The sky was overcast, with scattered snowflakes falling slowly.

On the moat of Wofeng Imperial Capital, a figure wrapped in black mist is sitting quietly on the bluestone.

"It's so slow."

The figure gently lifted a simple wooden fishing rod, and a piranha was caught on the shore.

He chuckled and looked not far away.

There, a figure in the black mist was walking slowly with his hands behind his back.

The weeds and wildflowers on the ground are withering at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into dust and disappearing.

The man's skin is as fair as jade, his shoulder-length black hair is draped wildly behind his back, and a pair of pale gold snake-shaped ceramic earrings hang from each ear.

The upper body is covered with a black gold-patterned gauze, exposing the chest, and the lower body is wearing a black wing dress.

There are several exquisite bronze bells on his waist, and from time to time there is a clear and crisp sound of collision on the road.

A faint black air lingered around him, and from time to time a few small insects flew out of it.

The person who came was none other than the witch master from the southern continent.

Taking out a luxurious fishing rod inlaid with jade from the ring, the witch master slowly came to sit next to the figure in the black mist.

Hang up the fifth-level spiritual plant at will, adjust the angle, and swing the hook, all in one movement.

Glancing at the Witch Lord Cracked Version Fishing Rod.

With a move of his hand, the figure in the mist took out a luxurious fishing rod made of purple gold. He also attached a fifth-level spiritual plant and began fishing slowly.

The two sides fell into silence, and arc ripples began to appear on the calm water.

"Took the bait."

The witch master said calmly to the god master next to him.

"Um."

"Reinhardt has already started taking action. Witch Lord of the Southern Continent, how can we massacre the city?"

"I mean your fishing rod is hooked, don't you mention it?"

Lord Aoki's body froze.

Quickly lifting the rod, a palm-sized piranha was caught on the shore.

"It's a pity that a fifth-level spiritual plant was wasted."

"It's a pity."

"Witch Master, you've been hooked too."

Looking at the Witch Master who was not moving at all, God Master Aoki kindly reminded him.

"Know."

Lifting the pole, a first-order piranha emerged from it, flying and sliding in the air.

"pity."

Lord Aoki couldn't help but feel a little gloating about his misfortune.

"You two are so bad at fishing, don't you know how to fish? You've wasted such a good fishing rod in vain."

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Hearing this, the Witch Master and God Master Qingmu both turned their heads and looked behind them.

At some point, a man wearing a nightcap and carrying a small bucket was standing behind the two of them, holding his chin in his hand and commenting.

Next to it, there is a free-range chicken version of a giant sluggish thunder pigeon.

A slender purple feather on his head dangled.

Very festive.

The air became quiet.

After a long while, Lord Aoki, who was in a state of panic, held back a sentence: "Who are you?"

"Come to fish."

Green Tea happily sat next to the witch master and took out a wooden fishing rod.

Lord Qingmu looked at the shaman master sitting beside you, his meaning was obvious, who is he?

The witch master shook his head, indicating that he didn't recognize him.

"Little fat pigeon, please don't run around, otherwise we will stew you and make pigeon soup."

"Gu Gu?"

The Thunder Dove, which was about to flee, blinked and stayed where it was.

For a moment, the moat fell into an eerie silence.

"You're late, Green Tea Sword Fairy."

In mid-air, the space suddenly opened, revealing a space crack several meters wide.

A handsome man with bare feet and a black star-patterned robe slowly walked out.

There was also a fishing rod on his shoulder.

Carrying a small red wooden bucket.

"It's not too late, I've just arrived, Baihua Sword Immortal."

Green Tea smiled, waved, and continued to look at the calm water in front of her with concentration.

Lord Aoki stared blankly at the man walking barefoot in the air and walking slowly.

The figure is extremely handsome, with a pair of eyes full of lifeless color, a high bridge of nose, and thin lips, just like the immortal in the painting.

At this time, there is a nostalgic smile on the front, just like a gathering of old friends.

"Sword Immortal? Two names?"

Lord Aoki's hand shook, and the deluxe version of the fishing rod almost fell into the moat.

Breaking open the space at will, the ninth-level swordsman is strong!

Beads of sweat slowly seeped down his forehead.

"Green Tea Sword Immortal, who are these two young men?"

Baihua Sword Immortal glanced at the frozen Lord Qingmu and the Witch Lord.

Countless dazzling sword lights filled the air in his dead gray pupils.

"By the way, who are you two?"

Green Tea patted his head and looked at the two of them doubtfully.

"Forehead…"

"We're here to fish, two nobodies."

The witch master silently hung up the fifth-level spiritual plant, flicked the hook, and choked out a sentence.

"I see."

Hearing the explanation, Baihua Sword Immortal nodded, carried the small red bucket and came to sit next to Lord Aoki.

moment.

Lord Aoki’s hair stood on end!

In a trance.

He saw several giant mountain peaks as high as the sky, all of which were annihilated by the invisible sword light with just one look from the man.

The feeling of horror is eroding the body and even the soul!

Ten of them are not enough to kill the other party.

This is an intuition!

"Goo!"

Thunder Dove blinked its eyes, walked up to Baihua Sword Immortal and looked up.

"Where did the fat pigeon come from?"

Baihua Sword Immortal frowned and stretched out his hand to pinch the opponent's slender feathers.

"I am raised by an interesting little friend, who cooks very delicious food and makes good tea."

"Little fat pigeon, come here quickly, be careful he will kill you."

"Gu Gu?"
To be continued...