God of Fishing

In the mist of Nine Tones, Cao Jia is walking forward step by step, with no expression on his face.

For the children of the great families, they know more or less the secrets of the charts. After all, there were countless ancestors who defeated to compete for the map.

They don't know much about the five legends. Because this is a test that everyone seems to take for granted, if you can't even pass this test, what kind of nine-tone mist is there?

This is not, Cao Jia people who have just been to five places, have come to the Mist of Nine Tones.

The Voice of Seven Loves, for her, is actually not much of a problem.

Since childhood, Cao Jia has had a cold personality, similar to Luo Xiaobai, and is an absolutely rational person.

She is not like Cao Tian.

Cao Tian is strong inside, but very emotional, for example, towards Cao Ball. Cao Jia is really not afraid of the sound of Seven Loves. If she were to meet the eighth voice, the girl would probably choose to accept too much love.

However, just as she easily crossed the sound of the Seven Loves, she suddenly found herself in a different position, reaching deep into an empty valley in the chart.

And in front of her is a rival to the chart.

Cao Jia looked lightly at Han Fei: "Fantasy? ”

Han Fei himself is a little confused. He just felt that the scattered and swaying stars didn't seem to match the gossip star map. That's why he chose to try it.

As a result, the fisherman himself appeared in the valley.

And across the street, the woman he didn't like - Cao Jia.

Han Fei mumbled: “I see. The so-called gossip star, the shifting shift, was meant to get me lucky. It seems that in order to take control of the heavens and the earth, one must also have the luck of others. ”

Hearing Cao Jia ask, Han Fei's mouth snapped up: “Aren't you going to break into the illusion? Come on, beat me, you can walk through the nine-tone mist. ”

Cao Jiayuan frowned slightly: “Not an illusion? ”

After establishing this fact, Cao Jia's waist flute flew automatically to his mouth.

“Woo hoo!”

Weird melody, sounding all over this empty valley. If there is a cry, there is a ghost roar, and there is a strange sound coming from the depths of the Nine Ghosts.

The image in front of Han Fei changed, and the entire empty valley space seemed to be distorted. One after the other, strange things like undead creatures appear, pounding on themselves in the void.

“Hooray! ”

Phantom Glass Wings have unfolded.

Han Fei was slightly shaped and smiled coldly: "Jiu Yan is still too good to do anything about me. With your illusion? ”

“Boo-hoo! ”

Han Fei was bathed in a layer of golden light. A pair of spiritual hands shot across the sky, the demon monster in front of this glittering golden light, scattered.

And this weird environment, it was torn apart directly by the big hand in the void.

Next scene, Han Fei saw Cao Jia's mouth spilled blood, but his expression did not change.

Cao Jia stared indifferently at Han Fei: "Are you on the path of the strong? ”

Han Fei hey hey smile: "Did you find out? But now that you've done it, it's my turn. ”

“Brush!”

At the moment Han Fei flashed out, he thought, "This woman is not simple, it's better to just kill her." Otherwise, even in the future, I'm afraid it's a hassle.

“Boom, boom...”

However, Han was stunned by the fact that Cao Jia, who had always looked particularly immortal, actually pinched his fist stamp at this moment. That horrible force actually fights with Cao Tian.

Just that Han Fei doesn't fear fist prints?

Han Fei was just surprised: Cao Jia is a deeply hidden warrior! I'm afraid nobody would have thought of that, would they?

The invincible fistprints burst out.

In a flash, hundreds of fistprints, bombardment in the void. The rocks crumbled and shook.

Though Cao family fistprints seem strong, the invincible fistprints are still weak by three points. This is not determined by the hierarchy of the Gong Dynasty, but by the different paths taken by different people.

After ten cents.

Two figures, moving fast, flashing straight from the bottom of the valley to the top of the mountain.

“Buzz!”

Han Fei comprehensively suppressed, trying to slap Cao Jia, but saw Cao Jia suddenly pinched a seal in his hand.

This stamp, which Han Fei has seen, is a great stamp of the Divine Soldier and is of a high grade.

At this moment, the printing is all over the sky.

In Han Fei's eyes, the remaining punch is the lock. Hundred-meter fist prints seem to blow up the whole valley.

“Is that the final card? ”

“Shh!”

The sadness of snow appeared in the hands of Korea and Africa.

In the face of this fine or extreme category of Divine Soldiers, Dinghai Xuebao, even if Han is not invincible, is still lacking in pure strength.

So the sadness of snow has to come out!

This also amazes Han Fei: None of the people who can get to this point are weak!

“Draw the sword ~”

“Duh!”

In the heavens and the earth, it seemed as if a bright light had passed.

For a moment, Han Fei's spiritual energy was instantly emptied, causing his body to flash slightly.

Only the sword lights cut the fist mark, the mountain stone burst, and the fist print was ripped to the end.

Far away, there were several glances.

On the top of the jade pen, in the grass, the criminal knife trembled slightly, noticing the sword light, but he whispered: “Though it is a sword, it is full of swords. This is a good one. ”

Above the West Sea, big birds come out of the water, staring into the void. When the sword light slashed through the sky, its eyes gradually recovered from the colour of frost to normal eyes: “Humph, it's a bit skillful, no wonder you broke into the mist of the Nine Tones directly, and didn't come to me. ”

In the Oriental Fire Forest, the flames boil and there are low voices laughing.

Liu Xian, who stayed here, couldn't help but look: What happened? That powerful spark spirit, why are you laughing?

……

“Rub! ”

“Boo ~”

The fist print collapsed, while the great print crossed the sky, with the intention of blocking it, and was split apart by a sword from Han.

Morinan sword deliberately swept past the Great Seal and swept towards Cao Jia.

The mark is a good mark, and the sword is a good sword. But the two men are not qualified to use the full power of these two weapons at this time. Therefore, there is no possibility of snow sorrow breaking the seal.

But the moment I saw Sword Light sweep Cao Jia, the moment Cao Jia felt the death crisis came, at the same time, when Han Fei's line of nothingness was going to snap Cao Jia... Cao Jia disappeared?

Han Fei frowned: Where are the people?

Nine shades of fog.

Cao Jia's body suddenly lay on the ground, her white clothes stained with blood and a large mouthful of blood.

In the memory of Cao Jia, the sword was torn to pieces and there was no match for terror. Finally, the Nine-Tone Mist saved his own life.

Cao Jia had to look slightly trembling. No one else knows, but she herself knows what level this imprint is... the finest soldier has been broken by a sword?

Cao Jia had some moves: “Yes! Hai! Bao!”

“Buzz!”

Han Fei's figure disappeared at the same time.

When Han Fei reappeared, he looked around and found himself on the gossip star map and returned to the village lake.

As soon as Han Fei appeared, he listened only to Jiang Tiao's immediate excitement: “Han Fei, how about it? ”

Yang Wei was also delighted: "Little brother, did you get the chance? ”

Han Fei shook his head slightly, pulled out the energy fruit and stuffed it in his mouth, then glanced at Nintenfly, slowly: “I'm not qualified to take the edge, I'm going to take my luck. ”

“Taking luck? ”

Han Fei grinned: “Uncle, Brother, it's less than a day before dawn. We'll talk after dawn. ”

After that, Han Fei stuffed another piece of energy fruit into his mouth and sat on the plate for more than 50 breaths before getting up again.

When he saw his body move slightly, he stepped on the gossip star map again, picked a star and grabbed it with his hand.

……

“It's tough! What a nine-tone mist... that's so pathetic! But I'm glad I made it through here. ”

Hardly climbed from the ground.

Of the nine notes, only two were most difficult for him: one was too forgetful and the other was this lamentable voice.

Those who hung in the Great Falls only knew that their faces were thick, but never heard of what had happened before they had come. Because, at that time, he wasn't even green.

The word Qing Qing is from two companions, Jiang Qingyu, Xiang Qing.

The three of them went from the village to the town to the unknown. The suffering is long overdue. He can only survive on his own in an exploration of ruins.

On the verge of their death, the two men said to Qingqing: "We are waiting to be born, though humble, with the will of the heavens. You're the only one who can help us down this road. ”

On that day, Qingqing got a sea word order.

On that day, Qingqing named himself Qingqing.

On that day, Qing Zheng was madly painstaking. Don't look at his usual hip-hop, but it's hard to fix, the whole sky falls, no one can compare to him.

At this moment.

Green grinned: “After this sound, too much love is impossible. But my least fear is difficulty. Like the wave at the top of the Great Falls, why did you ever let me back off? ”

“Buzz!”

All of a sudden, the scene changed, over the West Sea, the waves surged.

Green appears here somehow.

When he looked up, he found Han Fei standing here sometime.

Han Fei glanced at the green, then looked far away and found Mizuwa standing on the surface of the sea, looking quietly here.

And Qingyan sits on the ocean with his ass, “Isn't this a fantasy? Son of a bitch, how come it's you? ”

Han Fei scratched his head and didn't hide it: “I'm on a suspended island to get lucky first. Unfortunately, I ran into you. But you don't seem to be doing so well right now. ”

"When did you get better when you saw me?" ”

Han Fei remembers that every time he sees green, he looks dirty, it doesn't seem very good.

Han Fei silently said: “Although... our relationship is good. But with your luck, I have to take it. ”