God of Fishing

“Don't squeeze, line up, line up! ”

The musician shouted out loudly at the fat on his face: "Line up, pay the assessment fee first, 10 Chinese pearls can participate in the assessment. ”

Parents scream, "Little brother, is that expensive? My son is talented. Can you not pay him? ”

Musicians shouted, “You can not pay, you can not pay exam fees beyond the realm of big fishermen. Below the big fishermen, unless you are truly evil, you have to pay... and let me add, below the fishermen basically have no hope of entering my mob academy. ”

The musicians said it out loud, and many people changed colors.

In the crowd, there was a teenager wondering, “Dad, why did you come to College 4? Can't we go to College 1? ”

The teenager's father was angry: “Shut up and go to the fourth college, who goes to the other three colleges, don't talk nonsense. ”

Some people are really poor, and the kids are not evil, and their strength doesn't break through the fisherman, so they choose to leave, but most people choose to stay, anyway, 10 medium pearls counts as a ball compared to the future.

Old Bai's interest in money far exceeded his assessment. At this moment, he sat alone in front of the college, with a long table and a big basket beside him, and was only responsible for collecting money.

And all those who came to admire him gave him to the lonely old man who thought he was just a doorman.

In addition to the musicians standing in front of the door shouting, Han Fei, Zhang Xuanyu and all four of them sat in an empty space at the door, the chairs lined up, and there was a sign next to them that said, "Gathering spiritualist, warrior, hunter, manipulator, and soldier division."

Of course, because of the scarcity of manpower, the soldier's musician and school propagandist was standing at the door shouting, his chair was empty.

Someone paid the money and stood in front of Han Fei and others with a frightened face.

Musician: “Hey! All right, listen up. Five major professions, pick any one, if you can survive 5 interest rates in the same situation, you are eligible to enter my mob academy. Our five examiners are absolutely fair and impartial. They'll never let the water out. Understand? ”

”The first candidate walked over and saw the young man staring at Han Fei and the others. 'My name is...

Before he finished, Lo Xiaobai said: "We don't need you to say your name and delay the time. When you become a member of the Mob Academy, report your name. ”

The teenager was stunned and his heart pounded, picking up the stick: “I challenge the spiritualist. ”

Zhang Xuanyu had no surprise at all. It was too normal. Everyone thought that the Gathering Spiritualist was a protected object in the battlefield. The fighting ability was terrible. The idea of jumping on the Gathering Spiritualist was fine.

But the question is, have they forgotten where they are? This is a mob college. Can Han Fei be the average spirit congregator even if he pushes the boundary down?

The musician shouted directly: "Everybody shut down and prepare for the next one… Remember, if you can hold on for 5 breaths, even pass the test. ”

Han Fei got up, suppressed the boundary to the ninth level fisherman, and picked up a regular fine iron stick: “Come on! ”

The teenager took a deep breath. When he came, his father gave him information about five Korean-African fishermen. He gambled that the strength of the Korean-African class IX fishermen was not strong enough.

“Ah!”

The teenager screamed and the spirit erupted on the fine iron stick.

Han Fei, however, held the stick at random, his body slightly on one side, slapped laterally, listened only to the "when” sound, and the teenager flew directly out of the school door.

Han Fei, by the way, said: "Don't try to be psychic as soon as you get up here. If anyone here is psychic, you can't be psychic! ”

The musicians shouted, “Next. ”

But the people in the queue are dead, and this is a fucking defeat? A trick?

Han Fei didn't even bother to say that when I was a fucking Class 9 fisherman, I could fight Li and blow me up? What's wrong?

Then, before Han Fei could walk back, a girl came in and shouted, “I also challenge the Rendezvous Master. ”

After the girl pulled out two daggers, Han Fei grinned: "Junior fisherman, hunter? Come on!”

At the moment when the girl disappeared, Han was on the slightest side of his body, but he didn't even use a stick. He punched her straight out and saw the girl's petite figure being smashed from the air and landed outside the door.

Musician: “Next. ”

“Wait a minute! ”

The girl was disobedient and climbed up from the ground and said, "If you're just a regular junior fisherman, how could you find me? ”

“Yeah! This girl is a hunter. ”

“Yeah, is the examiner really okay? ”

In the crowd, people began to wonder, and the discourse sounded.

Han Fei grinned: “The wind, the half-hanged hunter, the man hasn't arrived, the wind has come first, so is this a hunter? Next.”

Han Fei doesn't have half a pity for Xiangxiaoyu. This is an assessment. He hasn't cheated on a junior fisherman yet.

The musicians were furious: "Don't doubt our examiners, you alone are not worth our examiners cheating on. You are too weak. If in doubt, you can leave, next..."

This time no one ordered Han Fei, a Qingxiu teenager said: “I have chosen the soldier A division. ”

The musician went straight to the room: "I am the soldier's armor division, come on! ”

The musician pulled a knife out of the armored box, but the Qingxiu teenager suddenly ran around the musician, fast.

The musician laughed furiously, raised his knife, turned around a time, the knife flew around, listened only to the "dinging” sound, the teenager took six or seven steps backwards, did not wait for him to react, a knife appeared in front of him.

The musician said, "What do you think? You really think the Armored Division can bully you just because you're slow? I'm slow, but my knife is fast! ”

One, two...

Don't say 5 interest time, there's not even enough time to last 2.

Someone challenged Lo Xiaobai, which was more straightforward, and the vine flew away, and she didn't even have to lift her ass.

Someone complacent is a soldier's division, challenging Xia Xiao Cicada, whose shield has not yet been pulled out, Xia Xiao Cicada has put a dagger around his neck.

On the contrary, Zhang Xuanyu is a warrior himself. Of all the people's impressions, he is the best fighter and the least challenger.

The assessment took place for almost one hour, except for one who survived three breaths under the musician maniac, the rest was basically just one move.

Seeing this scene, a lot of people were desperate and walking away. What more than, can a man fucking compete?

The musicians screamed mute and ran straight back to their seats, pulling up Han Fei: "Go to you! I can't scream anymore. Pull me some dried fish. I'm hungry. ”

Han Fei: “…”

Han Fei took out a dry fish and handed it to the musicians, and then kicked Zhang Xuanyu with one leg: “As easy as you are, you're almost asleep, you scream. ”

Zhang Xuanyu is speechless, but you will make people call. Aren't you tired of standing there?

However, Zhang Xuanyu was really bored, so he got up and walked down the aisle door: “As I said, it's best not to challenge the non-fisherman world. Those who can enter the Mob Academy are all those who can challenge beyond their ranks. If you can kill a junior fisherman with a 9th level fisherman, then welcome to the challenge. If you can't, pack up and go back! ”

At this time, only a young man in Chinese clothes came out of the crowd, carrying a stick: “I challenge the warrior! ”

Zhang Xuanyu suddenly shocked his spirit. Has anyone finally challenged me? Zhang Xuanyu laughed. “Come on! ”

Seeing the boy move under his feet, the stick in his hand turned into dozens of shadows of sticks and went straight towards Zhang Xuanyu.

“Yo! It's kind of funny, but the flaws are so obvious that the spirit can't be balanced, you can see them at a fake glance. ”

Zhang Xuanyu swept open the real stick in the shadow of the stick, and swept one stick toward the Chinese suit teenager, but the teenager suddenly leaned back and pulled out two daggers from behind him, and struck like lightning.

“Oh, waves! ”

Zhang Xuanyu struck out with a stick. Behind him, it was as if a wave had tumbled. All he heard was a "bang” and flew out.

Zhang Xuanyu threw down the stick and walked to the door: “The fighting skills are good and the spirit control is insufficient. Warriors, hunters, but not proficient, too slow... next. ”

At this point, there are people in the team who are speechless, dual-career geniuses, who brush when they say they brush?

“Well, old man, can I get my money back? ”

The old man whitened and said, “What do you think? Have you ever seen the money returned? ”

“Er...”

Another hour later.

Hot dragon-like teams are gone, there are less than 100 people left, which is probably the fastest school to enroll students in history, and countless people scold when they leave: “What school just doesn't want to enroll. ”

At this time, in front of the White Old Man table, a teenager branched out: “Grandpa, I only have a medium pearl, but can I test it? ”