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Chapter 119 Accident, Fishing Rod

"Fishing? Fun, fun!"

Ying Feng couldn't help laughing, and with a wave of his hand, a blue-black fishing rod came out of the water, and landed in his hand with a little bit of fluorescence.

"Old man, do you just use the black rod in your hand?"

Ying Feng looked at the black fishing rod held in Fang Luo's hand and shook his head. This fishing rod has no aura, and it seems that its strength is not even as strong as the fishing rod made by the fishermen themselves.

'Did I miss it?Isn't the fisherman in front of you an expert? '

"Haha, don't underestimate the fishing rod in the old man's hand."

Fang Luo laughed.

The fishing rod in his hand is a modern fiber fishing rod, handcrafted, useless in other worlds, but it is different in this world.

After all, Fang Luo began to untie the shackles covering the fishing rod, allowing it to truly exist in this world.

In an instant, the fishing rod was filled with rays of light. In the rays of light, a figure whose face could not be seen could be seen vaguely making this fishing rod.

"Skillful craftsman! Natural vision!"

Ying Feng's face twitched, and he just felt that someone had grabbed his heart hard.

He has heard of this kind of vision. It is rumored that every time the human race creates an existence beyond the original object, the world will send down an image.

Things like the visions of heaven and earth are so mysterious that they cannot be explained or understood.

The only memory of a vision in Na Yingfeng's memory was when his uncle Ji was sitting on the ground discussing the Tao with a Buddhist Ming king.

I heard that the entire temple was covered by visions back then, not to mention ordinary people, even those with a certain level of cultivation could not see it.

There is even a tree where the two talk about the Tao, which directly turns into a spiritual root full of wisdom. Although it cannot bear fruit, it is said that practicing under that tree can enhance the wisdom of previous lives, thereby adding Buddha nature.

What else was this tree named by Uncle Ji... um... By the way, it's called Bodhi tree!

Boom!

At this moment, the weather on the Tongtian River changed from sunny to cloudy, and the large swath of dark clouds seemed to be suppressed, taking people's hearts and souls.

"Thunder tribulation? Senior! The fishing rod in your hand is about to survive the tribulation!"

Seeing this, the corners of Ying Feng's mouth twitched wildly, and while quickly retreating towards the back, he did not forget to remind Fang Luo.

And Fang Luo was also a little dumbfounded, what's going on, the scene is so big?

Feeling the thunder with killing power, countless electric snakes surged in the dark clouds, as if they wanted to erase all the world together.

About two kilometers across the river, an ordinary village saw this scene...

"Thunder God is angry..." An old man with dull white hair muttered to himself.

"Grandpa! Go back to the house!"

Hearing the shouts behind him, the old man shook his head, ignoring the continuous drizzle in the sky, and watched lightning flashes as thick as buckets flash across the sky.

Kneeling on the spot without saying a word, the strong wind and drizzle became stronger and stronger, the sounds behind him became smaller and smaller, and the old man's consciousness gradually became blurred.

The moment the old man closed his eyes, a figure in a green shirt appeared beside the old man, even though the sky was raining harder and harder, and the strong wind swept away the debris and dust.

There is still no trace of dust on the figure, including rain and wind, will bypass the figure intentionally or unintentionally, and the sewage and impurities on the ground will be separated by themselves wherever the person goes.

"I hope Ji is not late"

Ji Yuan opened his eyes to the widest, and looked at Fang Luo's position from a distance, even if it was a few miles away, he could still see Ying Feng and a fishing rod.

The strange thing is that the surrounding area of ​​the fish tank is blurry, as if there is nothing strange and unworthy of being seen by him.

"Strange, how can just a fishing rod shake up the pattern of an entire area?"

Ji Yuan shook his head, just as he was about to walk over, the fishing rod seemed to be thrown by someone and was thrown into the thunder in an instant.

Ji Yuan: "...Don't, don't give me such a good fishing rod"

On the other side, after Fang Luo threw the fishing rod in his hand into the sky, he shook his head helplessly. Originally, he just wanted to fish and then I threw a king carp.

Unexpectedly, the plan could not keep up with the changes.

"God of Dog Days"

Fang Luo stomped his feet lightly and disappeared in place in an instant.

In the dark clouds, Fang Luo felt the numbness brought by the Heavenly Tribulation and sighed in his heart. The Thunderbolt fruit has not been strengthened, even with the blessing of the original source, it is not good enough.

Life is not easy, Luo Luo sighed.

After finishing speaking, Fang Luo walked slowly towards the fishing rod in the center of the thunder. At this time, the fishing rod seemed to be vying for each other between two kinds of thunder, and one side wanted the fishing rod to be baptized by the thunder to be perfect.

And one party wanted to destroy the fishing rod in front of him, as if this thing would affect it.

Fang Luo's mouth twitched as he looked at the slightly browned fiber fishing rod.

"Sweet and sweet? And it's still sweet and sweet on the mountain?"

Feeling uncomfortable for a while, he didn't even want the fishing rod anymore.

Looking at these two special Thunderbolts, Fang Luo took out the red and white balls that were modified yesterday from his pocket.

He tentatively threw it in the direction of the fishing rod. The weird ball ignored the Thunderbolt, and finally stopped above the fishing rod and opened the ball cover to shoot a red light.

wow~
The two types of thunder were sucked in uncontrollably. In the small ball, the powerful thunder that covered the entire river was just sucked in without saying a word.

The thunder dissipated, and the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then a strange sound of "puff" came in the form of wind and rain.

Moo!

At the same time, a cry that was not inferior to the thunder just now entered Fang Luo's ears.

The sound is like the moaning of an old cow, and it is like the roar of thunder.

"It's poisonous." Fang Luo rubbed his ears, feeling that he was hurt.

After saying that, he reached out and took the fishing rod in his hand, and the fishing rod shook slightly in response.

Fang Luo frowned, "Even I have flaws, but you actually made the picture perfect?"

As soon as the words fell, the fishing rod began to shake crazily with unreasonable movements, and an emotion of begging for mercy came out.

"I can't teach you, and I don't have time to take care of you. A fishing rod is actually infected with the impetuosity and bad habits of modern people."

Although Fang Luo said so, he was quite satisfied with this fishing rod in his heart. It has learned human emotions nine out of ten, and it must have learned jealousy and hatred.

I'll throw it away now and make time for a monster, and there it will be!
Then he turned his gaze to Mr. Qingshan who was not far away, and that gentleman was also looking up to this side.

"Go and steal the teacher's advice"

At this time, the fishing rod has undergone great changes, and the modern fiber texture has become green bamboo, emitting a faint light.

Fang Luo stretched out his hand and threw it towards Ji Yuan, and the fishing rod flew towards Ji Yuan like a javelin.

And Xia Jiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and reached out to catch the fishing rod that came down.

He clenched the fishing rod in his hand and remained silent, still thinking about the figure that flashed by in the thunder just now in his mind.

(End of this chapter)