God of Fishing

Han Fei originally wanted to challenge Hu Kun, but he didn't have the bottom of his heart. After all, he is really level 6, his strength should not be worse than He Xiao Fish, he can't beat He Xiao Fish at the moment.

Hu Kun wanted to fight, but also knew that he was going to play, which was too much and he had to endure it.

Han Fei turned away and whispered: “It's weak, no one can fight. ”

He Xiaofei was fascinated by this moment. The Han Fei she met today and the Han Fei she had known for four years were completely different. She also heard about Han Fei's childhood, and probably knew why Tang Gong had always protected Han Fei.

Is it true that Han Fei said that he was aware? But after Han Fei, why is it so violent?

In fact, it's not really non-violent in Han. He just searched for a soup to swallow spirits. Now a bowl of fish soup can increase the upper limit of spirituality, then a hundred bowls, can you push underneath the fisherman all the way?

Class 2 training ground.

“Bang...”

The door kicked open with one foot.

Han Fei: “Guys, how about we make a deal? This bamboo stick in my hand is worth a lot of money. Whoever beats me, the bamboo stick is his. Of course, losing doesn't matter, just give me a bowl of soup...”

“Isn't that the Han Fei scum? Is he stupid? ”

“And this good thing, this bamboo stick is worth a lot of money. ”

“Nobody move, this bamboo stick is mine. ”

“I heard he fucked three people in a shift this morning. ”

“That was without spiritual energy, this guy only had brute force, really encountered the spiritual infusion of battle, weak explosion. ”

Ten minutes later.

People who lay on the ground. And Han Fei had five or six bowls of tungsten soup in front of him.

“Gooooooooo...”

Han Fei looked at the stunned He Xiao fish: “Well, I'll give you another bowl, but the rent for a bowl of soup is really a little low. ”

……

Han Fei's name was famous for half a day, a piece of junk, beaten by all classmates with no rivals, even beyond the ranks.

It shook up the whole school.

School teachers were meeting to discuss the way out for Level 3 spiritual talent.

Suddenly a trainee teacher walked in and said, "Well, Wang Jie, can you come out and help me? ”

Wang Jie stunned: “What is it? ”

Internship teacher: "Well, that Han Fei from your class, he beat people up at school. ”

Wang Jie chuckled: “Him? Who is he hitting? Teacher Zheng, occasional consultation between students is normal, otherwise it is the flowers in the greenhouse. ”

Internship teacher laughs, is that all?

“No, Teacher Wang Jie, he's been hitting the whole grade. Now that no one is fighting with him in the same world, he's starting to overstep the challenge. ”

“Pfft...”

A bunch of fishermen. What? Played a grade? Is he still overchallenging?

Wang Jie blushed: “No, are you sure the Han Fei you're talking about is the Han Fei from our class? ”

Trainee teacher: "Apart from your class, we don't have a second Han Fei at school! ”

……

When the teachers arrived, Han unjustly yelled at a class: “Can you do it? I have a bamboo stick, maybe I can sell 10 medium pearls, and all you have to do is give me a bowl of spiritual fish soup. ”

Opposite the result, a group of peer masters shook like wave drums.

Han Fei: “What a coward. Anyone who has bullied me before, can't fight me, but in three days, heh, it's best to send my soup, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless. ”

"I'll fight, I'll fight you. ”

Han Fei: “No, you're a level six fisherman, I'm only level four. ”

The man may also be about to be blown up by Han Fei Qi: “I don't want your bamboo stick, if you win, I'll give you four bowls of soup. ”

“Deal. ”

Han didn't want to gauge the gap between himself and the Class 6 fisherman, so someone came to the door.

He Xiaoyu: “Han Fei, you are crazy, that's grade six, don't break your roots for a few bowls of tungsten soup. ”

Han Fei seriously said: "Am I swallowing soup? I'm not, I'm grinding myself up, and only a strong body can survive better in the ocean. ”

He Xiaoyu blinked, how do I feel you're ignoring me? You're obviously trying to swallow soup.

One of the mentors said, “Huh! That's Qin Guang classmate of our class. This spiritual pulse test is level 2. Han Fei actually wants to fight him? ”

Wang Jie is a little dizzy, isn't Han Fei a second-degree fisherman? When can you challenge a Class 6 fisherman?

And the teacher of Wang Jie's class suddenly said: "Yes, I remember. In the morning, I felt that Han Fei was a little different, so I asked him a question and found out that he had broken through the fourth level fisherman. ”

Wang Jie: “Teacher Xu, are you serious? ”

Teacher Xu: “Really, this kid said that he had lived and died, so he broke through. ”

The fishermen also chatted and saw Han Fei and Qin Guang move instantly.

There was a great deal of spirituality between them, and a great power erupted between the bamboo stick and the steel stick.

I only saw Han Fei smash all the way, and I could clearly see the spiritual energy coming out of the bamboo stick every time. After half a day of smashing, Han Fei began to sweep again. It swept five or six times in a row before switching to smashing again.

And Qin Guang, Empty has the talent, but he can't fight Han Fei so much money to release the spiritual spirit! You know, fishermen have the guts to do that. I couldn't have been stronger than 136 points of spirituality, and now I'm using all my spirituality against Han Fei's bamboo stick, how can I fight?

When Han Fei hit the sixteenth, Qin Guang's stick was finally smashed out of hand and the whole person was smashed out. Qin Guangbai looked so pale, he really couldn't understand, why was he hit like this in the face of a level 4 fisherman? The point is, doesn't this guy have the guts?

Not only Qin Guang's eyes are silly, all fishermen are also silly. Do Level 4 fishermen have so much nerve to explode? Are you fucking kidding me? Han Fei smashed 16 bamboo sticks, even if he only smashed 8 points of spirituality each time, it would have to be 128 points! Can a Class 4 fisherman have 128 spirits? That's a spiritual value for a Class 6 fisherman, okay?

But Han Fei took the soup of the tungsten fish and put it aside, one bowl at a time, the belly drunk a round roll.

Immediately, Han's non-pale face was much better. There was still a gap between Class 6 and Class 4 fishermen, and the other party's physical strength exceeded his own. Although not much, this was a problem in the battle. But where this Qin Guangning is willing to receive a few sticks, he must fight himself, the victory or loss is unknown.

Han Fei: “He Xiaoyu, help me drink something, I can't drink anymore. ”

He Xiaoyu was about to cry: “I can't drink anymore, I've had 13 bowls, vomit...”

In the group of fishermen, a middle-aged fisherman has a strange face. Why is his daughter in it? And the bamboo stick in Han Fei's hand, it's his own daughter!

And all the other fishermen are very speechless. For the first time, I've seen people drink soup and throw themselves up. How many bowls have I drunk?

In fact, tungsten fish soup is completely useless for Korea and Africa. He knew when Han Fei discovered that his current storage limit for spiritual gas was stuck at 139.

It's just that this has nothing to do with him continuing to challenge. Although spiritual energy can't bear to change the limit, it's all spiritual in the soup! A bowl of tungsten soup is worth 78 large yellow fish. And now even Ben Ho Xiao is drinking fish soup and vomiting. Can you imagine what Han Fei has already drank?

In the crowd, there are students who are silent: "Han Fei, you've drunk more than thirty bowls of tungsten fish soup, don't you even put water in? ”

But Han Fei hiccupped and said, "I can hold it for a little while, so I asked, who else? ”

Han was unfaithful and arrogant. As a result, he saw all kinds of unspeakable expressions on the other side. He couldn't help but say nothing. How did he get all of them? Where are we going?

“Han Fei! ”

Han Fei-tou also said, “One at a time, this class is not over yet, don't worry. ”

“How many more classes are you going to play? ”

This voice is a bit dignified. Han Fei felt a little familiar. When he looked back, he saw Wang Jie looking at himself with a black face, beside Wang Jie, and a group of teachers.

Han Fei's eyes turned and immediately said: “Teacher, what is that? I suddenly remembered that I was in a hurry, I went first...”

“You can hold on for a while. You're not going anywhere. ”

He Xiaoyu hurried up: “Han Fei, bamboo stick. ”

At first sight, Han Fei obviously couldn't fight, so he threw the bamboo stick at He Xiaoyu.

Then he heard Ho Xiaoyu's father say: "You little girl, come home with me. ”

……

When I saw Han Fei go, everyone was relieved, and the goods finally left! The six stronger ones have been knocked over. Is it possible that only the seven stronger ones can fuck him? Why is this piece of junk so powerful all of a sudden?

Even if everyone knows that Tang Gong is the seventh spiritual vein, Han Fei has only one level! Even if Tang Ge asked angels for help, he couldn't grow so fast!

Playground.

Wang Jie shrugged his eyes: “Can I understand you getting promoted? But what about your spirituality? ”

Han Fei: "Ah? Teacher, I'm angry! ”

“Pfft...”

Han Fei was immediately slapped on the head and Wang Jie was speechless. Even the angel from the city, Fonze, ask him if he can live forever, and you can't live forever?

Wang Jie: “Speak well. ”

Han Fei: “Teacher, I drank spiritual fish soup from my stomach. Isn't that not completely digested yet, so the spiritual energy is constantly supplied...”

Wang Jie: “Bullshit, dozens of breaths smashed out sixteen square sticks, do you have the guts to come? ”

Han Fei pretended to be stupid: “Come on, Tung Ling Fish soup is in my stomach, I'll convert it. ”

“Hmm?”

This time it was Wang Jie's turn. He asked again: "You converted here? ”

Han Fei: “Yeah! Tumble the soup and I'll be back. I can't beat them up with just one bowl of soup, just two bowls..."

Wang Jie: “…”