Wow! So handsome!

Xu Feng looked at the special attribute effect of the "fashion cloth shirt", and couldn't help but feel ecstatic in his heart.

Armor attributes, to put it bluntly, are actually the defense value of resistance to hits, the higher the armor attributes, the less likely it is for the opponent to hurt themselves.

For example, if the opponent's strength agility can cause 100 damage, and you have 10 armor, then when the opponent hits you, you can only deal 90 damage at most.

A stat of 10 is not high, but it is better than nothing.

If the armor attribute is stacked high, Xu Feng can even go head-to-head with the opponent.

Wear or sell?

It's not really a problem.

If you sell it, you can get 45 Shadow Energy Points, but only if you enter the Survivor Trading Market.

The next plot world that Xu Feng is going to enter is "Ip Man: The Grandmaster", so the final bounty task is likely to be a duel with the world boxing champion "Tornado", Tornado's punches are fast and ruthless, even if you are not hit by the fist, you will be injured by the fist, so it is very necessary to have armor value.

With the addition of Xu Feng's current attributes, if you add 10 armor attributes, Xu Feng will have no problem even if he faces a level 10 powerhouse.

Apparel!

Xu Feng's mind moved, and one immediately leaned down and wrapped around his body.

Xu Feng looked down and found that his clothes had not changed in any way.

"It can't be a bug, right?"

As soon as Xu Feng's words fell, the original clothes on his body instantly changed into tattered patched clothes.

"I'm the next Ao!" Xu Feng was taken aback.

"Well, I understand, the fashion shirt can be changed at will, but it can only be changed 3 times in a plot."

Xu Feng immediately concentrated his mind and sketched a suit in his mind.

In an instant, the patched clothes on his body turned into a handsome suit, and even the flip-flops on his feet became shiny leather shoes.

Xu Feng took two steps, lifted his legs, and found that the clothes were completely tailored to his figure.

Not bad!

This lottery, the harvest is very big!

Xu Feng looked in the mirror with satisfaction, and after concentrating again, the handsome suit on his body immediately transformed into a set of yellow SpongeBob pajamas.

Xu Feng yawned, fell into the quilt, and fell asleep soundly.

I don't know how long I slept, Xu Feng stretched and opened his eyes in a daze.

…… That's right, hungry again.

Xu Feng rubbed her gurgling stomach and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

He felt that his current state was like a primitive man who drank blood, every time he returned to sleep in the "cave", the first thing he did after waking up was to "go out" to forage for food.

The difference is that primitive people have wives.

Lao Tzu is also a single dog.

Alas.

Xu Feng scratched the head of the chicken nest, and after sobering his brain for a few minutes, he seriously recalled the plot of "The Grandmaster", and then calmly touched the spiritual vision with inspiration.

A line of gilded fonts then appeared on the light curtain:

"Yes/no to start?"

"Yes!"

As the inspiration of Xu Feng was touched, the light curtain font in front of him quickly dissipated.

The surrounding scene is also distorted and distorted like an oil canvas, and the scenes flash by at a frequency invisible to the naked eye.

This is the third time that Xu Feng has entered the plot world, and he has long been fully prepared in his heart, but the feeling of dizziness still exists.

By the time he could see, he was standing in a narrow street.

It was already afternoon, it had just rained, and the road was slippery.

The streets are lined with low-slung shack houses, and outside the houses are all kinds of food stalls and grocery stalls.

Pedestrians on the street are dressed in their forties and fifties, with the older wearing a cardigan and the younger wearing a fashionable trench coat or denim...... Of course, there is also a person wearing SpongeBob pajamas.

…… This is the port...... It's very depressing.

Xu Feng saw someone casting a strange gaze, and hurriedly found a corner to hide, and then gathered his mind and changed his fashion.

In the blink of an eye, SpongeBob SquarePants' pajamas disappeared, and Xu Feng changed into a handsome suit.

Just looking at this dress, Xu Feng is definitely a young man with status and status.

In the port of this era, people rely on clothes, horses and saddles, and if you don't wear a good point, no one will look down on you.

Xu Feng tidied up his collar and walked out with his head held high.

"Catch the thief! Get him! ”

A roar came from behind Xu Feng.

Xu Feng turned around in surprise and saw four or five shopkeepers with sticks, chasing a dirty homeless man running in his direction.

The homeless man's hair was gray, his clothes were in tatters, and he was drenched in the previous rain, and his coal-black hands were clutching a freshly baked Bazhen roast duck.

The homeless man ran wildly and desperately stuffed ducks into his mouth, and the passers-by around him were afraid to avoid it.

He ran too quickly, ate too quickly, didn't take a breath, got stuck in his throat, his dirty face suddenly turned bruised, and the whole person lost the motivation to run, staggered to the ground, and couldn't even call for help.

The shopkeeper who chased after him didn't care about any of this, grabbed the bum's short hair and beat him up!

The stick fell mercilessly on the homeless man's back and shoulder.

The homeless man spat out the bones stuck in his throat, and finally gasped for air.

"Oh yes! Dare to steal our ducks! ”

"Kill you stinky food!"

The shopkeeper has a hideous face, and he doesn't care about it.

Although their strength is mediocre, the homeless man's body bones are obviously weaker, and he can't support a severe beating at all.

The homeless man was whining and crying, but he was holding Bazhen Roast Duck in his hand, as if he was holding his own life.

There was still dirty rainwater on the streets, and the Bazhen roast duck was mixed with the rainwater and became dirty.

Xu Feng was suddenly distressed.

"Stop!"

Xu Feng let out a loud shout.

Those shopkeepers and guys are angry, where can they hear Xu Feng's words?

The clubs in their hands slammed into the back of the homeless man's head.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, and the stick was clenched tightly by a large hand.

The shopkeeper looked up in surprise and saw a young man in a neat suit standing in front of him.

Xu Feng said coldly: "I said, stop." ”

Xu Feng twisted his backhand, and the stick immediately detached from the shopkeeper's hand, and fell to the ground with a thud.

The other two guys wanted to step forward and push Xu Feng, but Xu Feng made a move and two tigers sneaked away, and easily knocked them out.

The shopkeeper suddenly gasped, and his arrogance was suddenly extinguished.

The homeless man didn't care about anything, just knelt on the ground and munched on the Bazhen roast duck.