God of Fishing

South Africa appeared in the refined heavens and earth, subconsciously patting the chest. These are a bunch of diver souls, and, a thousand of them. But if you slow down a little, you'll be torn apart by a knife.

Han Fei's ass is sitting on the floor.

Obviously, the power of the fisherman is not enough to support his passage through this silent cemetery...

Can you hold it? Han Fei is still a little self-aware. If you go with one or two of those bars alone, it'll probably work. Thousands? There is no second way but to run.

Moreover, Han Fei discovered the most critical point: to walk in a solitary cemetery, the speed is extremely high. At this rate, this rhythm of battle, don't say stay here for three days... stay for three hours, don't know if it works?

Han Fei glanced at the bones. Take a breath or break through the divers first.

Anyway, at this pace, catch the wings very quickly or go outside the silent cemetery. Either way, even if you break through the fisherman, you have absolutely enough time.

Think clearly, Han did not sit on his knees immediately.

“Break!”

“Buzz!”

Spirit Springs rolled, massive amount of spirituality, wildly poured into the body of Korea and Africa.

I wonder if it's because of the roots of the fisherman's world that it's too strong? Han Fei's breakthrough was extremely smooth. That mad influx of spirituality, though becoming extremely viscous, has no sense of obscurity in its own mutated meridian.

It took only half an hour, and Han was not inevitable, feeling the six-sensitive hole. In invisibility, it seemed like an unknown force, drilling into its own body.

At that moment, Han Fei felt his power surge. In the body, sticky impurities are being expelled and the mind is unusually clear.

Also at that moment, Han Fei seemed to see a path, just blurred, as if it were an illusion.

However, Han has some insight. Scuba divers, it seems, are looking for a way to open a path. This way, I don't know if it's my way.

But Han Fei felt like he was in the middle of something, but he didn't fully understand it.

Breakthroughs, as always, continue downwards.

The spiritual energy is not broken, one wave after another.

Half an hour later, the spiritual perfusion finally stopped.

Han Fei opened his eyes, opened his mouth, a breath of turbidity, and was thrown out of the body.

“Is this the power of the diver? ”

Han Fei stood up and silently felt the current state. In terms of power alone, he feels he has grown by as much as fifty percent.

At this moment, Han didn't know why he remembered Master Wang's big blue door? From now on, it seems that carrying that big blue door again doesn't even mean anything.

“Hiss! So exaggerated? Absolutely over 2 million kilos. No, no, carrying Daqing Gate is no longer a problem...”

Han Fei discovered shockingly: turns out, breaking through the fisherman, will increase the power so much? He now doubted, even once, that his power was likely to have doubled directly.

What concept is that? One punch out. Nearly 1,000 tons?

Han Fei hastily looked at his message.

Master: Han Fei

Level: 51 (junior diver)

Psychic Qi: 5062236 (23886)

Mental Strength: 30013001

Perception: 29999 m

Spiritual vein: Grade 7 inferior

Talented Soul Beast: Twin Yin Yang Swallow Fish [Lv45]

Major: "Sky Fishing Technique", 5th Floor, "Divine Control Technique" [Superior Artifact]

……

“Hiss!”

Han Fei stunned and rubbed his eyes amazingly. The spiritual energy cap has risen to almost 4000 points?

That number, he had no idea. If you look at your rank, you can reach level 51. In other words, I have solidified the level 50 boundary and moved up a level.

And just a little bit more, so much more spiritual energy?

“Goo doo! ”

Han Fei deeply swallowed his mouth and spit: “No wonder he said that after the fisherman, he climbed day after day! If that were the case, it wouldn't be too exaggerated to have so much power. This is a small step up, catching up with the jungle of the fisherman era! ”

Han is not happy. However, he was not overwhelmed by surprises. In the toilet, he pulled out 27 second-degree crystals. Though not many in number, at best, it can improve mental strength and perception a little.

Half-pillar scent later, when Han Fei's mental strength rose to 3168, and the perceptual range rose 31999 meters, it stagnated.

Hence, Han Fei's second level soul crystal, all used up, none left. It made him shush: I'm really poor!

Han Fei has more important things to do now than hunting the Windy Wings.

In his mind, a map of the Secrets of the Soul Sea emerged, trying to re-enter the Soul Sea.

After hundreds of interest.

“Hey, can't you get in? ”

“Really? Are you kidding me? Didn't you say that when you make a big breakthrough, you can go into the sea of souls? Isn't it a big breakthrough that I broke through the realm of divers? ”

“No, try again. ”

After another hundred breaths.

Han Feiyu sighed a long time. Surely, as Old Shu Shan said, it is also a coincidence!

The sea of souls couldn't get in. Han Fei then looked at the white bones.

He noticed before. In an extinct cemetery, everything can erode, and the demigods are no exception. Why does this white bone survive?

If the white bone is not eroded, can you walk in the solitary cemetery if you use this white bone as a material to refine a white bone coat?

Immediately, Han Fei summoned the demon pot.

He threw dozens of white bones directly into the magic pot and conceived the look of a suit in his head.

As a result, before he could figure it out, the white crystal with the big thumb flew out after a large amount of spiritual energy was consumed.

However, a message appeared in Han's eyes.

[Name] Wind Elite

[Introduction] With the bones of the wind and the wings, the quenched crystalline material full of silent wind is one of the materials that can refine the Divine Soldier.

“Hmm? A material? ”

Han Fei had no choice but to say: dozens of bones, just to cultivate this much?

However, when Han Fei saw the essence of the wind and could actually refine the Divine Soldier, he took a deep breath and shouted: “Divine Soldier Materials? ”

Han Fei had to recall that it was almost full of bones of the whole silent cemetery, and his mind suddenly became secretly agitated.

“What's so rare about samurai material? Who would have thought that in this silent cemetery, everywhere? ”

Han Fei couldn't help but shush.

If he expects well, someone should have guessed the white bones and forged a suit to resist the silent wind.

However, Han was almost certain that they could not succeed. It took me dozens of bones to refine this. To refine an adult fist-sized breeze, I'm afraid it would take at least hundreds or even thousands of bones.

Who would have thought that the finest materials were so rare?

However, what Han does not need to do is to see how much guts it takes to refine them, not immediately and frantically.

This time, Han Fei is prepared to refine it with his reserves of spiritual energy.

This time, Han Fei suddenly lost 100 bones in a demon pot.

Around 50 breaths, a crystal rock that was just slightly bigger than the essence of the wind flew out. Han Fei looked at his reserves of spirituality and frowned slightly.

“It consumed over 440,000 points, compared to the bravery of a superb spirit machine! ”

However, Han is not panicking at all.

This time, they made a lot of money catching the wings for Cao Ball. Otherwise, first refine the wind of his two fists.

A moment later, more than 8 million spirits were consumed, and the wind of two fist sizes appeared purely in front of them.

Han Fei's face suddenly sank.

That's not even enough to refine a Divine Soldier suit! With this level of refinement, it would take at least 80 million spirits, perhaps enough material for a suit?

Immediately, Han Fei moved, his golden suit appeared, and he bit his teeth: “Refining. ”

It took another 8 million spirits to refine the wind of two fists. Han Fei caught a glimpse of it, it's already quite enough, it should be able to fit into the golden suit.

After all, this is a suit, not a armor. It's not as wasteful as Cao's balls.

Disconnected from the golden suit, Han Fei threw the golden suit and four fists big, two small thumbs big wind of the essence into the magic pot.

A moment later, it consumed more than 8 million points of spiritual energy, which led to the 150 million spiritual gas reserves that it had just soared to become 110 million.

Of course, it is gratifying that a brand new suit appeared in front of Han Fei.

The golden colour faded away and replaced it with a blue colour with a slight yellow colour. A full suit includes shoes, half-armed trousers and mesh upper body armor, open door trench coat openings, golden buckles at cuffs and belts, elevated collar and modern features.

In the eyes, information emerges.

[Name] Wind Feather Jacket

[Introduction] Made of gold jacket and wind only melted, it weighs 10,000 kg, is extremely flexible, and has strong defense. It is about 50% stronger than the ordinary inferior Divine Warrior jacket for wind-like environments, without obvious defects.

[Quality] Bad Divine Soldier

[Soul] None

[Can be recast]

[Unrefined]

Note: Due to the limited forged materials, it is possible to cast up to the lower end of the uniform.

Han Fei grinned: Worth it, worth it! Poor soldier, well worth it.

Divine soldiers and demigods, though only half a word short. Qualitatively, however, must not be the same day. Now, the wind feather is not yet sealed. When you're out there, it's best to catch another living spirit to support your soul.

In this way, it may be that Wind Feather can become a Medium Class Divine Soldier.

Now, of course, the first thing is to refine the wind feathers. Han Fei doesn't dare to recognize the Lord. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll be sucked 90% of the time.

In the beginning, when forcibly refining the sorrows of snow, if not consuming large reserves, it could continue to make blood, and ten of them sucked themselves dry.

“Boo-hoo! ”

Han Fei sliced his palm into a mouth and pressed it against the wind feather coat. At one time, the blood in Han Fei's body swelled and rallied into the palm of his hand.

It's only 20 breaths, and once it's all blood, it's gone.

After 50 breaths, 30% of the blood is gone.

After a hundred breaths, 50% of the blood is gone.

Han Fei swallowed spiritual fruit in his mouth after 50 breaths. At the same time, he lost a healing technique.

“Buzz!”

After taking 50% of the blood, the blood in the body finally stopped flowing. As Han Fei read his mind, the wind feather coat was put on his body.

“Hey, hey! Fit!”