God of Fishing

He Xiao Xiao moved his heart and was still struggling to lose a bowl of soup, but now Han Fei said to lend a stick to a bowl of soup.

She wondered, isn't Han Fei stupid? White owes me a sea red fruit, I swallow spirited fish soup and I'm smart.

Han Fei took the stick and swung away.

Just kidding. A bowl of soup equals a little spirituality. Is there a faster way to advance than this?

In time, Han did not feel that his life had reached its peak.

He Xiaoyu felt that something was wrong with Han Fei, so she followed him. She just didn't know that now in Han Fei's eyes, all the people who walked past him on the road looked like swallowing fish soup.

“Bang...”

Class one training ground.

Han Fei kicked the door open.

When I saw Han Fei, one of my classmates was blind. You just fucking came here in the morning, and you came back in the afternoon. You really don't think we dare to hit you?

Hu Kun: “Han Fei, what do you want? ”

Han Fei: “I won't do it! Today, I broke through, and I was happy, so I challenged. ”

Lu Lingzhi: “Han Fei, the formal challenge is to be inspiring, you have only just reached level 4. ”

Han Fei: “Whoever beats me will own this bamboo stick in my hand. The bamboo stick was collected from the bottom of the first-degree fishery. Seven or eight medium pearls must be worth it. What do you say? ”

He Xiaoyu was in a hurry. He hastily pulled Han Fei over. “That's mine. My father would have killed me without me. ”

Han Fei: “Don't be afraid, if I lose you, I'll let my brother pay you ten and eight. ”

He Xiaoyu shook his head continuously: "No, no, what if you lose? ”

Han Fei: “Lose? It's impossible to lose. I've got it in my heart. ”

Han Fei pointed at the crowd with a stick: "Who's coming? Don't say you don't have the courage. ”

Someone jumped right out and said, "Come on! A first-level waste material also dares to be arrogant. Han Fei, the bamboo stick is mine. ”

Few people have bamboo sticks throughout Tianshui Village, mostly concentrated in the hands of fishermen. He Xiaoyu's father spoiled her, which gave her one. Robbery is not a dare, but if you win, it's your own.

“Buzz...”

Both hands began to glow, a sign of spirituality.

“Come on, fight. ”

“Wait a minute. ”

“Han Fei, there's no room for regret at this time. ”

Han Fei: “I don't regret it, but I lost to the bamboo stick. What did you lose to? ”

Juvenile: “My iron stick for you. ”

Han Fei: “What do I need so many sticks for? So, if I win, you have to give me a bowl of soup. ”

Juveniles think about it. What's in it? A bowl of spiritual fish soup for five days is not a fine thing. How can it be worth a bamboo stick?

“Okay, that's what you said. ”

The teenager across from Han Fei was very excited. He thought that the bamboo stick was already in his bag. A stick was very cheerful.

But Han Fei similarly smashed the bamboo stick violently, even showing a slight smile.

“Boom...”

Perhaps the force was too strong, the two sticks were connected, and the air wave directly lifted out. When I saw the teenager opposite me, he was directly split out by a stick. The stick was broken into two pieces, his hands trembled, his account bled, and his face was very pale.

“Impossible. Impossible. How can you be so powerful? ”

Hu Kun, Lu Lingzhi and He Xiao Xiao are all idiots, master of the same class, one stick is defeated?

Han Fei laughed. Do you really think I'm level four? If I were a regular level four, would I be able to come and challenge you? But it took 8 o'clock for a stick, and a big yellow fish was gone!

But when you think about it, you win a bowl of tuna fish soup and a little spiritual reserve cap, it's worth it.

Han Fei shouted now: "Next. ”

Now someone's heartbroken, but the bamboo stick is too tempting.

Another teenager stepped out: "Just taking advantage of weapons and warfare skills, my baseball baton is no worse than your ten-square baton. ”

Han Fei: “Cut the crap, fight! ”

Han Fei jumped and struck again, and the bamboo stick was brilliant. And the teenager across the street danced a light blue truncheon, and Tilag blocked it.

“When…"

As thunderous and spiritual, both were pale. However, Han Fei didn't even want to drag the bamboo stick is a sweep, his core strength almost exploded.

“When…"

The opposite teenager was directly photographed and the whole person hit the wall, and then a breath of blood sprayed out, unable to climb.

Han Fei was intimately shocked, and the people who practiced warfare skills were different. This time, the two sticks consumed 24 points of spirituality, three times higher than just now.

Han Fei muttered: “Four big yellow fish... next. ”

He Xiaoyu was watching beside him. How could he be so powerful? This guy just learned ten square sticks this morning! And now it turns out, is he really a piece of junk?

Hu Kun's face looked ugly, and at the same time he was surprised. When did Han Fei become so powerful? He felt he still had hope in the eyes of the angel, unfortunately he was robbed by Tang Song. Now, even a piece of junk is about to rise? Hu Kun immediately indicated to a person.

“Han Fei, since you are here to challenge, nature is high and low. Wang Ming is a level 5 fisherman. He also practiced the Ten Fong Stick. Do you dare fight? ”

Han Fei: “Fight! But the challenge is to get two bowls of soup. ”

This time Han is not serious, he felt that he should not fail, at least in terms of the amount of gas stored, he is far ahead. The point is, Class 4 fishermen are totally weak chickens! What's good about level five?

“Okay, two bowls is two. ”

“Defeat me...”

Soon after the battle began, Han Fei was not a pussy at all. Anyway, the basic stick method is to split the three kinds of stabs.

“When…”

Han Fei came up with three sticks and chopped each other's scalp. This guy, doesn't he have the upper limit of spirituality? Class 4 fishermen, spiritual value is only 80 o'clock.

Especially a heavy split like Han Fei, one stick down at least a dozen points, how many have been split? Four or five sticks?

“When…”

Every time a soldier handed over, the person on the scene was shaking his eyelids. How could this guy still fight?

“Bang...”

A man flew out, and Han Fei panted: "Next, any more? ”

Seven sticks in a row swept, stunned that there was no room for the other party to fight back, and Han Fei dried this man over again.

At this time, everyone's face changed dramatically, Han Fei can beat even level 5 fishermen?

But the next moment, a big crowd jumped out.

“Han Fei, let me challenge you. ”

“Han Fei, I'm very dissatisfied. ”

“Han Fei, I've been trying to hit you for a long time. ”

He Xiaoyu hastily pulled down Han Fei: “Wait, you can't fight anymore, if you continue to fight, you will lose. ”

Han Fei smiled and shouted, "Where's my fish soup? Why haven't I got four bowls of fish soup yet? ”

Someone said, "You want a drink now? ”

Han Fei: “Bullshit, is that a challenge? You mean you won't give me time off? ”

At this moment, some people see that Han Fei is already at the end of the tundra, but it takes half a day to absorb the soup, how much more spiritual energy can Han Fei have now?

Suddenly someone said, "You have the balls to stand here and don't move. Let's go now. ”

A few minutes later, the fish soup came.

The people looked ugly, so they mixed four bowls of fish soup, and they were angry.

Han Fei handed Ho Xiaoyu a bowl: “We're clear! ”

He Xiaoyu: “My stick. ”

Han Fei: “I can still fight. ”

He Xiaoyu rolled his eyes, and people didn't know how many spiritual reserves the Class 4 fishermen had. You think people don't know about the outbreak?

“Gooooooooo...”

Han Fei didn't care at all. He took the fish soup and poured it down his head, and dried three bowls in a row.

He Xiaoyu glared at him: “It's useless to drink so much, it doesn't work that fast. ”

Han Fei glanced at the demon pot.

Master: Han Fei

Level: 4 (Fisherman's Medium)

Psychic: 300 (125)

Spiritual vein: Class I Superior [Upgradable]

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

Han Fei took a deep breath, he did make a lot of money. He was supposed to have 256 spiritual energy points. He played a few games and not only didn't fall, he also improved. That's better than going fishing in the ocean. What's the point of a big yellow fish? A bowl of tungsten soup is worth 78 big yellow fish.

Han Fei drank heavily: "I feel like I can still kill a big tortoise. Who else? ”

Someone was surprised and uncertain: “He must have faked it and made him do it. ”

After that, Han Fei rushed over with a stick and jumped and smashed it.

The man was amazed: "When did I fight you? ”

“Bang...”

A stick, the iron stick in this man's hand was broken, and the whole man smashed to the ground, spitting blood.

“Dirty, when did he say to challenge you? ”

Han Fei: “He's going to fuck with me. It's like declaring war with me. Who knows this level? ”

“Enough...”

Hu Kun stepped forward: “Han Fei, what do you mean? ”

Han Fei naturally thought of the wording a long time ago, only to see him grin: “From today on, but whoever has bullied me before, I will find it one by one. Of course, if he has offered to send me a bowl of soup of spiritual fish, that will be all. ”