God of Fishing

Han Fei's knife went into his left and right shoulders before the person behind him had reacted.

“Ahhh.”

“Asshole...”

“Fucking fat man, you're dying. ”

“The thief is dead. ”

At this moment, a total of five people landed on a white fishing boat in Han Fei, removing the teenager, who had been stabbed twice by Han Fei, and four other teenagers.

Han Fei is stunned. Are they all teenagers? These people actually look the same size as themselves.

“Kill him. ”

Four people almost abandoned Chen Ling and Chen Jia at the same time, two out of four people carried out a spiritual explosion, and one with a bow and arrow in his hand. At this moment, the arrow is already on the string, and another teenager actually uses a sword. At this moment, he has come towards Korea.

“Oh! ”

The two knives in the hands of Han Fei similarly fluctuated in Qi Ling Qi, and also carried out the same spiritual explosion. For a moment, the air waves exploded directly in the center of Han Fei.

“How is that possible? ”

When the four teenagers reacted, they discovered that Han Fei was unharmed. He took an arrow, a sword, and a stick.

“Cut you to death. ”

Han Fei stared at one person, the guy called himself Fatty, but saw his hands twirl, lightning cut off.

“Fusion…”

The teenager reacted unnecessarily uncomfortably, and the first time he was invigorated, he fused, and Han Fei saw a turtle fiction blend into his body.

“Pfft...”

Forgive me, but this man was still chopped to death by Han Fei, and his clothes were torn apart, revealing a long bloody mark.

By then, Chen Jia 'er and Chen Ling had already reacted. Both of them were instantly merging soul beasts. The long stick in their hands had been spiritually rolling and had rushed over.

“Hmmm...”

“Involving spirits...”

But the young man with the sword stepped back, and suddenly countless seaweeds appeared on his side, wrapping directly around Chen Ling and Jia 'er.

Chen Jiaye's face changed dramatically: “Spiritual grass? Are you from town? ”

Chen Jia 'er appeared in front of her, two shrimp pliers clamped to wrap the grass.

Sword-held teenager drank low: “Tied”.

When I saw that piece of wrinkled grass shrink instantly, I tied Chen Jia Er and Chen Ling directly together. Chen Linger's two shrimp pliers were directly broken, and there was no room for resistance.

Han Fei saw this scene, his feet provoked the purple bamboo stick at his feet, held it in his hand, and a single stick struck the sword teenager.

The teenager did not panic, and the spiritual grass burst into flames.

“Blast...”

With this spiritual explosion by Han Fei, the spiritual grass blows up, and the sword-bearing teenager retreats five or six steps before stopping.

At this moment, Han Fei Lan has been surrounded by five people, the first two of whom, although injured by Han Fei Lan, appear to have the power of World War I. Especially the teenager, who was stabbed twice by Han Fei, took a Dan medicine at this moment, his face was very shady.

Han Fei: “Didn't you say the townspeople wouldn't attack us? ”

But the swordsman said, "We just wanted to dig the treasure fish, but you are dying, you dare to hurt my companion, you deserve to die. ”

Han Fei scratched his belly: “So you can attack us, and we deserve to be killed? ”

The young man, who was injured by Han Fei, drank low: "Damn fat man, if you dig the treasure fish now, give the young master a few more bangs, maybe I'll consider letting you go. ”

Han Fei continues to scratch the land: “Let me go? Your defeat will not be my enemy, will you let me go? ”

The bow boy calmly said: “Attention, this fat man is extremely defensive. I have not broken his defense in all attacks, not even his spiritual strength, when I do my best. ”

Chen Jia 'er: "Bastard, why are the people in town pressuring us? ”

Sword Boy: “As you said yourself, the first-degree fishery is all about skill, so I grabbed your treasure fish, just a normal fight. ”

Chen Jia 'er looked ugly, but still told Han Fei: “Han Fei, don't be entwined by spiritual grass, it will suck the spiritual energy out of you. ”

Han Fei nodded slightly: “Okay. ”

Han Fei looked up at the sky and said, "It looks like someone else hasn't come down. This is for sure you can win. ”

There's a teenager laughing: “If you can't even get a fat guy, how can I be the pride of the town? ”

Han Fei's face grew ugly. He shook his fat mouth and said, “You know what? I hate when people call me fat. Heaven, listen, if you don't come down, I'll kill these guys, don't blame me for not reminding you. ”

“Want to kill us, do you deserve it? ”

The next moment, a few people moved, and so did Han Fei. For a moment, "Crazy Demon Stick" spread, and the shadow stick frightened all five teenagers.

“Damn, so fast. ”

“Is this fat? ”

Han is not targeting anyone, but the guy with the bow and arrow. This guy's bow and arrow almost broke into his skin.

“I smashed you to death. ”

“When...”

Three men were guarded in front of the boy with the bow, but they were appalled that three sticks could not beat a single stick. The fat man was not flexible at all and he came out too fast.

Behind him, Han Fei felt the wrangling grass attack again, but saw his whole person suddenly step halfway into the sky. In all his horrified eyes, Han Fei actually stepped on the wind.

In that second, everyone was so fat that they could still tread?

“Blast...”

This explosion, Han Fei used 300 points of spirituality, which is almost the sum of the spirituality of a junior fisherman, so when the stick was put out, the teenager with the turtle soul beast suddenly moved forward, the whole person yelled, a turtle fiction floated, seemed to resist the stick.

“Boom...”

“Click...”

A tortoise armor shadow exploded, and the boy flew into the sea like a broken kite.

Han Fei was confident that the stick had broken the boy's hands, and his hands fell into the water, and he was dead.

But the sky suddenly stretched out several spiritual grasses, and the boy with the sword behind him was pulled back alive.

“Pulling people in front of me? ”

Han Fei immediately abandoned the stick, pedaled the wind, the knife was fast as lightning, and directly diagnosed the entanglement grass.

But even more unexpectedly, Han waved the fishing rod in the bow boy's hand, circled the boy directly, and pulled him back again.

At the moment of the teenager's return, only Han Fei's eyes seemed to have an extra layer of armor in addition to the spiritual body, which was actually woven by spiritual energy.

“Huh! Something. ”

Han Fei glanced back at the swordboy: “So you're the manipulator of the rumors? ”

Sword-held teenagers frowned, seemingly not expecting this fat guy to be so strong, but still stinking farts: “Huh, you're a little bit of an insider. ”

Han Fei: “Too bad you have no warriors, no hunters, not to mention gathering spirituals, why are you fighting me? ”

Han Fei left again, this time not to chase the bow boy, but behind the sword boy. Old Jiang said that the only people in a team who are the most terrible are the operators and the spiritualists. Once encountered, kill them first.

The sword-bearing teenager's face changed and the wrangling grass swept wildly toward South Korea. Unfortunately, before Han Fei Na's hands, which had almost become fictional, more wrangling grass was useless, and they were all torn to pieces.

The swordsman knew why he couldn't see the fat man in front of him. He manipulated the spiritual grass and wrapped himself around it. He actually circled back from the water to the bowsman.

Han Fei scratched his stomach: “Something! ”

Han Fei looked at the sky and said again: "Heavenly guy, if you don't come down again, I'm really going to kill you? I've given you the ultimatum twice. ”

“Crazy. ”

“Outrageous. ”

“Fatty, Hugh is arrogant. ”

“Fatty, you're only an intermediate fisherman, aren't you afraid you're exhausted now? Want to bluff? ”

Han Fei didn't mean to see the people above, and the whole thing broke out.

“Blast, blast, blast...”

Han Fei was really angry this time, he didn't want to expose too much before, but these teenagers were a little flexible, well deserved to be people from the town, although they were no match for themselves, but they didn't mess up the rules.

But when infinite spirituality erupted, everyone was foolish.

Can they catch one stick? How about two? Where are the three sticks?

When the first baton was taken, the spiritual armor and spiritual body of the two young men with the baton exploded directly.

When the second stick came, Han Fei ignored the flying arrow and directly smashed the two teenagers with sticks. One of the sticks was actually bent by Han Fei and his hands “rubbed” appeared to be broken.

On the third stick, Spiritual Grass tried to protect several people, but it couldn't stand a blast and broke directly. The sword-bearing teenager was smashed and his mouth sprayed with blood. Fortunately, the grass caught the railing before he fell into the sea.

Three sticks of time, several people seem to have bought some time for the boy with the bow. Only this young man with the bow pedal railing jumped sharply, and the three long arrows in his hand turned into three white lights to shoot at Korea and Africa.