Live Fishing Studio

Chapter 864 Showdown, I am Yue Feng

Although the situation on the field has stabilized, there are also many smart people who saw through that they were being killed before, whispered a few words to their companions, and chose to give up and continue pinching fish.

After a lot of tossing, when the next round of fish-picking is ready to be completed, there are only less than 20 people left in the mighty force of more than 30 people.

After deducting the 13 fishermen from the two clubs, there are still five fishermen including Xiao Liqiang's team. If Lao Xiao hadn't been the organizer and hadn't lost face, his team would have given up long ago.

In a completely unequal battle, pinching fish is equal to giving money, who can stand it?

Ten minutes later, all preparations for fish-picking were completed, and nearly half of the fish-picking team was missing. Continue to fight!

Meng Weize and his group of friends really showed their housekeeping skills this time. They used all the internal medicines and high-quality bait base materials distributed by the club.

Not to mention the changes in hardware conditions, the strategy in pinching fish is also remarkable.

For example, two team members were separated by a fishing position, and Zhao Zheng, who spoke very high-profile, happened to be caught in the middle. As a result, the two team members just looked at each other, and gave up their own fish grabbing. Scattered artillery attack.

The purpose is not simply to snatch fish, but to cooperate directly to kill the fishermen in the middle!

Rao is Zhao Zheng's skill is good, the bait passed the test, and he was greeted by two young fishermen, and he couldn't stand it.

The fish were drawn away by the two sides before they could get together. The other party didn't consider his own grades at all, just to pull Zhao Zheng off the horse. By the time Zhao Zheng realized that the fish's mouth was too full and he felt bad, it was already too late.

I have to admire the players taught by professional clubs, even the young fishermen of the youth training team, their tacit understanding in teamwork is far superior to that of some individual veterans. The tactics in pinching fish are very thorough, the basic skills are still excellent, and the overall performance is very good outstanding.

Looking at the children under Yue Feng, next door is a pack of wolves. After Wang Zhen and the others got impatient, they looked like young tigers. They didn't cooperate much, but their personal abilities were also outstanding. They matched with the bait distributed by the club. Xiaoyao, Wozi operates in a decent manner, and the catch is also expensive.

Forty minutes, and soon another fish was pinched.

Before counting the results, Xiao Liqiang's face was very ugly. This time he drew lots next to Yue Feng, but was overwhelmed by Yue Feng's super fast pace.

Old Zhao, you guys were just playing with us casually before! If you continue to pinch like this, let alone pinch fish, we won't win or lose. Even in the club's finalists, none of us brothers want to play. The gap is too obvious It's gone! Xiao Liqiang couldn't help but said.

Zhao Zheng's face was even more ugly. This time, he was stared at tightly by the two of them. The catch in the fish guard was not even half of the usual, and the second half was even more silenced.

Zhao Ran gently pushed Zhao Zheng from the side, and opened his mouth and said, Look at what you said, you can learn something only by fighting with real swords and guns.

Fish pinching is the fairest game, whoever has better skills will catch more!

It's better to realize the problem now than to start the game, and then be dumbfounded, right? Find the problem, solve the problem, and make progress!

Yue Feng also persuaded: Let's count the results first! Tianyuan's younger brothers are still waiting! Look at Zhao Zheng's clean-up, his face has changed. What's wrong with you, you were boiled?

Zhao Zhengxin looked at the boys on both sides of his left and right hands with lingering fear, and lifted his fish guard with one hand, and muttered to Meng Weize: You two are so cruel, you fucking treat me like Yao Ming! If you can grab some fish, wait for the back, just turn off the fire!

Meng Weize didn't face any difficult opponents this time, he fished well, and his self-confidence was extremely inflated.

Meng Weize: In the club league, the competition is naturally tactical execution. I think my teammates performed well! Create opportunities for me. The last game almost won the championship. This game should be almost the same. Is there more than me?

Of course there are, not a lot! Yue Feng grinned, indicating to start weighing again.

As the fish guards came out of the water one by one, Xiao Liqiang and his team were completely at the bottom. The children on Tianyuan's side were not doing very well.

Meng Weize caught about 8.6kg in 40 minutes. His partner also caught 7.9kg. Meng Weize's result was over 260 bars per hour, which is very good.

But when Yue Feng was weighed in the competition, the result of 9.4kg was quietly displayed on the electronic scale. It looked normal, but it was enough to crush Meng Weize.

The first place is Brother Feng, the second place is Zhao Ran, the third place is Meng Weize... Xiao Liqiang finished all the results, and then announced the results of this round.

Hearing that he didn't even win the runner-up, Meng Weize couldn't believe it, and looked at the notebook where he had won the statistics.

All other fishermen wrote their names, but Brother Feng only wrote a code name, and Meng Weize became interested in him.

Turning forward a few pages, it is densely packed with the results of pinching fish in the past few days. Brother Feng's results are sometimes good and sometimes average, but he has never appeared in the middle of the ranking.

Most of the time, it's either a guarantee or a champion, with similar results back and forth, very stable.

Seeing this kind of data, Meng Weize suddenly remembered what happened when he was pinching fish with the fishermen of the first team. He cheated himself to buy drinks and popsicles with a few other friends.

The scenes are so similar.

Brother Feng, what do you call your tuba? Meng Weize took a look at Yue Feng's face covered tightly with a scarf.

What's wrong? Yue Feng didn't answer, but turned his head and looked at him!

You are so good at controlling points. We only have the captain of our first team in our club! You must have played sports for many years, right? Sign up for your number, maybe I've heard of your name before!

Good guy, Yue Feng tried his best to keep it mysterious, but in the end, his strength was judged from his grades.

I also want to know what Brother Feng looks like. It's normal that Meng Weize and the others haven't seen each other since they came here today. I, who has been pinching fish with you for several days, have never seen your face! Xiao Liqiang added.

Uh, well, it's time for a showdown, I'm Yue Feng! Seeing that he couldn't escape, Yue Feng simply pulled off his face scarf, revealing his angular face.

Yue... Yue Feng! You are Yue Feng!! Are you the Yue Feng live broadcast on the seafood platform? The one with more than 10 million fans?

After Xiao Liqiang heard Yue Feng's name, he stuttered.

Yuefeng Fishing Club is not well-known, after all, the newly established club has no record. But the word Yue Feng is a resounding figure,

Fishing king, internet celebrity with tens of millions of fans, outdoor fishing master, holder of many world fishing records.

I didn't expect such a fraudulent person to be so young, and even less good-looking, to hang out with a small and infamous team.

Yue Feng scratched his head, regretting his decision to lead his team to fish with these people.