God of Fishing

Han Afriqiao Quartet: “Next, who? ”

There was a foolish move on the scene. A student at the top of level 5 felt that Han Fei was losing his strength. He might be able to give him a final blow and win the bamboo stick.

Han Fei didn't hesitate to say, "You're too weak. Get someone else. ”

The student doesn't want Jean to say, "It's just two bowls of soup. I have one, but I'm going to challenge you. ”

Han Fei's eyes lit up: “I wish I had fish soup. Come on, if I take a step back, you win. ”

The five students' eyes lit up: “That's what you said. ”

After that, just listening to him scream, he rushed over with a fine iron stick and seemed to exert his full strength. Han Fei immediately saw that this man had gathered a great deal of spirituality on a fine iron stick.

“When…"

I saw Han Fei bent back a little bit, almost backwards, but the sixth level was six, and a stick went down, and the fifth level students lay on the ground.

Han Fei: “I told you not to come, He Xiaoyu, collect soup...”

But some smart students felt that Han Fei had almost backed off, so he fought for fear: “I'm here... it's me... it's me...”

A few minutes later.

No one challenged the level 5 fishermen, they were about to vomit blood, and Han Feiming was about to step back. The result was blocked at the last minute, and he killed the level 5 fishermen with one stick.

He Xiaoyu kept pouring soup of spiritual fish into the gourd next to him, mentally meditating, "I'm just here to help drink soup, I'm here to help drink soup”.

Half a dozen, more and more people are watching, ten or ten times a pass, many people are coming to the canteen.

Han Fei, carrying He Xiaoyu's filled gourd, took a sip from time to time: “Who else? I will not refuse...”

No one responded.

Han Fei shouted, “Don't you have anything to fight in South campus? What about your six-grade masters? What about level seven? ”

“Out of the way, all of you. ”

Shortly afterwards, the crowd was pulled apart, and seven or eight teenagers walked in angry.

Someone relieved: “They're finally here. ”

Some people have gained a lot of confidence: “If we don't come back, we won't have the face of Southern campus. ”

Someone said, "This time Han Fei is dead, he can stop one person and two people, can he stop ten people and eight people? As long as he doesn't get a chance to catch his breath, it's a question of whether he can survive both, after all he's been fighting for so long. ”

“Who came to my Southern campus to pick things up? ”

The man was still staring at Han Fei when he spoke and had a bad eye.

Han Fei: “My East campus handles Han Fei, who thinks he has beaten all six invincible hands, has grown up so far, has not tried a single defeat, and now comes to seek defeat. ”

He Xiaoyu is rolling his eyes and has not yet failed. You were a second-degree fisherman before. No one fought you. If you were killed by accident, how could you live to this day?

Instead of blushing and gasping, Han did not recognize himself at all. Instead, he held his head high.

“You're the only one who hasn't lost yet? Are you better than Don? ”

Han Fei-hun didn't care: “Tang and I are good brothers. We haven't fought before. Today we go out of the mountains, I only ask for one defeat. ”

Someone laughed: “I hear you've been in a lot of wars. You should run out of spirits. Are you sure you want to fight? ”

Han Fei: “I absorb fast and have infinite spiritual energy. ”

Now that everyone has turned their eyes white, they've never seen a face like this, they've never seen a face like this, and they've got a lot of spirit. Do you think you're the god of the sea?

Someone is carrying a fine iron stick: “Since you want to fight, I'll fight you. You have the guts to admit you lost. ”

Han Fei: “Whoever loses is the grandson. ”

In a word, ignite the hearts of all present.

“Kill him. ”

“Scrapped him. ”

“Beat him to death. ”

“Extremely arrogant, he can't walk out today. ”

Han Fei, carrying a bamboo stick, lazily said: “Come to war. ”

“I'll …”

Someone couldn't help it, ready to look at the strength of Han Fei first, this time, only saw Han Fei jump up and smash three sticks, directly smashed this man out, even the iron stick bent.

“Hiss...”

“Shit...”

“Was this guy iron? ”

“Why are you so strong? ”

Han Fei chuckled: “Next. ”

“Wait a minute. ”

As Han Fei prepared to continue arrogant, he saw a middle-aged man appear, leading two students.

“Teacher Chow. ”

Zhou Ding's face was ugly. I just heard that someone was blocking the front door of the school to challenge him and he didn't believe it. Now it looks like he believed it. The little girl, who was loaded with soup, had a huge bowl next to her. The gourd was now in the middle of the mountains, and she didn't know how much soup she had.

Zhou Ding weighed Han Fei. It's level six. If it was level seven, he couldn't tell.

Zhou Ding pointed casually at a student: “Chen Tim, you go. ”

The boy who was summoned as Chen also had a bamboo stick in his hand, which seemed to be better than the other six levels.

Chen Materials: "Southern school, Chen Materials, fight you. ”

Han Fei slightly squinted his eyes and began to be serious.

“Buzz!”

Spirituality erupted on the bamboo stick, and Han Fei stopped breathing, his face was not white, and his body was not shaking. Looking at the split stick, I saw him lift the stick on the sheet.

“When.”

The vibration of the shock swept away, and many students below the fifth grade backed up in a row.

Han Fei was slightly stunned. This man had good strength. He didn't know how to practise the stick, but after the force, there seemed to be a force, and the double force impulse almost made him step back.

“Wow! ”

Han Fei's eyes lit up, and Chen's face changed dramatically, and he couldn't even shake this guy with 80% of his strength?

Zhou Ding is also very surprised. Chen Materials is the spiritual vein of Grade 3 superior products, which can almost be classified as the strongest of the South School Grade 6. As a result, the first time we fought, we didn't even have any advantage.

South Africa: “sweep a thousand armies. ”

“When.”

A loud noise, the material was directly white, the whole person slid out of the ground for dozens of meters, his hands trembled. It's too strong. It's just a stick. How can it be so powerful? This power, more than a kilo?

“The stick splits Mount Hua. ”

Everybody, what's the trick? What mountain is Huashan?

But Chen was nervous, but saw a little under his feet, and the bamboo stick was brilliant.

“Psychic. ”

At that moment, Han Fei hurriedly backed off, a huge force directly impacted himself, thanks to a stick cut out, blocked the wave of shocks, otherwise he was only afraid to lose.

He Xiaoyu hastily said: “This is a spiritual explosion, very powerful, even seven pints have to hide. ”

Han Fei shook his arm and shook his head: “Very good. How did you do that? Gather your spirits. How do you blow it? ”

“How could he have picked up a psychic blast in the face? ”

“Oh, my God, is he iron? Why is he so hard? ”

Zhou Dingyuan, this teenager is not simple, and the front face of the spiritual gas explosion is not damaged, which is the ultimate expression of the refinery.

In everyone's astonished eyes, Han Fei's spiritual spirit is shining more and more.

Han Fei: “Psychic explosion...”

Zhou Ding took the shot, one hand directly grabbed Han Fei's aura, but at that second, huge aura directly hit his palm, stunned to bounce off his palm.

“Huh, shredded. ”

Seeing that spiritual energy burst directly, the air waves rolled over, blowing Han Fei himself back seven or eight steps.

Han Fei's eyes were glowing, so powerful, so strong. I couldn't detonate myself, thanks to this teacher, otherwise I really don't know what to do.

Zhou Ding's face was somewhat indestructible. He almost didn't even scratch the aura of a Grade 6 student. It was embarrassing.

Zhou Dingxiang glanced at him: “You have nearly the strength of a level 8 fisherman. You have the nerve to come to my school students' soup of tundra fish, go away. ”

“Hiss...”

The students next door shouted.

Class 8 fisherman power? Is this still a fucking student? Isn't that terrible?

Someone wonders, "Oh, shit, he's not some Tang Song, is he? Who else is this strong besides Tang? ”

“Bastard, the strength of level eight came to us to pack level six and pay for our fish soup. ”

“Yeah, shameless Han Fei, fish soup. ”

Han Fei: “What the hell! I'm level six, obviously level six. Am I born to tell you too? I don't say it because I keep my head down. ”

Han Fei looked at Zhou Ding and smiled embarrassingly: “Teacher Zhou, that, I'm actually here to seek a breakthrough. I just felt the power of inspiration. Now I'm quite aware. What, am I going first? ”

Zhou Ding grabbed Han Fei: “Where are you going? ”

Han Fei: “Teacher, I'm really level six! Don't believe you check it out. ”

Zhou Ding doesn't care about Han Fei, carry him and go.

Han Fei was still hanging in the air, and his mouth greeted him: "He Xiaoyu, go! Keep up...”

Therefore, Tianshui Village South School canteen entrance left a group of students in the wind mess.

Someone mumbled, "Grade eight? Is this the real pride of heaven? ”