How to balance the contradiction between the sissy and the spiritual seamer?
This is the biggest problem Zhao Chu faces. As for winning or losing, he has already ignored it.
"By the way, in the previous life on Earth, those fashion design masters and those old Italian men were all hand tailors and sold the most expensive clothes. On the TV, they were holding magnifying glasses and full of personality. They were more powerful than artists and full of energy.
A special charm.”
knew!
A flash of lightning flashed in Zhao Chu's mind.
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In the classroom, everyone was waiting for Ze Yanhua to kill Zhao Chu on the spot, with blood splattering five steps away.
Ji Dongyuan looked desperate, and the Feng Shui Cemetery in Xiangfeng City lingered in his mind. Although he was seeking death, he still qualified for a generous burial.
Who doesn’t know about the entire Xiangfeng Martial Academy?
This weaving device is the lifeblood of Ze Yanhua. Not to mention Zhao Chu, if the principal breaks the weaving device, the latter will fight tooth and nail.
…
However, the criminal Zhao Chu did not beg for mercy. He walked upright to the water basin as if nothing happened.
handwashing?
How long has it been and you are still washing your hands?
This is the voice of everyone.
Washing hands wasn't enough. Zhao Chu looked around, picked off a few petals with great interest, and washed his petal hands.
A full minute.
Zhao Chu was washing his hands carefully, washing each fingernail a dozen times.
…
Carefully wiping every crevice of his fingers clean, Zhao Chu solemnly picked up a needle.
gaze!
gaze!
gaze!
Still staring!
For three whole minutes, Zhao Chu looked like a fool, holding up the embroidery needle high and staring straight at it, as if he had obtained a peerless treasure.
"Why is he so serious? It feels like looking at a baby?"
"Shh... I think he is sick."
Many people whispered.
Ze Yanhua suppressed her thoughts of killing, and Cao Chuyan sneered. Have you never seen a needle in your life?
Finally, Zhao Chu moved.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he gently touched the embroidery needle on his cheek, with a look on his face, as if he was whispering sweetly to his lover.
"Neuropathy."
Some people couldn't help but curse loudly.
Zhao Chu ignored the rumors and gently put down the embroidery needle, as if he was afraid that the needle would hurt if his hand was heavy. Then, he gently picked up a piece of plain cloth.
gaze!
The endless staring began again.
Every stitch, every inch of thickness, sometimes opened to look at, sometimes close to the bottom of the eyes, as if to see every silk thread clearly.
A full five minutes passed, and people wanted to stand on the table and curse.
A good lesson, why waste it on watching idiots perform?
After that, Zhao Chu actually pouted and kissed the plain cloth affectionately.
Bo!
This kiss resounded throughout the classroom, giving everyone goosebumps all over their bodies.
"Not only is he an idiot, he's also a psychopath!"
From today on, Zhao Chu is no longer a simple waste, he is a psychotic waste.
…
As if caressing his infant daughter, Zhao Chu took a deep breath, and his eyes even filled with a holy luster.
like!
He looked at the piece of plain cloth and was filled with love.
To weave a spiritual robe is to create a little life, how can it be a child's play?
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Whoosh!
Just when everyone was impatient and wanted to step forward to hit someone, a thin voice quietly spread.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the entire classroom solidified.
A thin layer of spiritual energy actually gathered into a vortex and flowed towards the podium.
There seems to be a black hole there.
That's right, the needle that Zhao Chu had stared at for a long time was the black hole... One after another spiritual power gathered like sea water.
At this moment, Zhao Chu was serious, serious, and pious. His flawless white palms began to move needles, wires, and draw patterns.
Base!
Ze Yanhua frowned and stared.
Zhao Chu's formations were all basic among basics. But after more than ten injections, Ze Yanhua's expression changed.
Accurate.
Demanding precision.
Textbook accuracy.
Zhao Chu did the stitching and wiring without making any mistakes. It was just like the tutorial in the book.
30 seconds later!
The glow suddenly rises.
2 seconds faster than teacher Ze Yanhua.
At this time, everyone shut their mouths. In their eyes, every movement of Zhao Chu's body was as if they were taken care of by the breeze, just like this world is how it should be.
This is how a spiritual seamer should be.
…
16 minutes later!
Colorful!
Zhao Chu was bathed in the colorful glow, and his whole body was inlaid with a layer of gold, like a small sun, so dazzling.
In the second stage, it was 2 minutes faster than Ze Yanhua.
"Lost!"
At this stage, based on Cao Chuyan's words, she had already lost.
But, how could Zhao Chu stop.
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Another 19 minutes passed!
Zhao Chu's fingers were moving faster and faster, so fast that people couldn't see clearly, like butterfly wings flickering.
Colorful!
Colorful neon red!
The spiritual robe suddenly bloomed with rays of light, as if it had been given a soul. Everyone had their mouths wide open and could not close them no matter what.
Another colorful neon!
"Zhao Chu, you are hiding too deep. When did you have such strength?"
Ji Dongyuan was stunned.
Cao Chuyan's expression was frozen. You must know that her colorful red color was enhanced by banned drugs.
Lost, lost completely.
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It’s not over!
Colorful neon red... is not Zhao Chu's limit at all.
Ze Yanhua's eyes were in severe pain, but she was reluctant to blink. Every stitch and thread of Zhao Chu was a foundation, the foundation of foundations. She asked herself, without [Spiritual Snake Winding], she would not be able to complete the colorful neon
Hong. His own foundation is not as good as Zhao Chu.
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boom!
Suddenly, there seemed to be a ball of flame burning on Zhao Chu's palm.
He was gnashing his teeth, his face was pale, sweat had already dripped into his eyes, and it was painful. The spiritual robes of the same style as the previous two were already completed. But Zhao Chu was still superimposing defensive formations...
One, ten, fifty. Subu has a limit to withstand, especially for Subu that can be used during the awakening stage, the limit is even lower.
But he is like dancing on the tip of a knife, always stitching and wiring in impossible places, creating one miracle after another.
People who know about spiritual seams are already crazy about it.
Especially Ze Yanhua, she had never thought that relying on basic formations, so many formations could be superimposed on the plain cloth in the awakening stage without destroying the overall shape of the spiritual robe.
What if one day, the Qi-refining-level cloth falls into Zhao Chu's hands, and the foundation-building-level cloth falls into his hands?
Even golden elixir?
What kind of miracles can he create?
You know, Zhao Chu hasn't learned any unique advanced acupuncture techniques yet.
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"Open it for me..."
A roar seemed to be the wrath of the gods and an ancient order.
Nine colors!
sublimation!
The whole classroom was filled with dazzling rays of light, intertwined and intertwined, and filled with all kinds of mysterious colors. The shocked faces reflected the colorful light, which was beautiful.
Nine-colored damask light!
This is the highest level of spiritual robe, Nine Colored Silk Luoguang.
Although it is the lowest awakening stage spirit robe, the nine-color light is unmistakable.
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"call!"
After carefully asking the needle and thread to be put down, Zhao Chu was sweating profusely and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
At this moment, it was as silent as a cicada.
Everyone's face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, and I didn't know what words to use to describe it.
Nine-colored silk robe, if a student in the awakening stage wears one, he will definitely shine in the recruitment of the nine major sects. A spiritual robe is ten times more noble than a bulky spiritual armor. Even if you don't think the spiritual armor is ugly, after all
Where the weight is placed will always affect your speed.
"Teacher...do you still want to kill me now?"
An indifferent voice fell, Zhao Chu's long hair was calm and he acted like a master.
Ze Yanhua's heart was beating wildly, as if she had been struck by thunder. She suddenly realized that the fundamental reason why she could not break through was that the knitting device restricted her inspiration.
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"Zhao Chu... why are you running away here, causing me to look for you everywhere..."
At this moment, an urgent voice came from outside the door.
Everyone turned their heads.
Bright eyebrows and white teeth, clear water and lotus. A beautiful figure appeared, with big furry eyes, looking at Zhao Chu with a look of complaint.
Huang Lingling!
Xiangfeng Wuyuan, the second strongest.
Taking three steps and two steps at a time, Huang Lingling walked to Zhao Chu's side.
"Hey, you're here... hurry up..."
Seeing this, Zhao Chu smiled, then rushed forward and stretched his head in front of Huang Lingling, motionless.
"what?"
Huang Lingling was stunned, and everyone was stunned.
Why did Zhao Chu put his head in the head?
"Eh? Head, is someone threatening you with your head? Don't worry, with me, Huang Lingling, no one in the entire Xiangfeng Martial Academy dares to touch you. You follow me first."
Huang Lingling suddenly realized and quickly glared at everyone.
She is not a good person either.
"Quickly... wipe the sweat, it's in your eyes, it's irritating to your eyes. Who is my master? I must have an assistant to help wipe away the sweat."
With that said, Zhao Chu threw a towel to Huang Lingling.