A few minutes later.
The fishing boat landed on the surface of the sea with a splash.
Immediately, everybody raised their rods and cast. It was hard to imagine that a casual cast could throw the hook hundreds of meters away. How could it be thrown so far without a fishing wheel? Couldn't the line be knotted?
Fishing in the sea didn't need a fishing float, but how could a line of hundreds of meters be thrown without a fishing wheel? Han Fei glanced at the fishing rod in his hand. The line was only two or three meters long. How on earth did they throw it a hundred meters away?
Han Fei was full of questions. Everybody's eyes were closed, and their hands glowed faintly, which seemed to be spiritual energy during cultivation.
Everybody's fishing line was being slightly retracted. Then, to Han Fei's surprise, the fishing line could be lengthened or shortened. What the hell is this line?
Han Fei had an answer in his head. Is this the so-called line control with spiritual energy? But according to his memory, this operation consumed a lot of spiritual energy.
"Well, guys, I have a very good idea. Can we drive the fishing boat while fishing? It should be more tempting. "
"Don't talk."
The middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes and scolded, "This is just an ordinary fishing boat. The spiritual energy is limited. We have to save it for fishing. According to you, once we run out of spiritual energy, we can only wait for others to rescue us."
Han Fei smiled awkwardly. After all, this was not Earth. There were many things he didn't know and couldn't rely on his memory. He had planned to make friends with these people, but it seemed that it was hopeless.
However, Han Fei was not worried. In his memory, the teenagers could catch three or four hundred kilograms of fish every day, which meant that there were many fish in this sea area. For example, the two-meter-long green turtle was probably worth the fish tax.
Han Fei cast the hook with all his strength and threw it less than 20 meters away.
"Huh?"
In the past, there was a pendant for fishing in the sea, but now there was only a fishing line and a bait, and he had to control the distance with spiritual energy. It was a bit difficult!
Han Fei hurriedly glanced back and found that nobody was paying attention, so he pretended to fish.
He was very skilled. Pull, release, shake …
"I'll sway to the left …"
"I'll sway to the right …"
Han Fei murmured in his heart, but all the people on the boat were twitching their lips.
Someone said, "That kid, are you stupid? Your bait is gone. "
Han Fei: "???"
Han Fei looked incredulous. This is a trick, understand? Moreover, there was no obvious bite, so how could my bait be gone?
The middle-aged man said, "Pull him up! The green bait is the least mobile of all insects, so when it moves, the fish won't touch your hook. "
"Huh?"
The boy who mocked Han Fei earlier sneered. "What are you talking about? Your insect must have been eaten by the Little White Shrimp. "
Retracting the line was a skill. When everyone saw Han Fei retract the line with his spiritual energy, they were all speechless. Someone couldn't help but ask, "Kid, how did you grow until now? Use your spiritual qi! What the hell are you being cocky for?! "
Han Fei: "???"
I used it, but it refused to move!
The middle-aged man said, "Feel your spiritual qi. Put it on the line and pull it."
Blushing, Han Fei sensed his spiritual qi according to the man's instructions. When his spiritual qi was attached to the fishing rod and the line, he was shocked to sense an obscure force.
"Damn it. Can it be used like this?"
With a flash of spiritual energy in his hand, the fish hook broke out of the water in an instant with a swish. But it didn't stop there. With a puff, the fish hook fell on the buttocks of the boy who was the same size as him on the other side of the boat.
"Ah!"
Han Fei immediately clenched his a * s. Everybody else turned around and clenched their a * s too. Are you retracting the line or hooking me? Why did it take so much effort to retract the line?
"Han Fei, you're asking to be killed …"
Han Fei said, "I didn't mean to. Don't move. I'll pull it out …"
"Pu …"
The hook flew back from the boy's butt with a swoosh again. Everyone hurriedly lowered their heads, including Han Fei himself.
A large piece of cloth on the boy's butt was torn apart, and blood spurted out.
Han Fei said, "Well, I'm sorry. I didn't control my strength well."
"Han Fei, I'm going to kill you!"
The boy covered his butt, almost in tears. You can't do this to me! I just want to fish in peace. Who did I piss off? Why didn't you throw the hook into the water? Why did you throw it at my butt?
The other people on the boat looked at Han Fei warily too. Was this guy too scared after falling into the water yesterday? Why didn't he know how to fish anymore?
Seeing that the boy was about to charge at him, Han Fei hurried to raise his fishing pole. The boy was so scared that he stopped, suspecting that Han Fei would throw the hook at him again.
Someone scolded, "Han Fei, focus on fishing. If you cause trouble again, we'll call the inspectors to take you away."
Han Fei smiled awkwardly. "Hey, hey, hey …"
The incident was over for now. Although the boy was angry, he did not really pick a fight with him.
Han Fei's face was gloomy. The bait was indeed gone. He thought to himself, My fishing experience of more than ten years is of no use here at all? What the hell is this? How can I catch a calabash egg when I can't even pull the hook up?
Therefore, Han Fei calmed down and sat still after casting the hook like everybody else.
However, there was no technique at all in this way of fishing! About half an hour later, just as Han Fei was wondering if he should ask for the technique, a person suddenly stood up with a grunt coming from his throat.
Then, Han Fei saw that the man made a weird gesture. Spiritual energy surged in his hands, and the fishing pole and the line were instantly covered in a layer of vague brilliance.
"Rise …"
"Bo …"
Han Fei's eyes widened. Was it so simple?
Not just Han Fei, he found that everybody else was envious of him too.
The man chuckled and said, "Everybody, we're so lucky today that we caught a yellow fish so quickly."
Someone congratulated him. "Ha! Old Chen, you're getting better and better at fishing! This yellow fish must weigh more than a hundred kilograms, right? "
Old Chen weighed it with his hand and smiled. "About a hundred and twenty kilograms."
Yellow fish were not aggressive fish. Naturally, they were not as strong as the green turtles and the blade fish, so they were not expensive. They were one of the cheapest foods on the floating island. Like the clams, they were their daily meals.
Seeing that everybody retracted their fishing poles, Han Fei hurried to do the same. That was because the man was too noisy, and the fish struggled for a long time in the water. Any fish that were slightly vigilant would be frightened and run away. Unless one became a fishing master, he would basically change to another place after catching one fish.
After they changed places, everybody cast their hooks again.
This time, after only a quarter of an hour, something happened on the middle-aged man's side. Unlike Old Chen, he only heard the middle-aged man shout, "Rise!"
Someone quickly realized what was going on. "It's a green turtle."
Han Fei's eyes glittered. It was a green turtle again. He had been fascinated by Wang Jie's Crab King's Scissors yesterday.
The veins on the middle-aged man's hands bulged, and the fishing line was pulled fast. The middle-aged man held the rod with both hands and pulled it with the strength of his shoulders. Immediately, a big fish several meters long was thrown at him.
Hiu, Hiu, Hiu …
Stones flew in the air. Everybody hid in the corners of their fishing positions except for Han Fei. The middle-aged man's hands glowed as he slapped out with his palms continuously. Shockwaves gushed out from his palms and blew away the rocks. Finally, he slapped the fish.
Han Fei's first thought was that he was just a fisherman. He was far worse than a fishing master! Yesterday, Fishing Master Wang Jie only punched with the shadow of a crab's pincer, but this middle-aged man merely emitted light.
With a thud, the one-meter-long green turtle fell on the deck and flapped its tail casually. It seemed to have been knocked out.
This time, Han Fei saw it clearly. Apart from the head, the back and the body of the Green Turtle were covered with greenish-yellow scales that looked like stones. They reflected a bright green brilliance under the sunlight.
< Name > Green Turtle
< Level > Five
< Quality > Regular
< Spiritual Energy > 12 points
< Effect > It can increase one's strength if it's eaten over a long period of time.
< Absorbable >
Han Fei was surprised that the spiritual energy of three clams was equal to that of one green turtle? It was obvious that this big guy had no advantages except for its thick skin!
Everybody exclaimed in shock.
"Daniu, this … This must be two hundred kilograms!"
"Uncle Niu, that's awesome!"
"Old Niu, have you become a high-level fisher?"
The middle-aged man smiled innocently. "I became a high-level fisher a few days ago."
Everybody was congratulating him.
Old Chen grabbed the middle-aged man's arm and asked, "I've been stuck as a level-six fisher for a long time. Do you want to make a breakthrough?"
The middle-aged man said, "I'm curious too. I've always been a glutton. I don't know why, but I made a breakthrough the day before yesterday."
Old Chen heaved a sigh. He was too old to be a high-level fisher for the rest of his life! Han Fei pricked his ears.
So, this was a high-level fisher. However, when he heard that Old Chen had been stuck as a level-six fisher for half of his life, he clicked his tongue. Was cultivation really so difficult?
As the saying goes, a worker must sharpen his tools to do a good job. I'll crush you after I improve my arts and my Spiritual Heritage.
The middle-aged man caught a large green turtle, and everybody changed places again.
One after another, half a day passed. Among the eight of them, except for the youth who was about the same age as him, everyone else had completed the task.
The sun was setting, and everyone even took out some sea melon seeds and started munching on them as they chatted.
Suddenly, the young man shouted, "I've got one! I've got one!"
Han Fei looked at him gloomily, only to discover that everybody had finished their tasks. He had been sitting here for an entire day and used half a box of bait, but not a single fish the size of his palm had taken the bait.
While Han Fei was mocking himself, an old fisher shouted that something was wrong.
Old Chen's eyes almost popped out. "Hurry up, boy. You can't catch that."
The middle-aged man's face changed greatly. "It's not a fish. It's a tentacle lobster."
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