God of Fishing

I don't know why, if Han Fei's previous urine was so weird, his first thought would be to escape.

But at this point, without knowing anything, he's thinking about looking at it.

Moreover, Han unconsciously clasped his fists, and a faint layer of golden light covered them. Invincibility, used unconsciously.

“Putong...”

In the moment of water, the first feeling in Korea and Africa was cold and a little hairy.

A few minutes ago, he just got out of the water, and he hasn't felt it yet. Just because an abandoned fishing boat came in, all of a sudden that changed?

Han Fei first looked under the abandoned fishing boat. As a result, what's more hairy than this? Han Fei felt like he was going to blow up.

In Han Fei's view, there was actually a man at the bottom of the abandoned fishing boat.

To be precise, it is not even human, it has become human dry, there are only two big black holes in both eyes, the body bones appear, there is no flesh at all.

“Who are you? ”

Don't wait for that person to answer, Han Fei's eyes already have information:

[Name] Ghost Transit Man

[Introduction] Corpses manipulated by unknown forces, copper-skinned steel bones, cannot be shaken under the fisherman. It belongs to the kind of immortal living spirit, but there is no half-point of wisdom, and it exists only as an underwater crossing.

[Level] None

[Quality] None

[Contains Spirituality] None

[Non-absorbable]

Han Fei's eyelids kept jumping, trying to calm himself down: the immortal spirit? Can't shake under a fisherman? But I'm afraid I'm fine.

At this time, Han Fei is no longer thinking about killing the ghost of the transferee, but the word transferee. Since it is the transferee, there must be an end and a destination, right?

Besides, isn't it because some place can't get through that's why we need to get this thing across?

Han Fei thought for a moment and jumped back out of the water.

Afterwards, Han Fei put away the Feng Shenzhen boat and jumped to the ghost boat.

“Squeak! ”

Han unquestionably wrinkled his eyebrows, stepped on the seagrass that he didn't know what it was, stepped up, immediately stepped out a slice of green oil, a sticky cloudy liquid.

This thing, it's seagrass, more like some kind of moss. Evil pots don't even bother to hint at this stuff.

Han Fei swept the boat, the cabin was damaged long ago, and the wood slanted down, covered with moss of this green oil.

The fish bay was also damaged long ago, as were the nearby boards. From the top, you can see the bottom, even the bottom of the boat is broken, and Han Fei can even see the two ribs of the crosser through the bottom of the boat.

“Damn, come and get it. ”

Abandoned fishing boats have begun to move beneath their feet, sailing steadily in the dark far away on this calm surface with only one throw away and undulate.

Han Fei has always stood on the bow, like a sculpture, with his hands between his waists, but when there is movement, he can pull the knife directly.

As such, it would take three hours to stand still. The fishing boat, though slow, traveled about 2,000 miles.

Han Fei speculated that this may already be close to the core of the abyss crack. Anyway, it is impossible to still wander 20,000 miles away, Han did not predict, it is now around 10,000 to 15,000 miles.

It's not just speculation. Crossing the waters of the hurricane is already within 20,000 miles of the abyss. According to the current, the surface cannot be so undulating if it is close to the waters of a hurricane.

“Grunting...”

Suddenly, Han Fei looked down at his stomach.

I don't know when, but Han Fei always felt something was wrong. When his stomach screamed, he suddenly found himself hungry.

Han Fei has not felt hunger for a long time. Because as long as you have the guts, no one actually feels hungry.

Don't look at yourself, this group of people opening small stoves in school every day, cooking every day, in fact, that's what the tongue is all about. I really don't want to eat, but I'm not hungry. Eat too much and you won't feel stuck. As long as the spirit moves, you can digest the food.

At this moment, however, Han is not psychic. He looked into the sky, and there was spiritual light scattered, and there was a lot of it. But why do you feel hungry if you have enough energy?

Han unwittingly thought about it, and then saw a little blue fish swimming above the sea.

“Pfft! ”

Han Fei also saw one leap out of the sea, probably only the size of one palm, all blue, and the fins were pretty like wrinkled petals. That belly rolling, like a pregnant woman, is surprising.

“What fish? ”

There was not a little bit of information in his eyes, which tightened Han's mind.

This little fish, at first glance, doesn't have a high grade. Han Fei even questioned whether they were capable of combat. Don't say it's the demon pot now, even if it was the former demon pot, there can't be a problem if you want to see its message...

But the fact is in front of me, this group of little blue fish swim happily through my eyes, and from time to time I look at myself with fish eyes.

Han Fei suddenly gave you faces, didn't he?

Immediately, he pulled out the fishing rod and threw it away.

But Han didn't think that it would be easy to catch them with hook kissing, flashing hook, or wire twisting.

However, as soon as the hooks fell, they turned directly into a blue light, scattered like streams of water, and the rods had no idea where to start.

Han Fei tried several times and directly hooked up to the blue light. As a result, every time he clearly felt that he had already hooked up, no fish actually hooked up.

“Huh! Interesting. Taste my magic trick. ”

Korea and Africa put away their fishing rods, and soon these little blue fish went from blue light to normal.

Han Fei threw the hook again, this time, the hook suddenly appeared on that little blue fish head, and they couldn't even turn into light.

Han Fei grinned: "Arrogant, Joseph, did you catch it for me? ”

However, Han Fei's smile had just risen, and the next second it was frozen, only to see the little blue fish “bang” on the hook explode.

Not a little bit of power, just simply blown up. That means, as if, even if I blow myself up, I won't let you do it.

A light blue, sticky thing, splashed on Han Fei. Han unquestionably put away the fishing rod and was not prepared to fish again.

As he was about to shake off these sticky things, he was suddenly surprised: "Huh! Fish seeds?”

Fish seeds are naturally fish eggs. Uncooked eggs are like grains of sand, round.

Just to stun Han, this fish belly, so many seeds?

Han Fei-chun was surprised, and once again exclaimed the wonder of a thousand worlds. These little blue fish, every belly rolling round, what exactly did they eat and grow up with?

Han Fei was just a little curious and did not intend to go into detail. After all, these little blue fish pose no threat to themselves.

Another hour later, Han Fei frowned again. He's getting hungry, and he feels the energy running out of him.

“Something's wrong. ”

Han Fei's expression slowly became more serious. Energy is running out, and it's been more than a day since I've entered the abyss fracture. In just over a day, the energy in your body is gone. Are you kidding me?

Han Fei did not immediately set up a large pot to eat, but instantly spirited. Cover yourself with spirituality and see if you're hungry again.

Indeed, a moment later, the corner of Han's mouth snapped up, and the Psychic Body was useful. In this time of spiritual gain, Han Fei did not feel hungrier again.

But here comes another question. A normal fisherman, how long does the spiritual gain last?

In fact, when Han Fei gradually grew up, he found that the energy required to consume the Psychic Gas Income actually increased as his boundaries and grades grew.

But this increase, not necessarily, is entirely manageable.

For example, the fisherman realm requires 50 points of spiritual energy to sustain a spiritual gain.

So, the fisherman realm needs to support the spiritual gain with 50 points, but the 50 spiritual points of the fisherman realm are actually a lot more practical and resilient than the fisherman realm, but they are just a lot stronger.

Even with the same 50-point spiritual gain, the effect is doubled, but that's not enough for a master of the same class to knock with a stick. So, when fighting people, spiritual gain is usually infused with spiritual energy based on the strength of the other party.

And Han did not calculate the lowest spiritual energy of 50 points per breath, one hour, at least a thousand interest. In that case, 50,000 points of spirituality are required for an hour.

Han Fei had to take a breath: even if he was a common psychic, he couldn't hold out! If it wasn't for the Spiritualist, how long would it last?