God of Fishing

After class.

Han Fei and He Xiaoyu each carried a stick and went to the shift in a muttering manner.

He Xiaoyu looked at Han Fei's stick curiously: "You're a little strange! My dad says weapons are useless. ”

Han Fei Xin said that your father didn't know much about it, so he split the conversation between the two sentences.

Han Fei asked, "Why can only 1,000 people be gifted with enlightenment? Tens of thousands of people in our East Side schools and other districts? ”

He Xiaoyu: “But the talented Enlightenment Spirit seems to consume Enlightenment Liquid. In the past, it was only enough for 1,000 people. This time, too! ”

Han Feiqiao: “What about the rest of them? All turned into regular fishermen? ”

He Xiaoyu looked at Han Fei strangely: "You idiot! If they have the chance to cultivate a level 10 fisherman and break through naturally, they will also awaken the gifted soul beast. ”

Han Fei smiled and remembrance appeared. Natural awakening rarely appeared on young people in small fishing villages. Most young people who could naturally awaken were nearly 20 years old. And by that time, after the best period of practice, even if you awaken the Soul Beast, you won't have much success.

Han Fei's mind is filled with thoughts. Since the Talent Enlightenment Spirit is ranked according to ranking, the first few must contend.

In this way, Han Fei immediately dragged Ho Xiao fishway: “Hurry up, what is the most important thing about practitioners in my life? It's time...”

He Xiaoyu was speechless, who was stalling, and you wasted four years yourself. This was the end of the period, but you were in a hurry. Besides, you're at level six, okay? The fishing trials are basically going to pass!

“Boom...”

The doors of the first shift were kicked open.

Everyone was stunned and only saw Han Fei holding the stick up to the ground: “I'm back, your protection... uh... is the soup ready? ”

Han Fei was holding his head high and felt the fish next to him dragging him, impatient: “Don't be afraid, I'm in grade 6, I can play all grade. ”

“Are you still going to play the whole grade? ”

The sound of the speech was quite dignified. Han Fei suddenly felt stiff and looked aside, and saw a class of fishermen staring at him in the dark.

Han Feston suddenly said: “Well, good teacher, what... Teacher, I'm here to challenge, I heard that a class of classmates have strong fighting power, they are all masters, today I step through level 6, come to challenge. If he loses, He Xiaoyu's bamboo stick belongs to him, winning all we need is a bowl of soup..."

“Bang...”

When he saw Han Fei flying out, the fisherman pointed at him and said, "Get out of here, you stinky face. ”

Since the last time, Han Fei is no longer a waste material in everyone's mind. Fighting is called a tough one. When there's soup in the soup, this guy has no guts. So how do you fight? Spend your energy on your own class. What else do you fight?

Han is speechless. Why is this teacher beating people up? I'm just making a suggestion!

This class of seven masters is looking at Han Fei: “Teacher Yang! He can only succeed by absorbing soup, so long as he doesn't need soup, we challenge him. ”

Teacher Yang frowned slightly after listening to this, even if he did not swallow the soup of spiritual fish, Han Fei now has Grade 6 strength, he is not so good to mess with. Four schools in the north-east and north-west of the village, one in eight, more than two hundred in seven, more than six, but also a thousand people. Han Fei, even the bottom of the six, is also the sixth level.

Teacher Yang's heart moved so that her classmates could see this shameless sixth level doesn't seem to have much of a problem.

Teacher Yang: “You can also play, only challenge your peer masters. ”

Han Fei wanted to kiss his ass and walked away. He immediately patted his chest and said, “No problem, two bowls of soup. ”

Teacher Yang blackened her face: “Just one bowl, and you are not allowed to drink it during the war. ”

Han Fei: “Teacher, it's not fair, then I can only fight one. ”

Teacher Yang couldn't help but laugh: “How many more would you like to fight? Play a grade? ”

Han Fei chuckled: “Well, let's fight first, and win a bowl is a bowl. ”

A class of people are rolling their eyes like you must win. You're not swallowing soup. Who can you beat?

Lu Lingzhi also just broke through level 6, I wanted to try it. After all, a new breakthrough for a new breakthrough should be able to maximize the effect.

Hu Kun stepped forward and said, "Let me do it, no one will rob me, let me do it. ”

Though Han Fei is a little scary about the speed of this strength increase, this growth is unreasonable, I'm sure Tang Gong is helping him. No one in the whole school knows more about Korean-African standards than he does. And Tang has helped Han Fei too much. This time Tang Song was taken away by angels, he must have left many benefits for Han Fei, otherwise he would never have reached level 6 so quickly.

Han Feiyi grinned at Hu Kun: “Take it easy, bring the fish soup first. ”

Hu Kun: “Some fish soup, if you can win. ”

“When…"

Hu Kun dragged the fine iron stick and finally had good reason to teach him a lesson. No one looked forward to this opportunity more than he did.

Han Fei reached out and He Xiaoyu handed over the purple bamboo stick.

Han Fei: “Come on, let me feel it. You have a couple of pounds. ”

Everybody's speechless. It's like they're doing an exam.

“Ah!”

Hu Kunshu is a double flying stick featuring fast, very fast.

Han Fei laughed: “Quick, look at me sweep a thousand armies. ”

The advantages of the Ten Square Stick are wide range, strong force, Han Fei handled the stick, the spiritual energy instantly filled with bamboo stick, when sweeping, the spiritual energy in the middle of the air shouted a half arc, quite stiff.

In this situation, Hu Kun either stunned, blocked or retreated. But this was just a fight. I haven't touched a single move. If Hu Kun retreats, he won't be able to lift his head again.

As for the blocks, the tenfold stick is characterized by a large opening and a very rigid fit. Once given this opportunity, Han Fei would only take more blows, so Hu Kun chose to rock hard. He felt that his half-footed level of seven could not have rocked Han Fei, a guy who pulled up from outside.

“When…"

Hu Kun's face changed dramatically as the metal crossed his ears, his whole face instantly rose red, and the fine iron stick in his hand bent directly, while his arms became numb, like a fucking fracture. And then he didn't feel it.

“Pfft...”

The shadow flew out, Hu Kun, class 6 peak fisherman, in the hands of Han Fei, couldn't spell a trick, was directly knocked out, couldn't even leave a groan.

“Hiss...”

Everyone took a breath. Lu Ling Zhili, who was still eager to try, stopped moving. Her eyes were full of wonder. Han Fei grew too fast, right?

Teacher Yang is similarly stunned. Is Han Fei's natural divine power also a growth attribute? It's the same level 6. It's too scary to dry up Hu Kun, right?

He Xiaoyu was also a little slutty. Ten square sticks were handed over to Han Fei himself, but at the moment when Han Fei used them, that level of proficiency clearly caught up with himself. Besides, she thinks that if she fought Hu Kun, it was just a banner drum, and it turned out to be Han Fei's, a move?

Everybody's got a question mark in their heads. Who the hell can tell me this is Han Fei, who's been a loser for four years?

Han Fei smashed his mouth: “So don't rush, you have to rush up. ”

After speaking, Han Fei also said arrogantly: “Looks like I'm invincible in level six. Your class of seven fishermen, come out, draw a comparison. ”

Yang Qing's face turned black, Hu Kun had a few kilos of a couple of taels, he knew exactly, Han Fei could beat Hu Kun, which means the kid is strong, he looked at it. However, he nodded to the crowd, and it would seem nice if Han Fei could squeeze the flames of the class.

Immediately, a teenager in the crowd came out with a little blue stick.

He Xiaoqiu: “He is Xing Qiu. He is very powerful. The stick in his hand is from the blue wood under the sea. It is not worse than the bamboo stick. He can rank in the top 20 of the seventh grade of our school. His example is four bowls of swallowing soup. ”

When he introduced Han Fei again, he also said that Xing Qiu is worth four bowls of fish soup. At first, Han Fei's eyes turned green. Shit, grade 7 is worth four bowls of fish soup? Isn't that wonderful?

Everyone heard He Xiaoyu's explanation, the front is fine, how can the painting wind suddenly turn, distorted?

Han Fei randomly ordered the following: “Then who, you level 7, I level 6, you lose four bowls of soup! ”

Xing Qiu sneered: “I don't want fish soup. Last time it was because I wasn't here, now that I'm here, you dare to come here. Do you really think I'm unattended? ”

Han Fei certainly won't be frightened, but the fish next to him suddenly grabbed Han Fei's stick: “Me, give me my stick. ”

Han Fei: “…”

Han Fei looked at Ho Xiao Fish with a crooked head, not like you! I wouldn't lose if I were a Class 7 fisherman, okay?

Han Fei: “Let go, you look so embarrassed, just one stick! ”

He Xiaoyu: “If you don't let go, you lose your own. ”

Han Fei: “Do you want to give up your hand and swallow soup? ”

He Xiaoyu: “I'll drink it. I'll help you drink it when you can't. ”

"“ … "

What do you mean when he can't drink it? Do you really expect him to go through a grade? Do you know how many seventh graders are in a grade?

Xing Qiu's face turned red: “Hello! Are you guys ashamed of yourself? A stick of bamboo and wood can't help it. ”

Han Fei's face is a bit untenable. He Xiao Xiao, who guards his fortune at this critical moment, can't say for himself.

Han Fei couldn't help but let go of his hand: “That's it, I guess I'll have to take out my own weapon. ”

A bunch of people with dark faces. Are you fucking embarrassed? It's just an iron stick.

Xing Qiu: “Who's rare with your stupid stick? ”

Han Fei put the stick up on the floor: “You know a big yellow fish! This is from my brother, a super fine iron stick, a fine iron stick in a fine iron stick. ”

They said, "Who are you kidding? And a super fine iron stick, that's a fine iron stick. ”

Han Fei: “Don't you dare even try? Even if I don't count, my brother's there. You're afraid I don't have any money? ”

Xing Qiu: “That's what you're waiting for. Come on! You can't even admit you lost now. ”