Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

Although the shrimp's shell can defend against the venom ball, it is extremely vulnerable to Fang Qingyun's kitchen knife. The connection between its limbs can just be cut off by a kitchen knife. Fang Qingyun can completely remove the shrimp's forelimbs and all the limbs used for movement by the same method of butchering an cattle, and then slowly cook it. Anyway, this guy has a strong sense of territory, so there is only the possibility of a one-on-one fight. As long as it loses the ability to resist, Fang Qingyun can deal with it however he wants.

Therefore, Fang Qingyun chose a suitable place to enter, ensuring that the toads would not rush out to disrupt the situation. He then attacked the Pipixia with sword and shield, making provocative sounds.

Pipixia looked up at Fang Qingyun, then lowered his head and began to bite the big toad in front of him. Who would fight with others for no reason? Filling his stomach was more important.

Why aren't you moving? Fang Qingyun watched the shrimps eat heartily, and felt a pain in his balls. Damn, aren't you coming over? I'm still hungry, and you're the first to attack?

No matter how Fang Qingyun provoked him, Pipixia ignored him. If Fang Qingyun could say anything, he would have at least asked about the other party's family tree.

You are ignoring me, right? Fine! I'll arrange for you right away! Fang Qingyun held the shield in one hand and the kitchen knife in the other, and slowly approached. His goal was simple, which was to teach this Pipixia who ignored him a lesson.

Fang Qingyun took two steps forward. Perhaps because humans were almost extinct, the Pipi Shrimp did not take Fang Qingyun seriously. It thought it was just an ordinary bug and didn't even bother to look at it. It decided to deal with the food in front of it first and kill it when it was full.

Seeing that the shrimp didn't react much, Fang Qingyun took two steps forward, observed the shrimp's physiological structure, found the connection between the shrimp's sharp forelimbs and the body, and then moved out of the shrimp's field of vision without making a sound, and slashed at one of its forelimbs used for chopping.

It was not known whether the Pipi Shrimp did not take Fang Qingyun seriously, or whether it had been the boss of this area for too long. In any case, when Fang Qingyun's kitchen knife actually fell on its forelimb and chopped off the forelimb as sharp as a sword, the Pipi Shrimp "bounced" to the side in horror, waving its only remaining forelimb and fighting Fang Qingyun with its claws and fangs.

Who are you trying to scare? Fang Qingyun stuffed the fallen shrimp claws into a plastic bag and assumed a standard shield-fighting stance. The shield covered most of his body, leaving only his eyes exposed. Anyway, the shrimp only had one claw left, so it was impossible to perform a double-slash attack at the same time. As long as the shield was not broken, Fang Qingyun could easily control it.

I was having lunch here and was suddenly robbed by bandits. One of the guys who were eating fell down. It was hard for Pi Pi Shrimp to maintain a good attitude. Although the forelimbs can grow slowly, how long will it take? Can I be Yang Guo for a while?

Thinking of this, the front end of the PiPi Shrimp stood up straight, as tall as two people. Relying on the momentum brought by its weight, it converted the gravitational potential energy into kinetic energy of its forelimbs, causing a whistling sound like ghosts howling and wolves howling. It chopped down with a powerful knife, just like a ghost-head knife used by a ghost messenger, with the intention of turning Fang Qingyun into the next toad.

Good timing! Now he was just trying to test his combat power and strength, but Fang Qingyun chose to resist the blow that he could have easily dodged.

He held up a shield horizontally with one hand, keeping it tilted to protect his head, and with his other hand, holding a kitchen knife, he stretched out his hand diagonally to attack the other legs of the shrimp that it used to move.

As the powerful force like a gate knife attacked from top to bottom, Fang Qingyun felt an unprecedented force. Along with the sound of wood hitting wood, wood chips flew everywhere on the original one-handed shield. For the first time, the shield made of iron hammer was damaged.

Fang Qingyun twisted the angle at the beginning, so that a considerable part of the force of the Pipixia's heavy blow was unloaded. Because of the unloading of force, the front limbs also hit the ground nearby, cutting a crack in the earth.

But the remaining strength was enough to make Fang Qingyun suffer a lot. This pressure almost made him spit out his breath. He overestimated his own strength. Not only was the shield damaged, but the hand holding the shield seemed to be broken. Although there was no pain, he had lost his strength. If his hand had not been clasped on the shield, his shield would have slipped off.

But the kitchen knife that Fang Qingyun swung out also successfully cut off one of the shrimp's limbs for movement. It cannot be said that there was no gain, but considering that the shrimp has a total of eight legs excluding its two front limbs, it is still a little too weak.

While the shrimp was trying to pull its front legs out of the mud on the ground, Fang Qingyun rolled quickly to the side of the shrimp and swung the kitchen knife in his hand again to cut off the other leg.

Just when he was about to add two more slashes to make Pipixia pedal on the spot, Pipixia swung its tail violently. The power generated from its spine was transmitted to its tail, like a sledgehammer sweeping across, and hit Fang Qingyun's shield, who was caught off guard and barely raised his shield, causing him to roll five or six meters away like a kite with a broken string.

Damn it! Fang Qingyun got up from the ground, habitually wiped the blood that no longer existed but originally flowed to the corners of his mouth due to the injury on his body, and took small steps around the Pipixia to start the duo dance.

Fortunately, the Food Addiction Dungeon was not as he had imagined before. Although the passages between the monster rooms were not wide, once he reached the monster room, it was like the Peach Blossom Spring. After walking a few dozen steps, the view suddenly opened up, which also satisfied his tactic of looking for opportunities in the two-person show.

Although the Pipi Shrimp did not look injured, it had actually lost one of its forelimbs for chopping and its two legs on the same side. This made its originally agile turning extremely slow, and it would stagger from time to time. But it was adapting quickly, and any further delay would put it at a disadvantage for the opponent.

Fang Qingyun glanced at his shield-holding hand which had drooped limply. He had just used a one-handed shield to block a two-handed weapon. Now only his hand was broken, which could be considered good luck. Although the knife was not long enough, it should not be a problem to kill this shrimp.

It's just that this shield... I think it's a bit tough. There is a huge horizontal crack on the shield in Fang Qingyun's hand, with wood chips flying around the crack. It is obviously the result of holding it horizontally above his head. The thickness of the shield in the middle where the crack is the deepest is only half of that in other places. If he tries to take the attack of the Pipi Shrimp again, he might get chopped in half by the forelimbs along with the shield.

Seeing that Pipixia was getting used to its missing two legs, Fang Qingyun felt that he could not wait any longer. He made a fake move, as if he was going to rush to the other side of Pipixia that was not injured to remove its two legs. This move made Pipixia's raised forelimbs smash down heavily to intercept, but it just fell into empty space.

The phosphorus wings vibrated, and the high-speed airflow brought about made Fang Qingyun change direction quickly and go to the other side of the Pipi Shrimp. Although the Pipi Shrimp knew that it had been deceived, it could not give up struggling when its main attack missed, so it made a dangerous move.

Pipixia used his own weight to press his body towards his four good legs. With the force of turning over, he lifted up the only two remaining legs on the other side and poked them towards Fang Qingyun like two short spears.

It did not expect to repel Fang Qingyun by attacking with its two legs, but planned to rely on the borrowed strength and stabbing to buy time to complete the turn over, get into a fighting posture again, and hide its weaknesses. Although this action would expose its vulnerable abdomen, it believed that the little thing's "forelimbs" would hardly cause it more damage.

Facing Pipixia's sudden turn, Fang Qingyun raised his shield. Although his arms had gone limp, he was still able to use his elbows to barely hold up the shield to prevent the shield from losing balance and causing the two limbs to make two holes in his body.

The vibration of Caracalla's limbs sliding across the shield gave Fang Qingyun goose bumps. After blocking the two limb attacks, he seized the opportunity to counterattack. It was as if he had opened up his Ren and Du meridians. With a stroke of his magic, he cut off the only two remaining legs on this side of the Shrimp.

Therefore, the shrimp's turning over became an act of seeking death. Originally, it could rely on turning over to regroup and continue fighting, but now it has lost the help of the remaining two legs on this side. Although it successfully turned its belly up, the remaining strength is no longer enough to allow it to completely turn back to the state with the shell on top.

The legs that had lost their fulcrums were drawing circles helplessly in the air. The shrimp was now a lamb to be slaughtered. Its forelimbs used for attack were unable to protect its soft belly. It was like a knight who had stripped off his armor and fallen off his horse, and could be stabbed to death at any time by the swords and shield soldiers he originally looked down upon.

Chapter 176: Empathy may be another form of self-conceit?

Faced with the Pi Pi Shrimp's behavior of actively exposing its weakness, Fang Qingyun's choice was... of course to kill it? Its hand was broken, so could it be spared out of pity? The law of nature is the survival of the fittest. Even if I don't kill you, you will be killed by the next enemy, right?

So Fang Qingyun removed the limb on the other side that had no fulcrum and could only scratch the air, and then took advantage of a few flaws to cut off the other front limb of the shrimp. The rest of the time was spent on harvesting the prey.

Soon, Fang Qingyun stuffed a shrimp weighing about 500 kilograms into a plastic bag. The essence of the meat was more than 30 kilograms, which was a lot of material that could be used to make weapons and armor. If the sharp forelimbs could be made into a sharp saber, there would be no need to worry about being powerless like trying to chop a giant with a fruit knife.

And those fast-moving limbs also have their own uses. The soft shells above are both flexible and convenient for movement and have certain defensive capabilities. They are good materials for making soft armor. The suit on Fang Qingyun is already tattered. It was originally wet with the mucus secreted after eating the evil fish food, and later it was bombarded by the venom balls. It is a miracle that this suit still maintains its original framework.

After disassembling the entire Split Shrimp, Fang Qingyun realized that he was still carrying the anvil on his back to maneuver. When he rolled just now, he didn't hit his waist? If he had hit his waist when dodging, he might have had to run through the trash can to find a corpse.

"The material is good, but with the current condition of your weapon and physical fitness, you'd better avoid those shrimps." Tiechui's kind reminder reached the ears of Fang Qingyun who was about to retreat.

A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him. He decisively chose to stay away from the shrimps in the distance and headed for the next camp. However, the next camp might be built above him, so Fang Qingyun had to drag his disabled hand and climb up by holding the ladder with one arm.

As Fang Qingyun was climbing, he felt that his arm that had lost its strength was slowly regenerating. After he climbed the nearly 30-meter ladder, his hand seemed to have regained its original strength and was able to grab the ladder.

It has to be said that although Fang Qingyun was not afraid of heights, he still felt scared when he climbed the 30-meter ladder and came to the artificial platform to look down. After all, he had only bungee jumped 50 meters. Now looking down from the height of 30 meters, a ten-story building, his palms were sweating.

Continuing forward, Fang Qingyun saw a large yellow banana that was about 1.8 meters tall?

This banana has a silly-looking face, and it has a pilgrim-like enthusiasm and fanaticism on its face, so much so that it has a silly smile on its face, as if it has achieved its life goal.

The banana is not hanging here, but standing here like a person with its brown hands and feet.

It seems that there is indeed a banana in this place? Fang Qingyun recalled, if he remembered correctly...

"I am a banana, eat me! Don't pity me, it's just a false emotional projection of humans. I want to be eaten!" Banana made this request loudly to Fang Qingyun.

Fang Qingyun naturally would not have any surprises or useless sympathy. The greatest respect for food is not to waste it. He took out a kitchen knife, measured it up and down, and didn't know where to start. If he followed his experience in his previous life, then the next thing he would do was undoubtedly peel the banana. If it felt painful, that would be bad.

"Right here!" The banana seemed to realize that Fang Qingyun was looking for a place to cut. It pointed at its neck, if that could be called a neck, with a martyrdom expression as if its ideal was about to be realized, hoping that Fang Qingyun could cut it off from this place.

Fang Qingyun held the kitchen knife and said silently in his heart, "Don't worry, I'll try not to hurt you," and then chopped it down fiercely with the kitchen knife.

The banana's body was still standing there, while its brown legs and arms turned into tough branches and roots and penetrated deeply into the ground, while the smiling banana head rolled far away. Fang Qingyun picked up the banana head, with a relieved smile on its face.

"...Do ingredients jump into the pot by themselves now?" The pan sounded puzzled, like an old man seeing something new. It was very cautious when it encountered this thing for the first time: "Or should I just throw it away?"

Fang Qingyun proved his attitude with his actions. He ignored the frying pan's reminder and put the banana head into the plastic bag. Wasting food is unforgivable. This is a promise. Since he has promised it, he will try his best to fulfill it.

"Okay, okay, I can't persuade you..." Pan sighed and didn't do anything to stop him: "There are many ways to cook bananas anyway, let's go on."

Looking at the pile of giant toads and shrimps in front of him, Tiechui added considerately: "Let's keep going. There are enough food and weapon materials in this place. There is no need to continue fighting. I will repair your weapons when we get to the front."

With the hammer as a backup, Fang Qingyun felt much more at ease. He held up the half-damaged shield and quickly passed through the monster room in front of him. Anyway, the Food Addiction Dungeon did not have the setting that required killing all monsters before moving forward. Therefore, Fang Qingyun was able to quickly bypass these monsters by relying on his running speed and the acceleration of his wings.

While running, Fang Qingyun also paid attention to looking towards the top. If he remembered correctly, there were many hidden places in the Food Addiction Dungeon on the ceiling, or covered by various weeds. Therefore, when he saw an artificial ladder that was suspected to be installed on a hidden upward passage, he stepped on a certain unlucky big toad without hesitation and climbed up the ladder with the help of the ladder.

There were no monsters on the ladder, only a few big mosquitoes that were ignorant of the danger. Now these big mosquitoes couldn't even break Fang Qingyun's shield. Fang Qingyun just slapped them twice with the shield in his hand and killed them easily.

"Wow, it's the happy leaf! Its leaves are a good spice." The sound of the pan sounded a bit surprising. Its sound also made Fang Qingyun observe the happy leaves in front of him. Maybe the name comes from its cheerful appearance? At least the happy leaves that Fang Qingyun saw all maintained an expression of great joy.

"After this thing is put into the bag, the inside and outside of the bag are filled with a happy air," Tiechui added. This description reminded Fang Qingyun of a person named Kong Yiji.

This happy leaf shouldn't be something like... marijuana, right? Fang Qingyun carefully picked only a large bag of happy leaves, dug up a few plants to cultivate in hell, and then returned to the original place along the ladder.

Continue forward, there is the same ladder as before, and there is no road ahead. It seems that this is the ladder to the next location. There is also a huge thing like a sign on the highway next to it, with a huge "Orchard" written on it, and an upward arrow, which should mean that upwards is the orchard. There is also a piece of paper next to it with a slogan: Dragon Fruit Farm, two hundred meters upward.

There was also a line of notes written in small print below: I'm just telling you where it is. Farm visitors are not allowed. Thank you for your cooperation.

This sentence successfully made Fang Qingyun smile. It must be said that this sudden reversal of laughter and punchlines was quite good, making Fang Qingyun feel the humor of this brand.

He climbed up with the anvil on his back, relying on the support of his phosphorus wings. After climbing for more than a minute, he came to a wide area.

After the originally narrow passage and the high and leg-weakening climbing path disappeared, there was an open residential area in front of him. Fang Qingyun seemed to be on the road. He turned his head to look at the sewer-like hole, but found that the hole disappeared very spiritually, as if it had its own ideas.

This is a huge space. There is a road under your feet, and on both sides are apartment-like buildings, stacked up and occupying the space on both sides of the road. Fang Qingyun saw air-conditioning outdoor units that were very similar to those in his previous life, compactly arranged together, with a sense of simple neatness.

The bustling world seemed to have pressed the pause button at some point. The community that should have been bustling became dilapidated. Fang Qingyun seemed to be able to imagine the bustling scene here in the past, but... now it was so desolate and silent that only the plants were breathing.

Because the asphalt road was not trimmed, a large amount of weeds grew wildly on both sides. The height was high enough for an assassin to crouch in and kill someone secretly. The traffic lights were also damaged. A part of the cable was broken, and the red light was swinging in the air, while the green and yellow lights were installed in their original places, huddled together, like a child who had lost his glasses.

This is another camp prepared by Ximi, but Ximi is not here, and neither is Khamul, who is in charge of forging. Fang Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief, put down the anvil, and then prepared to make himself a big meal.

"Kid, go cook." Tiechui saw Fang Qingyun put down the anvil and jumped out of his pocket: "I can do it alone. You can leave some of those snail shells, shrimp shells and other things, and I will make you some protective gear and weapons."

Fang Qingyun stared at Tiechui and expressed his thoughts with his actions: Can it be done without me? Tiechui obviously understood, and raised his hammer head: "Go and do your own thing, kid, I can figure it out by myself"

Fang Qingyun took out all the shrimp shells he had, keeping the shrimp's forelimbs and moving limbs, and finally kept a few good shells that had jumped out of the snails. Then he ran to the frying pan and started cooking.

"Kid, what kind of weapons and equipment do you want?" Tiechui asked Fang Qingyun this question. After thinking about it, Fang Qingyun chose a safer option.

He wanted to get a set of armor. If he couldn't get a hot weapon now, he wanted a large saber. After all, a kitchen knife was too short and it was easy to break through the defense, but it was difficult to cause fatal damage to large monsters.

Chapter 177: Since I can’t be the second master, I’ll do it for Sigma

Just as he opened his mouth to describe, Fang Qingyun realized that he could not speak, so he gestured about himself as if there was an invisible shell on his body, and then made a move as if he was chopping with a sword and then shaking his hand.

This set of movements successfully made Tiechui chuckle. He also understood the meaning of Fang Qingyun's movements: "Do you want a set of armor? I can also customize a set of close-fitting soft armor for you. It will be done in one step. What kind of weapon do you want?"

Fang Qingyun gestured, first gesturing a huge blade, and then making as if he was holding something very heavy.

"Heavy weapons? And blades? But you don't have enough materials here... I can only make you a two-handed warhammer for use first, okay?"

Hammer? That's OK... At least it can penetrate armor, and now he is strong enough to use such a heavy weapon, so he doesn't have to worry about being unable to move or inflict damage to large enemies.

But the saber is still a man's romance. If all else fails, use the Guandao with both hands. When you swing the Guandao, anyone will be stabbed and killed.

Under the guidance of the frying pan, he first squeezed out a cup of juice with the fragrant green fruits dropped by the little tree elves before, and added a small amount of happy leaf powder for seasoning. Soon, a cup of juice with the color of soy milk and the texture of sundae was born.

Fang Qingyun drank the juice first to relieve his hunger. After he drank the guava juice, a warm current was generated in his stomach. As the guava juice was slowly absorbed and strengthened, the moment the warm current was generated, it began to stay safely in Fang Qingyun's stomach, ready to be mobilized by his will at any time to quickly restore certain damaged parts.

Even if it is not mobilized, this special energy can slowly heal his injuries. Even if Fang Qingyun himself is seriously injured, as long as he is not completely cut into dozens of pieces, he can rely on that powerful self-healing ability to recover.

The effect of guava juice in the game is to restore three health points every ten seconds, but it is different here. Fang Qingyun even has a strange feeling that even if his hand is cut off, as long as he puts the broken arm close to the wound, it will be quickly reconnected.

The next step was to cook the bananas. Fang Qingyun took out the banana head, removed the peel that was still on it, and then coated it with breadcrumbs that he got from somewhere and fried it in a frying pan until golden brown. The aroma was so fragrant that the kids next door started crying with envy.

The banana head doesn't look big, but when it is peeled, fried and placed on the table, it is almost the size of a hamburger. When cut with a knife, the cut surface has the fragrance of fruit and a unique aroma after frying, which makes Fang Qingyun feast on it.

The effect of the fried bananas is also different from that in the game. After eating them, it not only increases Fang Qingyun's attack power, but also enhances the muscle strength of various parts of Fang Qingyun's body. Even the strength of the phosphorus wings has been greatly improved. Now Fang Qingyun has an illusion that strong muscles have grown on the phosphorus wings.

Now, the muscles on his back were full of lines, and with the help of the phosphorous wings behind him, he charged like a bull, and changed direction as lightly as a butterfly. Just swinging his fist could create a whirring wind, which made him feel like if he entered my world, it would not be impossible for him to pull down a tree with his hands.

Next was the electric snail cold dish. Fang Qingyun was not sure how to prepare the cold dish. As a "gentleman" who was far away from the kitchen, his understanding of cold dish was uncooked food. But this electric snail cold dish was different from what he imagined. It was marinated through some special methods and then served directly on the table.

When eating the cold dish made from the meat of the electrocuted snail, one would have a tingling and numbing feeling as if being electrocuted. When Fang Qingyun was eating, sparks and lightning went all the way in his mouth. He was stunned by the electric current and could only pinch his mouth to endure the blast. But he couldn't not eat it. This stuff was quite precious. However, if one ate too much, the snail meat would generate a small amount of electric current in the stomach, causing the stomach to cramp and feel as uncomfortable as if stomach acid was rising.

The effect of the electric snail platter was supposed to be that after being injured, an electric current would be generated to counterattack the enemy, but what Fang Qingyun felt now was not that simple. Instead, it was an all-round enhancement, and the electric current was as natural as his breathing.

Fang Qingyun pointed his finger slightly in the air, and a purple electric current shot out from his finger, piercing through the air in front of him and exploding into a charred mass in the weeds not far away. The high temperature generated even set the weeds on fire.

Wow, the King of Thunder and Lightning?

Happy leaves were not the kind of thing that Fang Qingyun imagined that he couldn't touch. Instead, they were a special food that could be made into grass leaf rolls. They tasted like a unique kind of... vegetable leaf? Like the vegetable rice rolls in Northeast China. At least when the happy leaves were rolled with meat, they tasted like Peking duck, and they didn't overshadow the main dish. Instead, they brought out the aroma of the meat, making a meat eater like Fang Qingyun feel happy.

The original effect of the Happy Grass Leaf Roll was to increase movement speed, but now Fang Qingyun not only has his agility and speed enhanced, but even his attack speed has increased a lot. When he hits as fast as he can, his two fists move as fast as they were equipped with motors. Because of the excessive speed, slow afterimages can be seen from the side.

The meat of the prawns can also be cooked. The meat inside the shell tastes firm but tender. The hot steam coming out when the teeth tore it open made Fang Qingyun involuntarily suck the saliva that accidentally flowed to his mouth. Although Fang Qingyun never eats shrimps, he still obediently ate all the meat of the prawns and sucked his fingers after eating.

I don’t know if it’s because he’s dead, but the shredded shrimp meat is actually fried in salt and crispy flavor. Fang Qingyun has eaten all kinds of fried shrimps and salt-roasted fish in the past two days. He should be tired of this unique cooking method, but it still tastes delicious... I don’t know whether to say that I’m not picky or that I’m not destined to enjoy life.

The effect of the fried shrimp was originally to increase the upper limit of health by 20 points. For a zombie that initially had only 60 health points, this was a relatively important effect, equivalent to increasing the upper limit of health by 33%. But in reality, it was reflected in the improvement and strengthening of physical fitness. If Fang Qingyun wanted to cut himself with a knife, it would not be as simple as before. Even if he had used the small shield to block the slash of the shrimp, his bones would not have been broken in one encounter.

The last thing is the big toad leg that is as big as an ox leg. The roasted toad leg tastes quite fragrant, soft and crispy on the outside, and the toad skin is crispy. There is no strange smell of toad, and the meat inside is tender and smooth. It is very smooth and you don’t even need to chew it when you put it in your mouth. It slides into your esophagus.

After eating the roasted frog legs, Fang Qingyun's resistance to toxins became stronger. At the same time, the liquid secreted was quite corrosive. He simply spat at the iron railing next to him, and the thin saliva corroded a hole in the railing.

Fang Qingyun even tried to lick the kitchen knife. The venom in his mouth permeated the blade, making the originally jade-green blade glow an even more eerie green light.

This is a knife tempered with poison (lick).

Or another way? Fang Qingyun clenched the kitchen knife and tried to transfer the poisonous power to the kitchen knife. Soon, the jade-like green color of the kitchen knife became more enchanting, as terrifying as a deadly poisonous mushroom.

"There is also a charcoal-grilled shrimp claw that can be made, but the materials are with Tiechui. Now that you have almost finished eating, go try your new weapon." The frying pan stopped Fang Qingyun's teaching. Fang Qingyun had just given the shrimp claw to Tiechui to make a weapon. It was estimated that it had become a part of the weapon now and could not be removed. But now you have almost finished eating. If Fang Qingyun eats any more, he will almost vomit it out.

The zombie's stomach can hold more than 10 pounds of food, but it has already eaten at least 10 pounds. The toad leg alone weighs 5 or 6 pounds, and it's all meat. If it eats more, its stomach might burst.

Fang Qingyun nodded, stood up from his chair, and went to Tiechui to look for his weapon. It must be said that although he had some psychological expectations because of Tiechui's amazing compression technology, no matter how amazing it was, it would only take a short time to cook a meal. When Fang Qingyun really saw Tiechui's masterpiece, he was still shocked.

This is a set of plate armor without a helmet, shin guards and combat boots. It is not the complete canned armor like in the West, but is made of complete shells spliced ​​together. It is said to be spliced ​​together, but in fact it is to increase the movement space at several joints so that the wearer will not be so sluggish after putting on the armor.

This set of armor looks quite hideous and terrifying. It is blue all over, which is the main color of the Shrimp. The entire upper body is a shell that outlines the texture of the chest and abdominal muscles. Like the armor of the Doom Slayer or the Spartan, the whole piece of armor ensures the frontal defense. Although it may be a bit cumbersome and hindering when bending over, compared to armor such as chain mail, it is better that people will not grab the weak connection point of the armor and pierce it with a shot from the front.

The arms of the armor are designed to facilitate joint movement. The material of this part is tough electric snail shell, and it is also equipped with barbs. An elbow strike can make a triangular hole in the opponent. Although these designs reduce the defense of the armor, they also increase the mobility. The size is also well designed. After Fang Qingyun put on the armor, he bent his arms a few times, and there was no pain in his arms from the shell, nor did he feel pain because the armor was pushed back by the muscles due to the poor fit, resulting in a higher spot on the shoulder.

At the same time, this armor also uses an asymmetrical design, which reduces the weight at the commonly used hands while ensuring the best possible defense. However, the weight is just a drop in the bucket for Qingyun. After putting on this medium-sized armor, he can still maintain his original agility and rely on his high speed to inflict heavy damage on the enemy.

The originally scrapped wooden shield was also utilized and melted down to make a huge shoulder armor, which was painted in the blue color of Pipi Shrimp to ensure matching. Fang Qingyun now felt that he was almost decorated. If he nailed one or two Bibles to his body with iron nails... this armor would give people the feeling of some paladin, or religious knight.

When he beat someone, he would hold a Bible with eight corners and iron chains in one hand, and a hammer in the other. He would recite the enemy's crimes loudly and judge them with the hammer.

I have to say, maybe this is the romance of men?

Chapter 178: Gail Malaz, I'm also a big guy with a hammer