God of Fishing

Chapter 4: Fishing for the first time

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A few minutes later.

The fishing boat landed on the sea surface, splashing a splash of water.

Immediately, everyone raised their poles and cast. It was hard to imagine that just by throwing it casually, the hook would fly hundreds of meters away. Without a fishing reel, how could it be so far? Won't the thread tangle

You don’t need a float for sea fishing, but can you f*ck a line of hundreds of meters without a fishing reel? Han Fei glanced at the fishing rod in his hand. The line was only two or three meters long. How did he throw it out a hundred meters away

Han Fei asked with his mind full. Everyone's eyes were closed, and there was a faint light on their hands, which looked a bit like aura during cultivation.

I saw that everyone's fishing lines were actually being recovered slightly, and then Han Fei's magical scene, the fishing line could be long or short, what kind of line is this

Han Fei had the answer in his mind. Is this the so-called controlling the line with spiritual energy? But operating like this in memory is a very exhausting thing.

"Well, everyone, I have a very good idea. Can we fish while driving the fishing boat? This should be more tempting."

"Do not talk."

The middle-aged uncle suddenly opened his eyes, and scolded: "This is just an ordinary fishing boat, and the spiritual energy is limited. We have to reserve the spiritual energy for fishing. According to your statement, once our spiritual energy is exhausted, we can only wait for others to rescue us. "

Han Fei smiled awkwardly. After all, this is not the earth. I don't understand many things. I can't just rely on my memory. I wanted to have a relationship with these people, but it seems hopeless.

However, Han Fei was not worried. Those teenagers in his memory could catch three to four hundred catties of fish every day, which meant that there were a lot of fish in this sea area. For example, for that two-meter-long green turtle, one is probably enough for the fish tax.

Han Fei threw the hook, and with all his strength, he threw it less than 20 meters.

"Huh?"

In the past, there were lead pendants for fishing fishing rods, but now it’s just a fishing line and a bait, and you have to use spiritual energy to control the distance. This thing is a bit difficult!

Han Fei hurriedly glanced back and found that no one was paying attention, so Han Fei started fishing pretendingly.

His technique is very skillful, pulling, releasing, shaking...

"I swung to the left..."

"I swung to the right..."

Han Fei murmured silently in his heart, but saw a whole boat of people twitching their mouths.

Someone said: "That kid, are you stupid? You're out of bait."

Han Fei: "???"

Han Fei had a look of disbelief, do I understand this technique? And there is no obvious bite, how could my bait be gone

Middle-aged uncle: "Come on! The green worm is the most immobile insect, so the green worm moves, so the fish will not touch your hook."

Han Fei: "Huh?"

The boy who mocked Han Fei before sneered: "Ah, what! Your worm must be eaten by the little white shrimp."

Taking up the thread is a science, and when everyone watched Han Fei half-pull, half-pull, and half-spiritually rewind the thread, they were all speechless. Someone couldn't help but said: "How did you grow up to this point, kid? Use your spiritual energy, what a fuck!"

Han Fei: "???"

I used it, it won't move!

Middle-aged uncle: "Feel the aura, land on the fishing line, and pull the fishing line."

Han Fei blushed slightly. According to what others said, he felt his aura. When the aura was attached to the fishing rod and fishing line, he was suddenly surprised, and there was an obscure force.

"I'll go, can it still be used like this?"

Han Fei's spirit was shaken, and the aura flashed in his hand. He only heard a "swoosh", and the fishhook broke through the water in an instant. On the ass of a boy who was about the same size as himself.

"ah!"

Han Fei immediately tightened the chrysanthemum, and everyone else turned sideways, and the chrysanthemum also tightened. Are you pulling the thread or hooking someone? Where does it take so much strength to take up the thread

"Han Fei, you are looking for death..."

Han Fei: "I didn't do it on purpose, don't move, I'll pull it off..."

"Pfft..."

The fishhook swished back from the boy's buttocks again, everyone lowered their heads quickly, and Han Fei buried his head down.

I saw a large piece of fabric being torn apart from the boy's buttocks, and a small stream of blood gushed out.

Han Fei: "What, I'm sorry, I didn't control the strength well."

"Han Fei, I'm going to kill you."

The boy clutched his butt, tears were about to fall, no such thing! I just want to fish quietly, who am I messing with? You don't throw your fishhook into the water, but what do you mean by throwing it on my ass

The other people on the boat looked at Han Fei with vigilant expressions. Could it be that the kid was terrified when he fell into the water yesterday? Why can't even the basic operation of fishing

Seeing that the young man was about to rush over, Han Fei quickly raised his fishing rod, and the young man stopped in fright. He doubted that Han Fei would throw the hook over again.

Someone quickly scolded: "Han Fei, fish well, if you make trouble again, we will call the monitoring team to take you away."

Han Fei smiled awkwardly: "Ai ai ai..."

The matter subsided for the time being. Although the boy was angry, he didn't really come to find fault.

And Han Fei's face was very green, and the green worm was gone. He thought to himself that my ten years of fishing experience is of no use here? What the hell is this! Can't even pull the hook up, catch a gourd egg

So, Han Fei calmed down and learned to be like others, throwing the hook and sitting there without moving.

But this fishing method has no technique at all! About half an hour passed, and when Han Fei was impatiently thinking about asking about skills, a man suddenly stood up and let out a muffled groan.

Immediately, Han Fei saw this man make a very strange posture, with spiritual energy surging in his hands, and the fishing rod and silk thread were instantly covered with a faint brilliance.

"Get me up..."

"Boom..."

Han Fei's eyes widened. Is it that simple

It wasn't just Han Fei, he found that other people seemed to be the same as him, and he was a little envious.

The man suddenly chuckled and said, "Everyone, luckily, I caught a big yellow croaker so quickly."

Someone congratulated: "Ha! Old Chen, your fishing skills are getting more and more sophisticated! This big yellow croaker must weigh a hundred catties, right?"

Lao Chen weighed it with his hands and smiled slightly: "It must weigh 120 catties."

The large yellow croaker is a non-aggressive fish, and naturally does not have the fighting ability of the green turtle and swordfish, so the price is not high. It is one of the cheapest foods on the hanging island. Like the sea clam, it is equivalent to a daily fixed meal.

Seeing everyone put in their poles one after another, Han Fei also quickly put in their poles. This is because the man made too much noise when fishing, and the fish struggled underwater for too long, and any fish that were more vigilant would run away in fright. Unless you reach the level of a fisherman, the level of a fisherman is basically in this mode of catching one fish for another.

After changing the place, everyone threw the hook again.

This time, only a quarter of an hour later, there was movement from the middle-aged uncle. Unlike the old Chen just now, I heard the middle-aged uncle yell "get up".

Someone quickly responded: "It's a green turtle."

Han Fei's eyes lit up, and it was a green turtle again. Yesterday, Wang Jie fisherman's "Crab King Scissors" made him fascinated for a long time.

I saw veins protruding from the middle-aged uncle's hands, and the fishing line was pulled very fast. The middle-aged uncle held the pole with both hands, turned around and used the strength of his shoulders to pull hard, and immediately a big fish with a length of several meters was thrown towards him.

"Shhhhhh..."

Flying stones flew across the sky, and everyone hid in the corner of their fishing positions, only Han Fei showed his head. But he saw that middle-aged big man, with shining hands, clapping his hands continuously, and there was a blast of air, which finally sent those stones flying, and finally slapped the fish.

Han Fei's first thought was that he was just a fisherman, far worse than a fisherman! Yesterday, the fisherman Wang Jie just punched and there was a phantom of crab claws, but this uncle just shone.

With a "snap", the one-meter-long green turtle landed on the deck, flapped its tail casually a few times, and seemed to be knocked out.

Han Fei saw it clearly this time. Apart from the head, the back and body of the green turtle had bluish-yellow stone-like scales, which reflected light blue brilliance under the sunlight.

[Name]Green Turtle

[Level]Level 5

[Quality]Ordinary

[contains aura] 12 o'clock

[Eating effect] Long-term consumption can improve human strength

[absorbable]

Han Fei secretly contrasted, the aura of three sea mussels is equal to that of a green turtle? It can be seen that this big guy has no advantages except thick skin and rough flesh!

For a time, everyone exclaimed.

"Daniu, this... this must weigh two hundred catties."

"Uncle Niu, amazing!"

"Lao Niu, have you reached the high-grade fisherman?"

The middle-aged uncle smiled naively: "I just broke through to Yufu Gaopin a few days ago."

Immediately, congratulations continued.

Especially the old Chen just now, who grabbed the middle-aged uncle's arm and asked: "I've been stuck in the sixth-level fisherman for a long time, do you have any experience?"

Middle-aged uncle: "I'm also surprised, I just can eat very well, I don't know why the day before yesterday, and I suddenly broke through."

Hearing this, Old Chen immediately sighed, he is getting old, I am afraid that there is no hope for a high-quality fisherman in this life!

Han Fei pricked up his ears. It turned out that this was a high-quality fisherman, but when he heard that this old Chen had been stuck in a sixth-level fisherman for half his life, he couldn't help but click his tongue. Is it so difficult to cultivate

That's all, as the saying goes, if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. When I raise the level of my skills and spiritual veins, I will crush you.

The middle-aged uncle caught a large green turtle, and everyone changed places again.

One after another, more than half a day passed, and among the eight people, except for the boy who was the same age as himself, who hadn't completed the task, the others had completed it.

The setting sun was half-hanging, and everyone even took out some sea melon seeds and started eating melon seeds, chatting with each other.

Suddenly, the boy shouted: "I caught it, I caught it..."

Han Fei looked over with a dark face. Everyone in Temeow had completed the task. After sitting here for a day, he used half a box of bait, and he didn't even take the bait for a small fish the size of a palm.

Just as Han Fei was laughing at himself, an old fisherman shouted that something was wrong.

Old Chen's eyes were cracking: "Hurry up, let go, kid, you can't catch this one."

The face of the middle-aged man changed drastically: "This is not a fish, this is a tentacle shrimp."

Han Fei was startled. Tentacle shrimp, the one Tang Ge caught