God of Fishing

“Tang… Tang Gong, seven… seven… seven spiritual veins. ”

Not that the teacher didn't want to call out the back grade, but that he had never seen the Seventh Spirit in his life. All of a sudden there was one in front of him, and he was all over the place.

Don't talk about the teacher, the whole playground, all the teachers, including the village chief, all gone.

At the far end, the test came out with a glittering yellow Hu Kun, also silly, he just wanted to call out his third grade upper qualification, but all of a sudden Tang Song came out with a seven-point, how the hell is this?

Don't talk about anyone else. Don't be silly. Seven? What concept is that? Tianshuicun, since its establishment, there has never been a Tianshuicun pride in the Seventh Spiritual Vein, but now you are?

Tang Gong also wanted to look back for Han Fei. He wanted to get confirmation and support from Han Fei, but he didn't find it.

Fang Ze appeared in front of the crowd. He pressed his hand against Tang's shoulder, laughed loudly, rolled the waves, and shocked a group of teachers and students.

“Ok, ok... your name is Tang Gong? ”

Tang Gong nodded very vaguely.

Fang Ze's smiling face was about to open. The surprise was overflowing with words. He patted Tang's shoulder heavily: “Stay with me for a while. ”

Fang Ze had never thought that there would be a level 7 spiritual vein in such a small village. Even in the main city, the level 7 spiritual vein represented heavenly pride, but the fact that Tang Song appeared, unexpected surprise.

After speaking, Fangze turned to look at the village chief and said: "Tianshui Village cultivates genius, it is rewarding. From now on, resources should be doubled. The mayor has been successful in his reign. He has won three prizes: one for Lingdan, one for Red Blood Coral Rod, and one for Sea Red Fruit...”

Fang Ze was really happy, a bunch of things that no one else had even heard of. He threw them directly outside, and the village chief was afraid that they would all be knocked out.

Some of the crowd shouted: "Sea red fruit, for God's sake, my father said it was a natural treasure that could help people break through the realm of wonder. ”

He Xiaoyu opened his mouth and the whole person was confused: “Grade 7, Grade 7 spiritual vein, wow... so strong, so powerful. ”

Han Fei was also stunned for half a day, then slowly laughed: “Damn, it's really my brother, it's amazing! ”

Han Fei is still jealous. There is no reason. As soon as someone comes out, it is the Seventh Spiritual Vein. What about yourself? First class, I'm embarrassed to say anything.

He Xiaoyu: “Han Fei, you said dirty words. ”

Han Fei: “I'm happy for my brother. ”

He Xiaoyu crooked his head and suddenly thought: “Wow, isn't Tang Gong going back to Tianshui Village often after that? ”

Han Fei: “Why? ”

He Xiaoyu: “Because you are in Tianshui Village! ”

Han Fei Phantom: “I might not be there! ”

He Xiaozheng said, “Where can you be without Tianshui Village? Your spiritual vein isn't as good as mine. I'm a level seven master. You're only level four. ”

Just when Han Fei and He Xiaoyu fought each other, he just felt the flowers in front of him. The people on the stage were gone and Tang Gong was taken away.

After a half day of excitement, the village chief finally returned to God, and at this moment he was full of red light, shouting out loud: “Testing continues. ”

“Hu Kun, Grade 3 superior spiritual vein. ”

In Tianshui Village, this talent is no longer necessary, but now that the students have not returned to God, there is a Grade 7, and it seems that Grade 3 becomes a weak chicken.

“Mutsumi, the primary medium spiritual vein. ”

“Liu Dali, a first-degree inferior spiritual vein. ”

As soon as the so-called Tianxiao students pass the test, the test level is no longer readily available. Especially those with lower spirits and whitened faces, which means that they will only be able to train to level 6 fishermen for the rest of their lives.

He Xiaoyu: “It is possible to become a fisherman only if you reach the first level of spiritual vein. Okay, here we go. ”

Han Fei saw the brilliant yellow light from He Xiao's explosion, and there was a certain number in his heart, but no yellow light emitted more than Grade 4.

Indeed, the teacher shouted: "He Xiaoyu, Grade 3 superior spiritual vein. ”

He Xiaoyu's father was upset. Among the thousands of students, his daughter was definitely in the top five. At one time, he was all red and could not help but laugh out loud.

He Xiaoyu was very happy, many people looked at her with envy. For ordinary people, the Seventh Spiritual Vein is a legend, and the Third Grade is the existence they should look forward to!

Han silently walked forward.

Wang Jie glanced at him: “Put your hands on the test gold stone and introduce it with spirit. ”

The process was simple, and Han Fei saw the rock glow and the color was a little light.

“Huh!”

Wang Jieh shouted, “Han Fei, the first grade spiritual vein. ”

This spiritual level is too common, nobody cares. Wang Jie's so-called surprise is because he thinks that Han Fei is at best a first-degree inferior product, otherwise the cultivation cannot be so slow.

Only no one noticed that there was a black strand on the stone, almost indistinguishable from the colour of the stone itself.

Wang Jie didn't see it, but Han Fei did.

Han Fei hurriedly retracted his hand: "Teacher, what color is the fourth spiritual vein? ”

Wang Jie said casually: "Blue… next. ”

After returning, Han Fei's face was blurred. Grades 4 to 6 were yellow. Grades 4 to 6 were blue. Grades 7 and above were purple. What grade did black represent?

“Han Fei, you don't have to worry, there is still hope in the first grade spiritual vein, although you can't compare with me, but it's better than those first grade middle and low grade products! ”

He Xiaoyu was comforted beside him.

Han Fei: “Huh! To practice ten squares? ”

He Xiaoyu was surprised: “Practice again? Didn't you just practice this morning? You should be all sore by now. ”

Han Fei: “I drank two bowls of tungsten fish soup, it's ready. ”

……

Training grounds.

He Xiaoyu: “Coincidence, ingenuity, your fight is too savage. Now we're just talking about technique, and if you instill spiritual energy, you'll run out of spiritual energy by smashing five or six sticks. ”

Han Fei stopped: “Perfusion of spiritual warfare? ”

He Xiaoyu: “Of course, it's just that we don't normally use spiritual energy. After all, spiritual energy is expensive. But in the fishery, every life and death crisis is there, so it is necessary to instill spirituality and try not to waste every single point, otherwise it would take time to repair it. ”

Han Feng stunned: “Every point? Do you know how inspiring you are? ”

He Xiaoyu thought Han Fei was a bit silly: “Of course I know! I was at 120 when I first entered level 6, and now it's 142. Theoretically, if you break 140 points, you can become a Class 7 fisherman. However, there are also people who practice at the peak of Class 6. The most powerful people in the village are said to practice to 159 points. My father said that there are geniuses in town who practice to 179 points. ”

Han Fei just thought his heart was pounding: “Are you sure it was 120 when you first entered level 6? ”

He Xiaoyu: “Yes! The sixth standard is 120 points. ”

Han Fei Xin said, "What am I now at 119?" Han Fei's face changed slightly when he looked at the Refinery Kettle.

Master: Han Fei

Level: 4 (Fisherman's Medium)

Psychic: 208 (121)

Spiritual vein: Class I Superior [Upgradable]

Major: "Void Fishing", Book 1, "Hook Kissing" [Mortal Artifact]

Han is weird. When did you increase the 2 o'clock limit?

Han Fei has a tight heart. Is it because I drank two bowls of soup? Or is it because of the training of the Ten Square Stick, which helps to strengthen the body?

Besides, the six-class standard is 120, so what's 121?

Han Fei: “He Xiaoyu, you said I was a Class 4 fisherman, how much spirituality can I train? ”

He Xiaoyu crooked his head: “You? Theoretically, it's only 80 points, 99 at most, and a fourth-level fisherman is just trying to get better physical and more powerful, but it's hard to raise the spiritual cap. Only at the peak of level six, or six, will you be able to exercise your spirituality. ”

Han Fei's eyeballs sneaked around: “He Xiaoyu, do you still drink your soup? ”

He Xiaoyu looked wary: “You've had two bowls. ”

Han Fei: “Two bowls of fish soup is not enough! Besides, my brother is a Seventh Spirit. I don't know how many people want to please me now. ”

He Xiaoyu: “I will not please you, I will only urge you. ”

Han Fei: “You can't say that. You don't think for yourself, you have to think for your father, right? Think about it. Your father raised you so big, you have to be filial, don't you? When Tang is good, I'll let him give you one of those sea red fruits. Doesn't your father become a big fisherman? ”

He Xiaoyu obviously didn't have enough intelligence. He was stunned when he heard it. He also asked: "Can Tang get sea red fruit? ”

Han Fei: “That's for sure! Didn't you see Fang Ze throw sea red fruit at the mayor like trash? That means it's not worth anything to them. Split me a bowl of tungsten fish soup now, you can change a sea red fruit in the future, it's a good deal! ”

He Xiaoyu: “Really? ”

Han Fei you: “That's necessary! ”

Han Fei was completely unconscious of the great gray wolf to ignore the little sheep, and a moment later, another bowl of spiritual fish soup went down.

Surely, the spiritual value has changed.

Master: Han Fei

Level: 4 (Fisherman's Medium)

Psychic: 256 (122)

Spiritual vein: Class I Superior [Upgradable]

Major: "Void Fishing", Book 1, "Hook Kissing" [Mortal Artifact]

Han Fei: “Ha ha! Pervert, a bowl of soup equals a little spiritual potential. What if it's a hundred bowls? ”

Thinking about Han Fei suddenly grinned: “He Xiaoyu, how about I borrow a bamboo stick? ”

He Xiaoyu: “You want to fight again? No borrowing.”

Han Fei: “Obey me, I'll borrow it once. How about paying you for a bowl of soup? ”