God of Fishing

As he approached, Han Fei saw the gangsters sitting in his own little yard eating beak mussels, and his face immediately went dark.

“Brother Gang, the boy is back. ”

“Pfft...”

I saw Fatty slam the crust in his hand to the ground and say, "You know what, kid? Did you know your brother was here yesterday? What about the protection fee? ”

Han Fei shuddered angrily. I fuckin 'poked around before the ghost door closed. When I came back together, I saw you eat my food. Is that true?

Han Fei grinned grinningly: "A sea mussel of 5 fine pearls, give it to me, I'll let you go, or I'll puke you out. ”

Fatty and a few of his little brothers immediately stunned and “hahaha” burst into laughter.

“Gong, he asked for money from us? ”

“Gong, I haven't seen this kid crazy in days, and he's blackmailing us? ”

Fatty's face trembled and smiled wickedly with his teeth: “Kid, is it your brother who didn't wake up or did your boy get hit in the head by an ironhead fish? How dare you blackmail your brother? ”

“Boom...”

Han Fei is full of gas now, even if he's a Class 7 fisherman across the street? I've even fucked a python myself. Can I be afraid of you?

Han Fei put the purple bamboo stick up to the ground: “Do you... know why the coral is so red? ”

“Hmm?”

Just when Gang and others were ready to laugh at Han Fei, they saw the spiritual energy in Han Fei's hands, and the purple bamboo stick glowed.

Gong's face changed slightly: “Stinky fish boy, you really dare to do it, when it's really nice to live, brothers, get him. ”

“I'll chop you to death. ”

Han Fei jumped up with a purple bamboo stick just to remember. Do you really think I can't carry the stick?

Before Gang reacted, he saw a level 5 fisherman's brother smashing a stick on his knees on the ground, covering his shoulder and moaning: "Ah! My arm is broken, it's over, Brother Gang, my arm is broken...”

Gong-go was furious: "You want to die? ”

Speaking of which, how many people are copying sticks, so many of them can still fold into the hands of a child?

“When…”

Why is Han Fei so violent now, 159 points of basic spirituality, comparable to a level 7 peak fisherman, more than 3,000 points of spiritual reserve can hit each other to doubt life, what else is he afraid of?

“I chopped this fat man to death. ”

“Boom...”

There was a little gangster who was spiritual and full of body, with the intention of stiffening a stick in Korea and Africa.

However, when he “rubbed”, the man lay directly on the ground and spit blood in his mouth.

At one time, Gong-go was a god: “No, this kid is the peak of level six, let Brother come. ”

Fat man with a fine iron stick just split up. Unexpectedly, the first time the force fought, Han Fei actually felt numbness in his arm. His face changed slightly. Class 7 fisherman?

Brother Gang was also stunned: “It's very powerful, but you don't know anything about the strength of the Seven Powers. The Ten Fang Spirit Stick...”

Suddenly, Han Fei saw that the fat man seemed to have a snake belt swimming around him. The next moment, the fat man's fighting power suddenly increased dramatically and his stick was more than twice as fast as before.

Han Fei is shocked. How is this possible? How did a fat man get so fast?

“When... Boom...”

Han Fei, who had been pressed against others, backed away at this moment. Though he felt his strength was not weaker than that of this fat man, he could not bear the fierce blow of six sticks in a row.

“Cough...”

Han Fei's arm became numb and the corner of his mouth spilled a little blood.

Kong grinned: “Seven strong men can seize the power of demonic fish. Do you really think your Kong brother has been a white man so far? Kid, now get down on your knees and offer all your family's compensation... Forget it, you don't have a family's bottom, this little yard, give it to your brother, let him go. ”

Han Fei took a deep breath and his resilience was still there, but much weaker than it had been at first.

Han Fei grinned: "Is that all Seven strong people are? How weak are you? ”

“Ah…”

I only saw Han Fei's sudden rolling spirit, the whole person and stick were glowing, jumping up and falling again.

“When…"

Brother Kong: "Kid, you're looking for death. How precious is spirituality? You're a Class 6 fisherman, and you're consuming a third of your spiritual energy just for spiritual gain. How many more sticks can you find? Three or five? ”

Han Fei: “That's a lot of bullshit...”

“When…”

The weapon handed over, Han Fei's mad breath smashed six sticks, during which he also suffered a stick, chest pain.

But the fat man also gasped, and just now he only smashed Han Fei a little wound with one breath. Then the kid went mad and came up again with five or six sticks. How spiritual is this kid? Isn't that comparable to yourself?

Neha, Han Fei did not end at all, a transverse sweep, the spiritual air gushed, the spiritual air faded away into the air.

“Knock, knock...”

“Pfft...”

The bars burst like thunder and saw only one bite of blood gushing out, and the fine iron bars came out.

He's got incredible eyes, this kid. How is that possible? How many sticks did this cut? Ten sticks? The key thing is, this guy's spiritual. It's 200 o'clock!

“Boom!”

Han Fei dissipated his temper and smoked a stick on the fat man. The rest of the gangsters beside him were lost. Did Gong lose?

Han Fei squatted in front of Kong with a stick and said with a smile: "Are you still charging protection fees? ”

Brother Gang sweats coldly: "Misunderstanding, Brother, this is a complete misunderstanding. ”

“Bang, bang, bang...”

Han Fei punched him three times in a row and laid his hammer on the ground: “Is that a mistake? Are you sure it was a misunderstanding? ”

Gong's painful teeth grinned and never dared to say back: “Brother Gong, can't you pay for it? Gong promised not to bother you in the future. ”

“Bang, bang, bang...”

Han Fei: “Who the hell are you? ”

Kong: “Kong, just call me Kong. ”

“Bang, bang, bang...”

Han Fei: “Xiaogang? Where's Ming? Where's Hong? ”

Gong-go's shaking his face. Why are you still fighting? Hit me again and I'll be ruined!

Brother Kong begged for forgiveness: "Brother, forgive me. Honey, I can't let you! I've been with Red for seven years..."

Han Fei: “??? ”

“Bang...”

Han Fei blackened his face: “Leave me all the money on my body, leave me the fine iron stick, get lost...”

Gong is crying. What's all this? Why did you pretend to be a weak chicken the other day?

Brother Kong: “Brother, I'm just a fine iron stick... Here, don't point at me, I'm afraid. ”

Han Fei: “Who's your little brother? You'll see my name is Fei. You wasted so much energy on me. You can't even compensate for a fine iron stick. Get lost..."

“Yes, yes... What are you still standing there for? Go...”

Han Fei watched this flexible fat man sneak up and ran away, which surprised him. Is this what Tang said before about absorbing demonic fish? If the fat man was as capable of storing his spirituality as he was, it would be unknown who the deer died. But once that kind of weird power came out, the strength suddenly doubled. If I didn't have enough spiritual reserves, I would have been on the ground.

“No, I underestimate high-quality fishermen, called high-quality, not unreasonable. What if the fat man was confined to his body and lacked spirituality to be defeated by me, if he was an eighth level fisherman? ”

This is the second time Han Fei feels that his strength is improving too slowly, even a gangster can get to level 7. In this world where the whole people practice, how many such small characters? And now I'm just a little character, far from being able to do anything about it.

As soon as Han Fei arrived home, there was definitely a line of engraved words on the table, which should have been left by Tang Gong.

“Probably won't be able to come back in the near future. There's something in the old place. See you at the fishing trial. ”

Han silently cut off the sentence, pushed the door and walked behind his house.

Behind the cliff is a cliff, where people can stand less than half a metre away, and directly behind the house is a threshold with an iron chain hanging there. Han Fei cautiously grabbed the chain and hung it down, about seven or eight meters down, there was an invisible small cave, covered by cliffside vegetation, but it was hidden.

This little cave is what this house has always had. Every time Tang Gong gets something good, he doesn't leave it at home, but he hides it in the cave so that no one can think about it.

The cave is less than four meters deep and less than three meters wide, and there is only a small bed and a stone cylinder with dozens of sea mussels.

In bed, Han Fei saw a small package.

When Han Fei opened, he suddenly took a breath, the first two medium pearls rolled out. It's not much money. It's probably all Tang's family.

In addition to 2 Chinese pearls, there are 2 books, an iron box, and a bottle of Dan medicine.

Han Fei suddenly took a breath, not the other way around, because the two books read "Swimming Watercraft" and "The Body Art". At a glance, Han Fei knew why the two books were important. Most of Tianshui Village, including fishermen, practiced stick methods. Even if there were books in the school, it was not much to be afraid of. Whatever the two books were, at least they could not be worse than the universal stick method of ten square sticks.

“Huh! Making up for Lindane? ”

Han Fei picked up the bottle of Dan medicine and smiled, secretly: “Good brother. ”