As he approached, Han Fei saw those gangsters sitting in his small yard eating sea mussels, and his face immediately turned dark.
"Hey! Brother Gang, that kid is back."
"Snapped… "
I saw the fat man slam the clamshell in his hand to the ground: "Stinky boy, do you still know to come back? Do you know that your Brother Gang came here yesterday? You are not kind, what about the protection fee?"
Han Fei was trembling with anger, I have gone around several times before the gate of hell, and when I came back to work together, I saw you eating my food, is it plausible
Han Fei grinned and sneered: "One sea clam has 5 low-grade pearls. If I give it, I'll let you go. Otherwise, I'll hit you until you spit it out."
Fatty and his younger brothers were taken aback for a moment, and burst out laughing "hahaha" in the blink of an eye.
"Brother Gang, he actually asked us for money?"
"Brother Gang, I haven't seen this kid for a few days. He is so crazy that he is blackmailing us?"
The fat man shuddered, and grinned treacherously with his teeth bared: "Boy, is it because your Brother Gang didn't wake up or did your boy get hit on the head by an ironhead fish? How dare you blackmail your Brother Gang?"
"Boom..."
Han Fei is now full of confidence, so what if he is a seventh-level fisherman on the opposite side? I have even done sea pythons, can I be afraid of you
Han Fei put the purple bamboo stick on the ground: "You guys... do you know why the coral is so red?"
"Um?"
Just when Brother Gang and the others were about to laugh at Han Fei, they saw the aura surge in Han Fei's hands, and the purple bamboo stick glowed all over.
Brother Gang's face changed slightly: "Smelly fish boy, you really dare to do something, you really are doing a good job, brothers, get him."
"I'll kill you."
Han Fei jumped up with a purple bamboo stick and hit it hard. Do you really think I can't lift the stick anymore
Before Brother Gang could react, he saw a fifth-level fisherman under his hand kneeling on the ground, clutching his shoulders and crying: "Ah! My arm is broken, it's over, Brother Gang, my arm is broken..."
Brother Gang was furious: "Are you courting death?"
After finishing speaking, several people picked up sticks one after another. Could it be possible that with so many people, they could still be folded in the hands of a child
"Dangdangdang..."
Han Fei is so violent now. With 159 points of basic aura, he is comparable to a fisherman at the seventh level. With more than 3,000 aura reserves, he can hit the opponent who doubts his life. What is he afraid of
"I'll kill this fat man."
"Boom..."
There was a little gangster who was full of aura, filling his whole body, intending to take Han Fei's stick hard.
However, with a "click", the man fell directly on the ground, spitting blood.
For a moment, Brother Gang's expression turned cold: "No, this kid is at the peak of the sixth level, let me come."
The fat man slashed up with the fine iron rod. To Han Fei's surprise, Han Fei felt numbness in his arms in the first confrontation of strength, and his expression changed slightly. Seventh-level fisherman
Brother Gang was also stunned for a moment: "That's a lot of energy, but you don't understand the power of a seventh-level powerhouse at all, the Shifang Shining Stick..."
Suddenly, Han Fei saw that there seemed to be a snake belt swimming around the fat man's body. The next moment, the fat man's combat power suddenly increased, and the speed of the stick was more than double that of before.
Han Fei was shocked, how is this possible? How could a fat man be so fast
"Dangdangdang... boom..."
Han Fei, who had been pressing down on others to hit him, backed up again and again at this moment. Although he felt that his strength was not weaker than the fat man's, he still couldn't bear the fat man's six berserk blows in a row.
"Cough..."
Han Fei's arms were numb, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Brother Gang sneered: "The seventh-level powerhouse can take away the power of the demon fish. Do you really think that Brother Gang has been fooling around for nothing? Boy, kneel down for me now, and offer all your wealth to make amends... Forget it, you too If you have no family background, let this small courtyard be your Brother Gang, and your Brother Gang will let you go."
Han Fei took a deep breath. His recovery ability was still there, but it was much weaker than it was at the beginning.
Han Fei grinned: "Is that the only one who is a seventh-level strong? Then how weak are you?"
"ah… "
All I saw was a burst of aura suddenly bursting out of Han Fei's body, and his whole body and stick were glowing, and he jumped up and slashed down again.
"when… "
Brother Gang: "Boy, you are looking for death. How precious is spiritual energy? You are a sixth-level fisherman, and you will consume one-third of your spiritual energy just to fill your body. How many sticks can you spare? Three sticks or five sticks? "
Han Fei: "So much nonsense..."
"Dangdangdang..."
When the weapons were handed over, Han Fei threw out six sticks in a frantic breath, and was hit once during the process, causing his chest to hurt.
But the fat man was also out of breath. He only hit Han Fei with a little injury just now with six sticks in one breath. In the end, this kid went crazy, and he got another five or six sticks. How much spiritual energy does this kid have? Isn't this comparable to yourself
However, Han Fei didn't end at all. With a sweep, the spiritual energy gushed out, and the spiritual energy disappeared into the air with faint ripples.
"Boom boom boom..."
"Pfft..."
The clash of sticks and weapons was like thunder, only to see Brother Gang spurt out a mouthful of blood, and the fine iron rod came out of his hand.
His eyes were full of disbelief, how could this kid be possible? How many sticks did this take? Ten sticks? Twenty sticks? The key point is that this guy is full of aura! This amount of aura, 200 points can't hold it!
"boom!"
Han Fei dissipated his aura and slapped the fat man with a stick. The remaining punks were stunned. Brother Gang lost
Han Fei squatted in front of Brother Gang with a stick in his hand, and said with a smile, "Are you still receiving protection fees?"
Brother Gang was sweating coldly: "Misunderstanding, little brother, this is a complete misunderstanding."
"Bang bang bang..."
Han Fei beat him three times in a row, and put Brother Gang on the ground: "Is it a misunderstanding? Are you sure it's a misunderstanding?"
Brother Gang bared his teeth in pain but never dared to speak back: "Brother, can't Brother Gang compensate you? Brother Gang promises not to trouble you in the future."
"Bang bang bang..."
Han Fei: "Who are you, Brother Gang?"
Brother Gang: "Xiao Gang, brother, you can just call me Xiao Gang."
"Bang bang bang..."
Han Fei: "Xiao Gang? What about Xiao Ming and Xiao Hong?"
Brother Gang is trembling, why are you still hitting me? Hit me again and I'll be useless!
Brother Gang begged for mercy: "Brother, you spared me. Xiaohong, I can't let you! I have been with Xiaohong for seven years..."
Han Fei: "???"
"boom… "
Han Fei said with a dark face: "Leave me all the money on your body, leave me the fine iron rod, get out..."
Brother Gang is crying, what's the matter? You are so evil, why did you pretend to be a little weak chicken a few days ago
Brother Gang: "Brother, I'm just a fine iron rod... Hey, don't point at me, I'm afraid."
Han Fei: "Who is your little brother, I will see that I am called Brother Fei later. I wasted so much spiritual energy, and you can't even pay for a fine iron rod. Get out of here..."
"Yes, yes... why are you still standing there? Let's go..."
Han Fei watched the nimble fat man get up and run away, and then he was secretly shocked. Is this what Tang Ge said before absorbing the power of the demon fish? If the fat man was able to store spiritual energy just like himself, it would be unknown who would win the battle. But as soon as the weird power came out, his strength suddenly doubled. If he didn't have enough aura reserves, he might have been beaten to the ground long ago.
"No, I underestimate the high-grade fisherman too much. It's not unreasonable to be called a high-grade fisherman. The fat man was defeated by me because he didn't have enough aura in his body. What if he was an eighth-level fisherman?"
This is the second time that Han Fei feels that his strength is improving too slowly. Even a gangster can reach the seventh level. In this world where all people practice, how many such small characters are there? As for himself, he is just a small role now, and it is far from the time when he can be free from scruples.
As soon as Han Fei arrived home, there was a line of words engraved on the table, which should have been left by Tang Ge.
"I may not be able to come back in the near future. There is something in the old place. See you in the fishing trial."
Han Fei silently crossed out the sentence, opened the door, and walked to the back of his house.
There is a cliff behind, and the place where people can stand is less than half a meter. There is a gap directly behind the house, and there is an iron chain hanging there. Han Fei cautiously held onto the iron chain and dangled down. After about seven or eight meters, there was an inconspicuous small cave, which was hidden by the vegetation on the edge of the cliff, but it was hidden.
This small cave existed when this house was in existence. Every time Tang Ge got something good, he would not keep it at home, but would hide it in the cave so that no one would miss it.
The cave is no more than four meters deep and less than three meters wide. There is only a small bed and a stone tank with dozens of sea mussels in it.
On the bed, Han Fei saw a small package.
When Han Fei opened it, he took a deep breath. First, two middle-grade pearls rolled out. There is not much money, probably all of Tang Ge's belongings.
In addition to the 2 medium-grade pearls, there are 2 books, an iron box, and a bottle of elixir.
Han Fei took a deep breath immediately, not for anything else, because the two books were written "Swimming Water Jue" and "Xuan Ti Shu". With just one glance, Han Fei knew why these two books were important. Most of the entire Tianshui Village, including Diaoshi, were practicing the stick technique. Even if there were books in the school, there might not be many, no matter whether the two books were Nothing, at least it can't be worse than the general stick technique like Shifang stick.
"Hey! The elixir of nourishment?"
Han Fei picked up the bottle of elixir, smiled slightly, and said to himself, "Good brother."