God of Fishing

The plantation, after Jiangqin's violent sweep, was opened up by her to a basketball-sized open space.

At this moment, Jiang Qin and Han are not fighting against each other.

Jiang Qin: “Have you learned all these skills? ”

Han Fei scratched his head: “Yes, but I don't think it's going to have to work very well. ”

Jiang Qin: “??? ”

Han Fei: “Well, I think these tactics are a little awesome. I'm not only afraid the enemy won't hold them, I'm afraid I won't hold them myself? ”

“Huh…”

Jiang Qin really wants to roll his eyes. He's still very good at basic warfare skills. Are you afraid it's the first time you've touched a warfare technique?

Jiang Qin Qing sipped: “Come on, use all the tactics, I'll see how good you are. ”

Han Fei: “That's not good! Xiaoqin, you look so pretty. If I hurt you, why didn't you cut me off? ”

“Hurt me? Then try it. ”

After that, Jiang Qin stomped on the ground and kicked Han Fei straight.

“Wait, wait...”

“Bang...”

Han Fei flew directly to seven or eight meters away and sat on the ground with his ass. If he hadn't blocked it with a stick, he would be on the ground now.

“Sister Qin, I have something to say. Don't do it yet! ”

“Fight before you use your tactics. ”

Han Fei was not given a chance to talk, Jiang Qin attacked again, and was empty-handed. But that foot has proven that Jiang Qin's power is terrible, even if he suppresses it, it has already made Han less than the enemy.

“Hiss...”

Han Fei took a deep breath. Is this the warrior? If it doesn't work, I'll fight. If I don't learn, will she just kill me?

“The stick. ”

Han Fei lowered his voice and shouted. When he raised his head again, Jiang Qin glanced at him. His eyes were full of insane warfare.

“Boom...”

I saw Han Fei's foot slip, leaving a small pit in place, and Han Fei had already attacked. Unlike the routine of splitting, sweeping, and stabbing the Ten Square Stick, the Mad Demon Stick is characterized as fast, very fast, and fast and violent.

Jiang Qin was a little stunned for a while, wasn't he? This is Wind Walking Stick?

“When…"

Jiang Qin didn't care if it was a walking stick or not, but she just saw her fist coincide with the stick shadow and made a “when" collision sound.

Jiang Qin is stunned. How can a walking stick be so fierce? And when she looked at Han Fei, she found this guy's mouth curled up, seemed to be laughing, the meaning of insanity in his eyes was more obvious.

“Chop.”

Han Fei straightened the stick and found it easily blocked by Jiangqin. He followed the action of picking, stabbing, chopping, poking, countering the stick, and making a strange angle.

Jiang Qin's face is green. Where are you going? Eyes, breasts, legs, goddamn kid, wait till I see what I can do to you.

“Break!”

However, Jiangqin's two fists were flashed with spiritual light, instantly ejected, and directly hit the tip of the stick.

“Boom...”

Han Fei was hit three or four meters hard, but Han Fei pulled a long mark directly on the ground with a stick.

Jiang Qin stared at Han Fei and just forced her to use her power as a fisherman. She found that if the ninth peak was maintained, she could be directly poked.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey ”

“Ho...”

Only Han Fei's head suddenly grew stronger, his neck, forehead, hands, and blues burst out.

“Kill."

It was just a trance, Han Fei's speed multiplied, the Crazy Demon Stick struck a shadow in his hand, and each hit was powerful enough. Jiang Qin naturally adjusted his strength to the junior peak of the fisherman, and found that he was still a little hard, that Han Fei's strength was too strong, and that he was moving too fast.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. ”

At this moment, the two of them played the same banner drum, soil flies across the field, sticks and shadows, and the spiritual escapade swings in the air.

Off-site.

Old Jiang looked at the scene with a barbecue in his arms. If he thought about it, he would still bite the bamboo stick after eating the prawns in his hand.

“Han Fei, enough. ”

Jiang Qin was surprised. This is definitely not a hot blood boil. God knows what this is. It's not a hot blood boil anyway. How could it be a boil to elevate people from level 9 fishermen to intermediate fishermen?

But Han Fei smiled “hey” and didn't stop at all. But he saw the spiritual energy pouring on the stick shadow, Jiang Qin shouted, and the boy put his spiritual energy on himself.

“Boom, boom...”

Psychic blast intervals are extremely short, with three sticks almost in the blink of an eye.

“Han Fei, enough. ”

Jiang Qin punched a phantom on his fist, and another spiritual blow against the bomb, again bombing Korea and Africa out.

Jiang Qin was just about to quit. He didn't want the stick coming straight at the door.

“When…"

While the purple bamboo stick was shaken, only the sound of "sex” broke out.

When Jiang Qin advanced to the late stage of the fisherman, she saw the continuous motion in her hand and bounced off the flying knife with the big handle.

“Han Fei...”

At this time, Jiang Qin understood what it meant to hear or not hear, but saw Han Fei's entire body leaning forward, and the dagger with two small arms in his hand had been stabbed.

Jiang Qin hastily dodged, but the dagger was as shadowy as a shadow. The two daggers spinning in the hands of Han Fei were like flower butterflies. Even though Jiang Qin's strength had risen to the later stages of the fisherman, he was continuously cut by Han Fei on his small arm.

And that doesn't count. Han Fei wants to stab her in the chest with a knife.

This time, Jiang Qin was angry and instantly invigorated, listening only to the "bang” echo, and directly flew Korea Africa seven or eight meters away.

Han Fei's rear sky fell to the ground, but suddenly he laughed coldly at Jiangqin. A dagger in his hand emitted like lightning, and the spiritual gas rolled on the knife, breaking the shadow into the air.

Jiang Qin's color changed dramatically and her spirit fluctuated so strongly that she immediately drank: “punch out”.

“Boom...”

Heavy blow, directly beneath Jiangqin's feet within three meters of the land was turned over, while Jiangqin looked down at his fist, middle finger and unnamed finger only saw, was actually cut a small mouth, blood seeped out.

At this time Jiang Qin was shocked, a fisherman, bled her out. How is that possible? I'm afraid no one will believe me. She wouldn't believe it. She's a real fisherman, just one step away from a diver. Even Fang Ze could have fought in the first place. At this moment, a fisherman cut her mouth?

Han Fei on the other side seemed to want to come again, but just under his feet, the whole person fell to the ground and passed out.

In this situation, Jiang Qin doesn't know what to do. Hit him. Everyone has passed out. Don't hit him. Is this kid playing with his own life?

“Told you not to let him into the door of a warrior spiritualist, did I say, look, cultivate a little monster out. Psst... You see how good he is when he only gathers around, picks flowers, and occasionally cooks food. Now, he's not cute at once. ”

Old man Jiang walked up to the front, touched it between Han and Fei's neck and nodded slightly: “I did faint."

Jiang Qin: “Who knew he was so desperate? ”

"'What tactics did you choose for him,' said Grannie Jiang. 'How could you be so overbearing? ”

Jiang Qin: "War technique? Oh, the tactics I chose for him from the Tianshui Village Collection Book Building, did you say bullying? ”

Old Jiang: “Hmm? That's weird. He doesn't have these hegemonic warfare moves. ”

Jiang Qin: “However, there is one thing, these kinds of tactics he just used seem to be a sublimation of the tactics I chose for him, much stronger than the original tactics I don't know... this kid has a problem. ”

Old man Jiang: “Nonsense, I know there is a problem," Ling Sik Daquan "he carried it in one day, do you have a problem? ”

Jiang Qin: “... I just thought he was crazy. Do you think he's actually crazy? ”

Old Jiang: “Huh! Genius is always jealous...”

……

Bed.

Han Fei just felt sore and sore. It felt like he was shaking for five days and five nights at sea. His bones were almost scattered.

“Pain... Pain... Old man... Xiaoqin...”

Soon, they both walked in from the outside.

Old Jiang: “Bullshit, you don't hurt. Who does? You're lucky that you're not broken, that is, you have a good body, and the average person is long gone. ”

Han Fei: “??? ”

Han Fei: “Xiaoqin, you asked me to play with you. I said you wouldn't listen to me! ”

Jiang Qin's face was serious: “Where did you learn these kinds of tactics? ”

Han Fei blurred: “This is Xiaoqin's war technique you chose for me! ”

Jiang Qin: “Nonsense, how can I be so dominant in my chosen tactics? What's with the stick and the bloodbath? ”