God of Fishing

A few minutes later.

The boat landed on the sea and splashed a splash of water.

The first time, everyone threw with a pole, it was hard to imagine just throwing it randomly, the hook flew hundreds of meters away, without a reel, how could you throw it so far away? Can't you tie a knot?

Fishing doesn't need to be floated, but you don't have a fucking fishing wheel for hundreds of meters. Han Fei looked at the fishing rod in his hand, and the thread length was two or three meters. How did he throw it 100 meters away?

Han Fei asked in his head, everyone's eyes were closed, and his hands glowed faintly, some like the spirituality of practice.

Only people's fish line is actually slightly recycled, then Han is not magical scene, the fish line can be long and short, what is this line?

There's an answer in Han Fei's head. Is this the so-called spiritual control line? It works like this in memory, but it's a drain on spirituality.

“Well, gentlemen, I have a great idea. Can we just go fishing while we're sailing? This should be more seductive. ”

“Don't talk. ”

The middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes and scolded: “This is just a normal fishing boat. The spiritual energy is limited. We have to keep the spiritual energy to fish. According to you, once we run out of spiritual energy, we can only wait for someone else to rescue us. ”

Han Fei smiled embarrassingly. After all, this is not the planet. Many things he doesn't understand. He can't rely on memory alone. He wanted to have a dozen relationships with these people. It seems hopeless.

However, Han Fei was not worried, and it was remembered that teenagers were able to fish 300 or 400 kg a day, indicating that there were a lot of fish in this area. For example, if you're afraid of a two-metre turtlefish, just one fish tax will be enough.

Han Fei threw the hook, used to eat milk hard, threw out less than 20 meters.

“Huh?”

Fishing poles used to have lead falls, but now it's just a fucking line, a bait, and you have to control the distance with your guts. This thing is a little hard!

Han Fei quickly glanced back and found that no one had noticed, so Han Fei began to pretend to fish.

He is very skilled, pulling, putting, shaking...

“I sway to the left...”

“I sway to the right...”

Han Fei muttered in silence, but saw a boat of people pumping their mouths.

Somebody said, "That kid, are you nuts? You lost your bait. ”

Han Fei: “??? ”

Han Fei doesn't believe me. I'm a trick, you understand? And without obvious bite hooks, how could my bait be gone?

Middle-aged man: “Pull it up! Green traps are the least moving bugs, so green traps move, so fish don't touch your hooks. ”

Han Fei: "Ah? ”

The teenager who had ridiculed Han Fei laughed earlier: "Ah what! Your worm iron was eaten by little white shrimp. ”

The end of the wire is an academic, when people look at Han Fei, half-pull, half-pull, half-pull, half-pull, half-pull, the wire is all silent. Someone couldn't help but say, "Boy, how did you grow up to this point? Spirituality, you pull my ass! ”

Han Fei: “??? ”

I used it, it won't move!

Middle-aged man: “Feel the inspiration, fall on the line, drag the line. ”

Han Fei blushed slightly and, according to others, felt his own spiritual energy. When spiritual energy attached to the fishing rod and the line, he was suddenly shocked, and there was an obscure force to produce it.

“I'll go. Can it still work like this? ”

Han Fei's spirit shocked, his hands flashed with spirituality, only listened to the "whoop” sound, the fish hook instantly came out of the broken water, this hasn't stopped, only saw the fish hook "poop” landing on the other end of the boat and on the butt of a teenager his size.

“Ah!”

Han Fei is a tight daisy. Everyone else is coming over. It's also a tight daisy. Are you fucking done or are you hooked? Where does it take so much strength to close the wire?

“Han Fei, you want to die...”

Han Fei: “I didn't mean it. Don't move. I'll pull it out...”

“Pfft...”

Only to see the hook fly back from the teenager's ass again. Everyone hurriedly lowered their heads and Han Fei buried his head.

I saw a big piece of fabric ripped open on the teenager's ass, and a little bit of blood burst out.

Han Fei: “Well, I'm sorry, the strength is not well controlled. ”

“Han Fei, I'm gonna kill you. ”

Juveniles cover their asses, tears are falling off, no such thing! I just want to fish quietly. Who am I messing with? What do you mean, you don't throw a hook in the water, you throw it in my ass?

How many other people on the boat looked at Han Fei and were alert? Was the kid scared to death yesterday? How come you can't even do basic fishing?

Seeing the teenager rush over, Han Fei quickly lifted the fishing rod and scared the teenager to stop. He doubted Han Fei would throw the hook again.

"Han Fei, go fishing and mess around and we'll call the surveillance team to take you away. ”

Han Fei smiled embarrassingly: “Psst...”

The matter was temporarily settled, and although the teenager was angry, he didn't really come looking for trouble.

Han's face is green, and the green worm is gone. He said I've been fishing for over a decade, and I'm useless here? What the hell is this? Can't even pull the hook up. Fishing for a gourd egg?

Hence, Han Fei broke up and learned, like the others, to throw down the hook and sit there.

But there's no such thing as a technique! About half an hour went by, just as Han Fei was impatient to ask if he wanted to ask the technique, suddenly a man stood up violently and burst out of his throat.

Afterwards, Han Fei saw the man make a very strange posture, and the spiritual energy surged in his hand, and the fishing rod and silk thread were instantly covered with a faint glow.

“Get me up...”

“…”

Han Fei, open your eyes. Is it that simple?

It's not just Han Fei, he finds that other people seem to be the same, some envy.

The man suddenly laughed: “Ladies and gentlemen, luck today has caught a big yellow fish so quickly. ”

Someone congratulated: "Ha! Chen, your fishing skills are getting better and better! This big yellow fish must be a hundred pounds, right? ”

Chen weighed it with his hand and smiled slightly: “You have to get 120 kg. ”

Big yellow fish are non-aggressive fish and naturally do not have the ability to fight like turtlefish and swordfish, so they are not expensive, they are one of the cheapest foods on a suspended island, and, like sea mussels, they are equivalent to daily fixed meals.

We saw the crowd gather rods, and Han and Fei rushed to close rods. This is because the man was too active fishing and the fish struggled underwater for too long, but any cautious fish would run in shock. Unless the fisherman's realm is reached, the fisherman's realm is essentially in this pattern of fishing for a different place.

The land was changed and the people threw the hook again.

After only a minute of kung fu this time, there was movement from the middle-aged uncle. Unlike the old Chen just now, I heard the middle-aged man drank a "up”.

Someone hurried back and said, "It's the turtlefish. ”

Once Han Fei's eyes lit up, he was also a green sea turtlefish. Yesterday, Wang Jie's fisherman handed him "Krabs Cut” to make him go half-day.

I saw the blue muscle burst out of Middle-aged uncle's hand, the fish line was pulled fast, Middle-aged uncle held the pole in his hands, and he used the power of his shoulder to pull it hard, and then a big fish up to a few meters long dumped it.

“Sex...”

Flying stones crossed the sky, everyone hid in the corner of their fishing position, only Han Fei revealed his head. But seeing the middle-aged man, his hands sparkled, clapping continuously, the air waves erupted, finally crumbling those stones, and finally clapping on the fish.

Han Fei's first thought was that he was a fisherman, far worse than a fisherman! Yesterday, Wang Jie fisherman only made a punch and crab shadow, but this uncle just glowed.

With a bang, the green sea turtlefish landed on the deck more than a metre long, and the tail slapped randomly a few times, seemingly knocked out.

Han Fei saw the truth this time. Aside from his head, the turtlefish had blue-yellow scales like stones on its back and body, reflecting a light blue glow under the sunlight.

[Name] Green sea turtlefish

[Level] Level 5

[Quality] Normal

[Contains Spirituality] 12 points

Eating Effect Long-term consumption improves human energy

Absorbable

Han is not darkly lined, so the spirit of three sea mussels can match that of a turtlefish? I see this big guy has no merit but thick and rough skin!

At one time, the crowd shouted.

“Bull, this... this has to be 200 kilos. ”

“Uncle Niu, wow! ”

“Bull, have you reached the fisherman's high grade? ”

The middle-aged man smiled: “I just broke through the fisherman's high quality the other day. ”

Suddenly, Dao Xi continued to sound.

Especially that old Chen, grabbing the arm of his middle-aged uncle, said, "I've been stuck in the sixth level fisherman for a long time, what do you think? ”

Middle-aged uncle: “I'm also strange, I can eat especially, I don't know why the day before yesterday, suddenly breaks through. ”

As soon as I heard this, Chen Daeng sighed, I was too old to worry about the hopelessness of high-quality fishermen in my life!

Han Fei vertical ears, turns out this is the fisherman's high quality, but when he heard this old Chen actually stuck in the sixth level fisherman for half his life, he couldn't help but tongue, is it so hard to practice?

It's just that the so-called workers who want to be good must have their instruments first. When I raise the level of kung fu and spiritual veins, I will crush you.

The middle-aged man caught a large green sea turtlefish, and everyone changed places again.

Continuously, the majority of the day had passed, and all but one of the eight had not yet completed the task, except for the young man, who was his age.

Oblique yang half hung up, people even pulled out some watermelon seeds, started smoking melon seeds, had a mismatched chat.

Suddenly, the teenager shouted: “I caught it, I caught it...”

Han Fei looked at the past with a dark face, all the people of Meow had completed their task. He sat here for a day, using half a box of bait, and had not even hooked up a small fish with a big slap.

When Han Fei mocked himself, there was something wrong with the old fisherman shouting.

Old Chen's eyes cracked: “Come on, kid, let go, this can't be fished. ”

The middle-aged man's face changed dramatically: “It's not a fish, it's a tentacle shrimp caught. ”

Han Fei was shocked, touched shrimp, the one Tang Gong caught?