Senior sister, stop brainwashing me, I can understand your thoughts.

Lu Wumie was still yelling at the small dark clouds in the sky, while Lu Xingze quietly moved away from this crazy divine fire.

He and the heavenly thunder were originally mutually repelled, and now he met the fool Lu Wumie, so he could only be implicated by him.

Lu Xingze reacted and realized that why was he always getting hurt when he was with someone named Lu?

I won’t mention Lu Xingyan anymore because it makes me sad.

It was this Lu Wumie. Because he clamored to be baptized by heavenly thunder, the hundreds of heavenly thunders at Liuguang Lake added heavenly fire to them.

It’s this Lu Wumie again.

Today I am calling out Little Dark Cloud.

He was just passing by and was struck again for no apparent reason.

Without the bamboo pole, Lu Wumie’s fishing competition could not continue.

Gui Youming thought he was considerate and said to him, "Since you don't have a fishing rod, you should admit defeat in the fight of fishing."

"Give up?" Lu Wumie said coldly: "From childhood to adulthood, I, Wumie Zhiyan, have never known how to write the word 'give up'."

After saying that, he turned around and chose the nearest magic bamboo, picked out the straightest one, and cut it with his bare hands to make a bamboo pole.

Ghost Nether: “???”

Ignoring Gui Youming's complicated expression, Lu Wumie came back carrying a bamboo pole, hung the bait on it, cast the pole, sat down, and was struck by lightning, and the bamboo pole turned into ashes.

The whole set of movements was done in one go and was perfect.

"Come down if you have the guts!" Lu Wumie shook off the charcoal ash in his hand and shouted to the sky.

The small black cloud flew to a height of five hundred meters above his head and started circling in place without falling down.

"You wait and see if you want to fight me." Lu Wumie snorted a few times: "I have plenty of patience."

After saying that, he went back to the bamboo forest, selected the most beautiful, perfect and straightest magic bamboo, and made it into a new fishing rod.

The small dark cloud always got stuck when it was baiting the fishing rod, and lightning would come down after the rod was cast, splitting the fishing rod into ashes.

The fire and the cloud were competing with each other, neither of them giving in.

Lu Wumie continued to cut bamboo to make fishing rods and was struck by lightning.

The little black cloud continued to chop the bamboo poles.

The noise caused Lu Xingze, who was practicing nearby, to enter the Mirror Flower and Water Moon directly.

As for the ghosts who are fishing in the competition, because of these dead noises, there is no chance of successful fishing.

Not a single fish took his bait.

"You..." Gui Youming put down the bamboo pole, stood up and stopped Lu Wumie who was about to cut bamboo.

"Brother Gui, you don't have to persuade me. Today I'm going to let this little guy see who can do anything to whom!" Lu Wumie pushed away the arm that was blocking him.

Grabbing Lu Wumie who was trying to run away, Gui Youming suppressed his anger and said in a cold voice: "Can I be considered the loser in this fishing competition?"

“Brother Gui, how can you give up so easily?” Lu Wumie looked at him with disapproval in his eyes: “We are both divine fire, but look at me. I insisted on cutting bamboo myself when I didn’t have a bamboo pole, and I refused to admit defeat even when I made one now.”

"Then do you know that this piece of magic bamboo was planted by me!" Gui Youming could no longer hold back his anger.

"Dad, you didn't plant the love, so you don't feel bad when you chop it off, right?"

"This is the Purple Emperor Demon Bamboo! One for each top-grade spirit stone!"

"How many times have you chopped? How many times have I hinted at you, but you were blind and didn't see it? Chop, chop, chop. Why doesn't this thundercloud kill you?"

Gui Youming flicked his sleeves backwards, revealing an acre of bare bamboo forest.

An acre of bamboo was gone, leaving only stumps of varying heights in the field.

This just makes it easier for ghosts to settle their accounts.

He forced Lu Wumie to look at the bald bamboo forest and count them one by one.

One, two, three...three thousand...four thousand.

Lu Wumie felt dizzy.

What I heard were all top-grade spirit stones, two top-grade spirit stones, three top-grade spirit stones... three thousand top-grade spirit stones... four thousand top-grade spirit stones.