God of Fishing

After dinner, only Xia Xiao Xiao went to sleep alone in her tree house. In her words, sleep is also a practice, much more comfortable than in a cave.

In one sentence, elicit the approval of several others for a minute. So, with the exception of Han Fei, several other people climbed into the tree house and said they were going to meditate on the images.

Han Fei doesn't feel much about the tree house now, he went into the cave alone. His spiritual perception is big enough for now. So what he needs to do now is not this!

Han Fei pulled out the wood spirits and lit up the dark caves.

“It doesn't smell fragrant, but it glows. Eat it first. ”

It's not the first time I've eaten spiritual fruit. Han Fei eats peaches and swallows them with a few bites.

Spiritual Qi is scattered across all limbs, and those that are not absorbed by the body, all become stored spiritual Qi. Mainly because Han Fei felt the top of his head cool and hidden, he felt his mind quicker. He feels like he's never been sober before and thinking so fast! This feeling lasted for more than an hour before it slowly dissipated.

When Han Fei opened his eyes again, he just felt that his vision was incredibly clear and his hearing and smell were improving. This feeling is subtle, all five senses are reinforced and definitely helpful in the fight. He also tried to communicate with the wild grass outside the cave, unfortunately it didn't work at all. It was implicit in his mind that this should be a talent problem, that he was not an operator and that it was normal not to feel it. After all, the affinity of Ling Sik, this kind of subtle thing, also varies from person to person.

The remaining round nucleus, however, is slightly cooler. Han Fei thought about it and threw it out with blood spider silk and hung it around his neck. This thing will keep you calm or worn well for a long time.

Of course, eating spiritual fruit does not help Han Fei substantially. After all, he has reached the strength of an intermediate major fisherman and is no longer a fisherman.

“Want to build a fishing rod? ”

Han Fei just wanted to take out the faucet, but to recap, the material is there, but the fish line is missing!

At this moment, Han Fei remembered the python of the Ghost Python. That thing's supposed to be a fish line, right? It's just a python, but how about that? That's better than blood spider silk!

In this way, Han Fei decided to bring the snake muscle from the sniffer's side in a few days.

After finishing sorting out his thoughts, South Africa began to hammer the 108-Way Spirit Warrior.

This exercise is one day and one night.

Smell the feathers outside shouting: "Han Fei, come out and cook. ”

Han Fei is so shy, I'm practicing!

Smell the feathers: “After doing this, come out and cook. Others are closed, you're not. ”

A moment later, Han Fei stepped out and looked grudgingly at the sniffer feather: “Teacher, is it not good to interrupt someone else's practice? ”

Smell Yu smile softly: "Do you practice? You repeatedly hammer the flesh, you can stop whenever you want, they can't. He said he would punish you for cooking for a month. ”

Han is not speechless: "Teacher! Then I want to break through too! ”

Smell the feathers, huh? “Didn't you just break through a while ago? Why are we breaking through again? ”

Han Fei glanced at her: “Teacher, I've been breaking through for over a month. It's been a long time. Breaking through. Isn't that normal? ”

Smell wings squint: “More than a month, from a mid-level big fisherman to a senior big fisherman? ”

Han Fei Lian shook hands: “Okay! Cook! Then do it! Hey, by the way, Teacher, can I have that python of yours? ”

“Hmm? You need it? ”

Han Fei: “This rod is too poor quality! I want a good quality one. ”

“Even so, the python muscle of the Ghost Python is OK, I can give it to you. ”

When it comes to business, the smell of human feathers naturally does not refuse. After all, this python muscle didn't do much for her.

Think, smell the feathers: “Snake muscle can give you, but snake gall I'm going to give it to Cicada. That thing doesn't work for you. Also, a unicorn forges a soldier's blade for a musician, all right? ”

“Of course not. What do I have to say? ”

Han doesn't care. How dare a snake work? Can a unicorn be better than a Binhai dragon bone?

After dinner, Han Fei went to the school library.

It's not just the spiritual position of former students in the library, it's also on the outside. There are also works there, and of course more useful are some classics. He needs to find a book of knowledge about psychic appliances.

After picking three or four copies, Han Fei ran back to the cave. Instead of rushing to practice, we studied the knowledge of the apparatus.

“Huh! There is a spirit in the spiritual apparatus, you need to seal the spirits in the spiritual apparatus? No wonder, no wonder my Bihai dragon knife is just so sharp, but not spiritual... it has no seal on it. ”

“Oh, does the apparatus need to be nourished often with its own spiritual energy or sperm blood? ”

Han is not speechless, if he builds 10,000 apparatuses himself. It's not enough to drain your own blood with a drop of blood on each one!

“Just nourish the spirit, nourish it! Throw it all in the refining heavens and earth. There are still many Spirit Springs anyway. ”

After looking at these, Han Fei discovered why the Bihai Dragon Knife is the inferior psychic device. Looks like you have a long way to go in the spirit apparatus. When you can build 10,000 apparatuses, seal them all, and nourish them with spiritual energy for a few more years, I'm afraid you'll be powerful enough to imagine.

After watching all this, Han Fei doesn't care about spiritual energy anymore. Now you can control up to 10 units with your own training, and you still have 40 units in stock. It's too early to think about the Spirit.

However, it was a fishing rod. Han Fei carefully sealed the cave and engraved the words: Today, Ling Xi is like a spring, closed for three days, do not disturb.

I don't care how Han Fei reacts when he sees this line of words, Han Fei pulls out the magic pot in the cave.

“Hey, Binhai Dragon Rod, sounds overwhelming. ”

Han Fei asked the demon pot to suck in the faucet, then threw in the snake muscle. Turn around and think about it. Would it freeze your hand if you held it in Bihai's hand?

“Throw in some firecracker? ”

Han Fei dug hundreds of firecrackers while in Firecloud Cave. Want to use the strongest fire crystal? That is too hot, if it completely suppresses the character of the Bihai Travel Dragon Bone, it will have to be compensated. Instead, the fire crystals embedded in the walls are not powerful enough to put more, and should not cause problems.

Thinking back, Han Fei looked down at the woody fruit nucleus hanging from his chest and said, "I practiced directly to break the spirit!" This thing doesn't seem to work. It's the rod that carries it every day. Throw it in too?

Just do it, Han Fei wants to do it once big. Either don't refine, or refine a handful. Imagine: there is a psychic fishing rod, jumping straight from the superior level of Fabo, can you get enough?

“Smelting. ”

Han Fei's calm mind looked at the refined heavens and earth and saw only the spiritual springs in the refined heavens and earth that had been submerged by the Spirit Springs that morning. It fell directly by a small section, at least 3 cm deep.

Han Fei took a slight breath. Dude, this counts as three cubic springs missing! How much spirituality does that take? Just to build a psychic device, I couldn't even think about it before.

After a dozen minutes, a fishing rod appeared between the blue, white and purple shades of the body.

[Name] Bihai Dragon Rod

Introduction It is forged from Bihai Tour Dragon Bone with Fire Yuanjing, Ghost Python Muscle, and Wood Spirit Fruit Nucleus. The rod body is cold. When fishing, it can keep the fisherman calm and calm. The following strange species of creatures cannot be distinguished.

[Quality] Chinese spiritual appliance

[Soul] None

[Can be recast]

[Unrefined]

Note: Due to the limited forged materials, it consumes a lot of spiritual energy and barely casts into a Chinese spirit appliance.

Han Fei was very satisfied and immediately dripped a drop of blood on the fishing rod and began refining. In a moment, the rod was taken into the body. I don't know where it went, but it's a lot easier than carrying a fishing rod.

Han didn't want to end up thinking about whether he could forge another bow? After all, the War Soul Act is another of his cards. However, as soon as the idea flashed, it was put on hold. Bow strings are missing! Looks like I need to find a chance to go to Linglong Tower to see if there are any good bowstrings...