It was already past ten o'clock when he returned to the game. He pulled up the fishing rod to check the situation, but suddenly found that his "irregular fishing bait", the essence of ninth-grade wild monsters, had disappeared. This showed that it was not that there were no fish here, but some picky fish.
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He hung up the ninth-grade wild monster essence again and threw it into the lake. After a while, the buoy moved, and he immediately pulled up the fishing rod. As he expected, the ninth-grade wild monster essence had disappeared.
"It seems that this fish is not only picky about food, but also very cunning." He hung up the ninth-grade wild monster essence again and threw it into the lake.
The buoy moved again, and he immediately pulled up the fishing rod again, but the essence disappeared again.
After repeating this several times, he was very puzzled, so he consulted the fishing master Zhang Ge.
Based on these circumstances, Brother Zhang initially judged that the problem should be with the fishing rod, and then made a bold idea: "This fish may not be a nine-grade fish anymore. You will definitely not be able to catch it with a nine-grade fishing rod and fishhook. You
You can try using an eighth-grade fishing rod."
"Eighth grade?" Hearing Brother Zhang's idea, he felt that it made sense, but the eighth-grade fish was definitely much stronger than the ninth-grade fish. Even if the eighth-grade fish was hooked, he didn't know if he would be able to pull it to the shore.
Unknown things are always mysterious and desirable. He replaced the ninth-grade fishing rod with an eighth-grade fishing rod, then hung the ninth-grade wild monster essence on it and threw it into the lake again.
Sure enough, not long after he put down the bait, the buoy moved a few times and then sank directly. This was a situation where the big fish was hooked. He immediately grabbed the fishing rod. The eighth-grade fish was indeed an eighth-grade fish and almost pulled him into the lake.
, fortunately, he activated his internal strength in time to stabilize his body.
It’s another time of strength and power competition. I remember the last time I walked fish like this was when I was fishing for nine-grade fish. But last time I consumed physical strength, but this time I consumed internal strength.
Looking at the fiercely struggling eighth-grade fish in the lake, he was not sure that he could catch it before his internal strength was exhausted.
A wonderful fish walk naturally requires an audience. There happened to be a female game anchor nearby. She originally planned to walk along the river to show the fans in her live broadcast room how many players were participating in the fishing competition. At the same time, she also wanted to give fans
They are curious so that fans can watch the wonderful scene of the big fish taking the bait in time.
By coincidence, when she first came to this remote place, she saw someone pulling a fishing rod from a distance. Although it was very blurry, it looked like he was fishing.
Seeing this scene, the beautiful anchor was still able to control her pace and immediately rushed over to see what was really going on.
Soon, there were more and more people eating melons nearby, but everyone had a tacit understanding and abided by the default rules. They stayed outside a certain range and watched quietly without making any noise.
The eighth-grade fish is indeed an eighth-grade fish. It has been ten minutes, and it is still swimming "happily" in the lake without being affected by the fishhook at all. Looking back at him, at this time, more than half of his internal energy has been consumed.
If this continues, it is likely to end without any illness.
At the last moment of the competition, the eighth-grade fish also slowly surfaced from the water. The onlookers finally saw this mysterious behemoth. It was twice as big as the ninth-grade fish, nearly one meter. It was huge.
The fish tail slapped the lake surface, stirring up waves.
"It's actually so much longer than a ninth-grade fish. Could it be an eighth-grade fish?" one of the melon-eaters asked in a low voice.
"It must be the eighth-grade fish, otherwise how could so many people not go to the competition but come here to watch the fish." People B.
"Shhhhhhh, you two, keep your voices down." People C.
In a person's life, he will eventually leave one regret after another. Facing the still active Bapinyu, he looked at his inner strength that had bottomed out and could only choose to give up.
So he began to loosen the fishing rod so that the fishing line was no longer tight, and the eight-pin fish took advantage of the situation to break free from the hook.
After being unhooked, the eight-pin fish slapped the lake surface hard with its tail, seeming to laugh at the angler's incompetence, and also seemed to thank the angler for sparing it a life.
The fish are getting further and further away, leaving only a group of players looking at the lake and sighing.
Everyone looked at the man standing on the stone. Although he hid his name at this time, since he had been able to fight with the Eighth Grade Fish for so long, he was not an unknown person.
"Brother, may I ask Gao's name?" A player came forward.
"Brother, you look very familiar to me, are you?" Another player asked.
"Master, add a friend."
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The melon-eaters turned into fans and sent friend requests one after another.
"He is the Sword Demon." A voice came from a distance. This person had attended the founding meeting of the Chaowei Feng Gang before and marked Feng, so he recognized Feng's identity as soon as they met.
"No wonder he can compete with the Eighth Grade Fish. It turns out to be the Sword Demon."
"I'm just telling you, no wonder it looks so familiar. It turns out to be the Sword Demon."
"Excuse me, the sword demon has appeared, is the gun god still far away?"
Seeing that his identity has been exposed, he regretted not wearing a mask, because the mask can not only hide his identity, but also make his appearance look cool. It is a must-have artifact for home travel.
The rivers and lakes are noisy and disputed, and the rivers and lakes are full of human relations. At this moment, he just wanted to stay away, so he immediately commanded the big black horse to rush back, then got on his horse, and escaped from this "jiangs and lakes" under the watchful eyes of the melon-eating crowd.
The eighth-grade fish was not caught, and he had no desire to continue fishing. When he appeared at the lake again, he had put on a brand new mask.
Among the crowd, there are only one out of ten players wearing masks. He is just an ordinary member of the crowd and will not attract the attention of others at all.
He strolled to the most crowded place on the island in the middle of the lake. Because it was too noisy, there were no players participating in the fishing competition.
Players here have a variety of interests, including dancing, playing hide-and-seek, competing in martial arts, and dating as a couple. There is a saying in the application: "Where the interest is, there is the reward."
There is only one hour left before the battle, and the most important thing now is to maintain a good attitude.
So he transformed into a bystander, walking among the crowd, sometimes laughing, sometimes frowning and thinking, sometimes dumbfounded.
The time came to 11:30, and the fishing competition ended. The first place in the competition was three nine-pin fish, which was strong and well-deserved. After the fishing competition, the sales director of the "Laidian" beer company awarded the prize on the spot.
Prizes were awarded.
At this time, the three beauties also came back from shopping. They were thoughtful and brought fruit to Feng for lunch. Before the battle, you must maintain your strength but not be full, so fruit is the best choice.
Entering the game, the three beauties are still in the carriage, and the coachman Xiaotian is still driving the carriage with all his strength, trying to reach the Lake Center Island? Wangxin Peak before twelve o'clock.
Wangxin Peak is the landmark building here. It towers into the clouds and is proud of all other peaks. Standing at the bottom of the peak, you can only see the flowing white clouds, not the top of the mountain.
In half an hour, which can be said to be long or short, players in twos and threes have already begun to form teams and slowly walk to the competition venue halfway up Wangxin Peak.
As the protagonist, he naturally had to appear in an unusual way at a critical moment. So in the last few minutes before the competition started, he rode a big black horse from the bottom of the peak and flew quickly along the winding mountain road.
The fast-moving big dark horse allowed players along the road to see the true speed of the big dark horse.
The competition venue at the top of Wangxin Peak has already gathered a sea of players to watch the battle. Everyone is anxiously waiting for the arrival of the two protagonists. Some anchors come hours in advance to get the best photography position.
As the time was approaching, a figure came closer and closer. He was dressed in black and riding a high-speed black horse.
When he just reached the edge of the competition venue, he suddenly flew up, made a gorgeous and elegant tumbling motion in the air, and then stopped steadily in the center of the venue.
In order to achieve this "pretending" action, he practiced for a long time.
"Sword Demon"
"Sword Demon"
"Sword Demon"
His fans saw their idol and shouted loudly on the sidelines.
"Gun God"
"Gun God"
"Gun God"
Naturally, the fans of Dream Controller are not far behind, shouting their idol's name. Even if their idol has not yet arrived, their passion has not diminished at all.
Two voices came and went, intertwining with each other and resounding throughout the top of the mountain.
At this moment, a figure walked out of the crowd. He was wearing a cloak and his face and name were invisible.
Step by step, this person wandered to the center of the competition field, and finally came to the opposite side of the peak.
"Could he be the God of Guns?" All the players had this speculation in their minds.
After the man in the cloak came to the center of the competition arena, he opened his cloak with his hands and took the initiative to show his game name: "Situ Mingming".
Seeing that this person was not a dream controller, fans from both sides began to boo and verbally attack Situ Mingming.
"This is that little bastard. He is here to take advantage of the heat. Why don't you just get out of here?"
"If there wasn't an idol here, I would definitely go up and beat him up Xiang."
"Xiao Ming, you went to the wrong set. Go home and eat quickly."
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Faced with the players' doubts and attacks, Situ Mingming waved his arms up and down to signal the players to be quiet and give him a chance to explain.
However, the onlookers didn't give him any face at all, and the sarcastic voices continued one after another.
Feng also wanted to know what this "little Mingming" wanted to do and why the dream controller hadn't arrived yet, so he waved his arms up and down to signal the players to be quiet.
The role of idols is powerful. Under the energy of the sword demon, the players gradually calm down.
Situ Mingming began: "I am a player from Wanling County, an official from Wanling County, and the witness of today's competition."
"He is actually a witness. He was really unjustly scolded just now." He could not help but sympathize with the "little Mingming" in front of him.
Situ Mingming: "I know everyone is looking forward to this game, and everyone wants to know where the Gunslinger is now." Looking at the expectant eyes of the players on the sidelines, he continued: "Next, the Gunslinger will make his debut.