God of Fishing

Before the teenager could react, the leverage was over.

The first thing you see is a long pair of tentacles, and several people on the boat swing their rods and smash them.

The middle-aged man drank violently: “Cut it off...”

But it was late, then quickly, only a shrimp was seen strapped directly to the teenager's arm, when Han Fei climbed, a piece of flesh on the teenager's arm fell down, the whole person moaned and leaned forward, the whole person half hung by the boat.

"Ahhh" Chen shouted continuously, holding the teenager's leg, he had to drag him back. But a shrimp had not known when it had been stretched out, and he went straight to Old Chen. Immediately, the middle aged uncle photographed Old Chen with a fishing rod and beat him back.

The next moment, the whole teenager was dragged off the boat. Han Fei dared to look at it. As a result, the time was cold and sweaty, and the teenager's head didn't know when it was gone. And the tentacles saw only two shrimps from beginning to end.

“Am I knocking you... can I fucking go back? ”

Everyone on the boat looked terribly ugly, and a teenager dragged down the sea in front of them, which was simply impossible to live. Though the tentacle shrimp was broken by the middle-aged man, how can it be worth a human life?

Han Fei's frightened face was white and the teenager mocked herself in the morning. She had just been hooked up with her own ass and blood. As a result, now people are gone. Her heart can't help but mourn. After all, it is only a child.

At this time, Han Fei's heart was also sudden. Yesterday Wang Jie fisherman said Tang Guo had caught a tentacle shrimp yesterday. How did Tang Guo catch such a dangerous killing shrimp?

A moment of silence: "Report to the Fisheries Monitoring Team! ”

The Fisheries Surveillance Team, led by a fisherman, inspected the team in the fishery, and the head of the regular fishery surveillance team was Wang Jie, who saved Han Fei yesterday.

Soon, Wang Jie arrived. The first time I swept the crowd, I saw Han Fei and his eyes didn't stop.

Wang Jie's face looked ugly: “What's going on? ”

Everyone said the previous cause and effect again, Wang Jie was slightly angry after listening: "Son of a bitch, doesn't he know that the touch of tentacles on shrimp is different from that of fish? How dare he? ”

Middle-aged man: "Master Fisherman, maybe he's in too much of a hurry! After all, the sun is going down. ”

Han Fei's face was darker.

Shit, it's been eight lifetimes of blood and mold. I have a famous gold-murder in my house. Don't talk about ordinary little fish. I've never fished a shark before. I didn't catch a shrimp rice after sitting dead for a day. It's embarrassing to throw it at my grandmother's house.

Wang Jie's face was slightly heavy: “The fishing grounds have been a little turbulent lately. Not only did you have an accident today, but the other boat was worse than you. When you met the snake belt, eight people a boat died four times...”

“Hiss...”

Everyone took a breath, snake belt, which is worse than touching shrimp. I'm afraid it wouldn't be better than that boat if I hadn't met one of my own.

There was a picture in the mind of Han Fei, a light red long fish, a bit like a snake, but its head was almost made up of teeth, marching extremely fast in the ocean. This fish is naturally warm, and its favorite is to shoot into the human body, swim inside the human body, and it's terrifying.

Han Fei understands why people like low-level fishing boats, because of how powerful people are, they can help lining things up. Otherwise, if you meet a tentacle shrimp, it's basically cold?

Wang Jie: “Are you all done today? ”

“Done. Done. Thank you, Master Fisherman. ”

Wang Jie looked at Han Fei indifferently: "Where's your fish? ”

Han Fei blushed: “No, I didn't catch it. ”

Wang Jie stunned. Yesterday he dragged the turtlefish into the water. Today, he didn't catch a single fish. This is the first time he saw a fisherman who didn't catch a fish. Even if the level rots again, don't ask you to catch the turtlefish, you big yellow fish and little white fish, you can always catch it, right?

Middle-aged uncle hastily said: “Master Fishing, I heard he was dragged into the sea yesterday, he may have been scared, today the hook is always unstable, maybe a day, just fine. ”

Wang Jie snorted: “Waste... after a little shock, I'll give you this. What do you expect from me in the future? ”

Han Fei hasn't spoken. He's also a little confused. Is it really because of the unstable hook?

Wang Jie: “Whatever the reason, the rules are unbreakable. You don't have to go back tonight. Spend the night at sea! ”

The hearts and minds were intolerant.

Old Chen: “After all, Master Fisherman, he is still a child. Now he is on board. Is it dangerous? ”

Wang Jie seriously said: "Fisherman, who's not in danger? It's a man-eater ocean. In the first-degree fishery, bleeding is a common occurrence, this is not easy, you leave with me, Han Fei you stay... remember, if you hook at night, the depth of the hook cannot exceed 3 meters, otherwise, don't blame me for not seeing the sun tomorrow I didn't warn you..."

Other fishermen are intolerant, let alone Han Fei, a child under the age of 12, even a fisherman, rarely dare to spend the night alone at sea.

Middle-aged uncle sighed and handed Han Fei the other half of the box of green worms and said: “Remember the words of the fisherman, the depth of the hook must never exceed three meters. ”

Old Chen pulled a piece of dry fish and half a pot of water out of his arms and handed it to Han Fei: “Be careful. ”

And someone handed Han Fei a rough dagger and said, "Use it for self-defense! ”

Han Fei thanked him generously in times of distress to keep him warm.

Wang Jie left the boat with Han Fei and left with the others.

Han Fei knew that people didn't really want to kill themselves, but listed themselves as a negative material. For example, go back and publicize who hasn't caught 300 kg of fish today. It's a disgrace to the fishermen's community, so let's call it a refrain.

As for fishing boats, that won't be lost. It's almost impossible to lose a boat with a small fisherman.

After everyone left, Han was not depressed. He grabbed the old age and left it for himself to dry fish. Although it was stinky, he started to eat it.

After not eating for a day, he was already hungry, and Han Fei ate a piece of fish that wasn't even big enough to dry for minutes.

The sun is halfway down, the sky is slightly sunny, and a giant circle of moons of sun size rises from the sky. There are two more moons on the side of the full moon, much smaller. March goes out together. The scene is beautiful, but it looks strange.

Soon, the sky is completely dark, the sea surface is not very windy, and the whole sea surface is full of moonlight, except for the reflection of the bright moon, and there is no other color.

“Unstable hook? ”

Han Fei remembered the words of the middle-aged man, while ringing the "Immobility" in "Soul Fishing Technique".

Soul Fishing is a cultivation door, and Immobility is one of the most basic fishing gates in the first chapter.

Han Fei had not not studied it, he had seen it seven or eight times during the day when he could not catch fish. But what the book says is too simple, you can't move, you can't move, you can't move your mind, you can't stop water, you can't waver... It's simple, but who can stand there like a sculpture?

Again, the Korean and African hooks, and attempts to do so again remain ineffective.

Suddenly, Han Fei felt the wrist start to warm up. He rushed up his sleeve and found that the gourd's mark was glowing, and then he felt the spirit fall on his wrist, and then into his body, like a breathing airflow into the body, he could feel it.

“Huh, automatic traction of the gas into the body? ”

Suddenly, Han Fei put away the fishing rod and began to sit down. I don't know why the gourd suddenly began to absorb the spiritual energy, but this is a good thing! Wouldn't that help you train yourself?

Gong Dynasty runs, Xuan Ao Min Dynasty hidden in the chest abdomen.

In my head, "Soul Fishing" begins:

To intercept the spirit of the heavens, to take the heavens and create them, to use themselves as the sea, to refine the soul with the soul, to start casting the sea of the soul...

Han Fei started practicing with his memory, but he just practiced. He just felt that the gourd on his wrist shook suddenly, which attracted more than a few times more spiritual energy than when he had just paused.

If anyone sees Han practicing like this at this time, they'll think he's crazy. Who dares absorb the essence of the sun and moon directly? An accidental man can't be saved from fire.

However, Han Fei felt comfortable. How come he didn't feel this way last night?

At this moment, Han Fei just felt the whole person bathed in a soft glow, comfortably he was lazy.

“Click...”

Half an hour later, Han Fei felt something broken in his heart. He just felt refreshed and mentally active.

“Is this a so-called breakthrough? ”

Han Fei looked at the demon pot and the data did change.

demon pot

Master: Han Fei

Grade: Grade 3 (Fisherman's First Product)

Psychic Qi: 60 (60)

Spiritual vein: Primary residue (escalatable)

Master of Arts: Soul Fishing Techniques (Repairable)

Han Fei is a little surprised. Isn't this a casual breakthrough? Didn't you say you couldn't break a small grade for years? How come it's only been half an hour since I practiced, so I broke through?

At the moment of the breakthrough, Han Fei had a kind of understanding. If he had just had dozens of kilograms of strength in his hands, now he definitely exceeded 100 kilograms, he only felt full of strength.

Han was not prepared to continue practicing, and heard the sound of "snapping” on the surface of the sea.

There are dozens of big fish in the water around the fishing boat, and they keep going around the fishing boat for tens of minutes. This doesn't want to go away. It seems to be asking why the aura suddenly breaks?

And Han Fei is very excited. This spirit is like a stimulant. Can I practice it and even fish can feel it?

But you jump on my boat. You guys, don't just jump in the water, okay?

Seeing fewer and fewer jumping fish, Han Fei hastily put green lead on the hook, threw the hook directly, now don't throw, more when?

I don't know if Han is in a good mood, so luck is particularly good. This hook has just been thrown down, and there is a huge amount of power in his hand.

Han Fei suddenly drank loudly and hurriedly grabbed the fishing rod. Where else could he take hook fish technique, he simply dragged it hard.

“Goddamn it, so much strength! ”