God of Fishing

On the calm surface of the sea, thousands of fishing boats are scattered, noisy and crowded.

Zhou Kai hey hey smile: “Finally here we are. Even peak fishermen dare not make a move when they get here. ”

Wang Qingyue nodded: “This is an unwritten rule. Once here, peak fishermen will be attacked by a crowd when they strike at middle-aged and advanced fishermen. ”

Han Felan. This so-called unwritten rule should be spontaneously developed by middle- and high-end fishermen to prevent being hunted. The so-called people are powerful and the peak fishermen are helpless.

“Come to a soldier's division in the advanced fishermen's realm, and come quickly if you want. ”

“Four is missing, come to a senior fisherman's gatherer, and the intermediate level will not come. ”

“Three missing two, come a senior fisherman operator and hunter, led by the Peak Fisherman Gathering Spiritualist. ”

“All Peak Fishermen, come a Soul Warrior, speed. ”

“Intelligence, the latest information on Korean Africa and Xia Xiao Xiao, children are not cheating, big yellow fish prices, can't afford to lose money, can't afford to buy. ”

Han Fei's face: Is it really fun here? These people aren't afraid to eat black? Looking for someone so casual?

Before Han Fei thought about the reason, he heard Zhao Wu shouting: “Four is missing, come to a senior fisherman's gathering spiritualist. If not, I'll yell again later. ”

Less than a minute after Zhao Wu shouted, a fishing boat drove over. The bow, a gatherer from the advanced fisherman realm, looks here and then at South Africa: "Why is the Sorcerer an intermediate fisherman? ”

Han Fei carried the embroidered needle over his shoulder: "Because the average senior fisherman level warrior is not my opponent! ”

The man looked at the boat a few times and immediately took off the boat. He didn't seem to believe what Han Fei had said.

Han Fei: “…”

Wang Qingyue: “You have to show them what you are capable of. ”

Zhao Wu: “Brother Li, why don't you go to war? ”

Han is not confused: "War? ”

Zhou Kai: “Have you not begged for war? ”

Wang Qingyue's eyebrows were all wrinkled. I just thought that Li Yiyi was a warrior. How could he not have fought?

Where does Han Fei know what a war fight is? But by now, we've reached a crowd density, but never show the filling.

Only Han Fei snorted: “Master, I killed in secret, I don't understand the rules of you people. Explore a mystery. Just Rory. Shut up. Tell me, what is war? ”

Zhou Kai will be suspicious. Ultimately, the three exchanged a look, Zhao Wu laughed: “It is to greet the next battle topic, designate a strong person who challenges a level, the same profession or even a different profession. Now that your mid-level fisherman is not recognized, you need to challenge an advanced fisherman to show them what you can do. ”

Han Fei glanced at the eyes of the three of them and seemed to have to fight. Otherwise, one should be questioned for this purpose. If you want to, most people who often mix tier three fishery should know the rules, but not by themselves.

Han Fei was seen carrying an embroidered needle and jumped to the water, then raised his head and shouted: “Little Master Li Qianyi, battle here. In the presence, there is one that counts as an advanced level of fisherman, none of whom can fight...”

“ ”

“Hmm?”

“Where's the stupid hat? ”

“Mid-level fisherman? He's going to cross the line? ”

“Is this guy crazy? ”

Zhao Wu and the three of us looked directly at each other. He just made you beg for a war. He didn't make you so provocative! Look, what have you done? In a word, offend all the high-end fishermen here.

However, Han Fei suddenly did not realize that he was carrying a rusty stick, his eyes glared at him, and he looked like he was in arrears.

“Hey, kid, you're an intermediate fisherman, where to come from, where to go! We were afraid to beat the shit out of you. ”

“Hey, fish boy, why don't you go to heaven? ”

“Whoever you are, you better find a middle-level fisherman to fight for! Advanced fishermen fight you, they win. ”

“Ha-ha-ha...”

“ …… ”

One time, the noise around the scene, the laughter, the laughter, the constant ears.

Han Fei also held his head high: "Not even one dared to fight? A bunch of high-ranking fishermen don't even dare to fight. Go back to the normal fishing grounds and catch fish and touch shrimp! ”

Han Fei's voice just fell and saw a teenager jump out, also a warrior, with a double knife. At this moment, the teenager is looking at Han Fei with a smile: "I will fight you! ”

Han Fei replied with a smile: "Yes! ”

However, when the teenager jumped out, a lot of senior fishermen yelled at idiots.

Someone whispered, "How fucking stupid is that? An intermediate fisherman fighting an advanced fisherman with no capital to shout? Where'd you get that? Still jumping out? ”

"It's not necessarily a loss, but if you win, it won't be easy. Instead, it's a gift to Li Yiliwei. ”

Han Fei smiled and held the stick: “Come on, shall we let you do three or two tricks? ”

The teenager hummed: "You will know the insurmountable gap between intermediate and advanced. ”

In other words, the teenager left the knife and drew a double knife. He was also quite involved in mental control.

Four knives, chopped open the waves, swept through the delicate water beads, and jumped towards the South Korean side.

Han Fei still carried the stick and looked at it with a smile. The corner of his mouth was still high. “Hey, didn't the soul beast summon up? ”

“Huh!”

Just as the four knives were close, suddenly from above the boy's head, another knife hit the Korean-African doorstep in a more rapid position.

“Hey, unicorn shark! ”

Someone recognized it. At the glance of the shock, they recognized that it was the exclusive blow of a unicorn shark. Turns out the teenager's four knives were just a disguise, and he was truly powerful with a one-sided blow.

But Han Fei inevitably stepped on his foot, the surface of the water recessed into a large pit, the embroidered needle in his hand did not have a fancy whistle, and directly smashed out with the simplest spiritual explosion.

“Just psychic? ”

Behind him, Zhao Wu three people were speechless: this Han Fei, is it too fucking big?

“Boom...”

“Boom Boom" was heard, the water blew up, and a stick as thick as two or three meters was carried on the shoulder by Han Fei.

And the teenager was directly hit by a pole... uh... a stick, underwater.

Han Fei slowly changed the embroidered needle back. Although he couldn't refine the stick, some of the foundations' ability to get bigger and smaller was fine.

The teenager would never have thought that Han Fei would be that heavy. Anyway, at that moment, he felt like a mountain was coming towards him. There are dozens of different tactics left on your own, but they are simply impossible to carry out. After all, I can't even hold onto it.

In the distance, some peak fishermen were slightly surprised: “The power of good hegemony. ”

“That's a lot of strength. ”

“Strong body. ”

“Looks like it's a pride too! ”

When the teenager reappeared from the bottom of the ocean, his face was pale, his hands were clamped, and he looked at Han Fei badly: "You are not an intermediate fisherman. ”

Han Fei laughed: “I am! But I'm not a warrior, I'm a warrior of strength. Hit you, that's a stick thing. ”

The teenager's face was blue and red for a while, and this time it was embarrassing. I can't even handle a casual blow from an intermediate fisherman! What other face?

Zhao Wu looked at each other and was overjoyed. I had no idea you were such a good warrior on the road! Of all the exercises, only the body is the hardest to repair! And Han is not really the type who specializes in physical fitness. It's a miracle that someone like that can fix an intermediate fisherman.

Among others, Zhao Wu hastily greeted: “Four is missing, and there is still a senior fisherman gatherer, who will come? ”

“I'll do it! ”

A Gathering Spiritualist came to acknowledge the strength of Korea and Africa.

And the spirit master who had despised Han Fei just now, he didn't move, and said that he was embarrassed to go back.

“Hey, I'm one step away from the peak, I'm on your team. ”

“Why are you one step away? You're two levels short, I'm one step short. ”

At one point, Han Fei's team became fragrant. There are only two intelligent men in battle, one a warrior soul division and one a soldier armor division, who can really resist the battle.

Han Fengfu is strong like this, it doesn't sound good to say that few of the advanced fishermen present will be able to surpass him. It is precisely for this reason that many spiritualists have expressed their approval and voted.