Chapter 1700 There is something wrong with this water!
The fish hasn't taken the bait yet, and Yang Yi can't be sure when the fish will take the bait.
And it's not like he didn't see it just now. When the fishing rod in the old man's hand was bitten by the hook, the fishing rod was bent into something.
Yang Yi wasn't sure if he could even lift that kind of power.
A few minutes passed, and Yang Yi felt as if he was about to lose all his strength.
There was a strong numbness and tingling sensation in his hand, which made Yang Yi want to let go.
He had not experienced such a feeling for a long, long time.
After holding on for another minute, Yang Yi finally couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said, "Senior, I can't hold on any longer!"
A thin stream of cold sweat broke out on Yang Yi's forehead, and his arms began to tremble, but he gritted his teeth and persisted.
"It lasted a few minutes, not bad."
"However, don't forget what I said. Only when you catch the fish can you go to the ninth floor."
The old man said with a smile, and then stretched out his hand to pull the fishing rod in Yang Yi's hand out of the river.
The moment Yang Yi let go of his hand, he lay completely on the grass.
His whole body was already dripping with sweat, and his whole body was staring blankly at the sky.
The cattle and sheep came to him without knowing when. Yang Yi was buried in the grass, hearing the sound of the cattle and sheep chewing.
In the past few minutes, he had been using his energy to support himself just now. If he had only used his own strength, he would have been able to hold on for less than two minutes.
"Sometimes, some of your decisions will backfire on you. You might as well try not using the source and just use your own original power to control the fishing rod."
"Maybe we can achieve the effect you want?"
The old man smiled and said, Even though he gently swung the fishing rod in his hand, the hook fell into the river water, and the old man closed his eyes and said no more.
Yang Yi nodded, savoring what the old man just said.
If they only relied on the strength of their physical bodies, these cultivators in the Soul Realm could only sustain it for five seconds at most.
And even if you are extremely talented, you can't guarantee that you can last for one minute, only fifteen seconds at most.
However, what the old man said is not unreasonable. If you only use the source of energy, it is equivalent to increasing your own strength. Even if you don't have the source of energy, or do not use the source of energy, you can still use the power of your body to defeat people in the same realm.
opponent.
After resting for half an hour, Yang Yi felt that the pain in his arms had eased. He got up from the ground and stretched his muscles.
This time, he decided to use his own power to fish as the old man said.
Sitting on the small bench, Yang Yi gently threw the fishing rod out, and then all the strength in his body exploded at this moment, holding on to the fishing rod without letting go.
Fifteen seconds later, Yang Yi's arm softened and he subconsciously let go of the fishing rod.
The whole person collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.
However, the fishing rod did not fall into the river, but fell on the ground. This strange state attracted Yang Yi's attention.
Could it be that
"Your physique is so bad, so bad!"
"You can't hold on for even a minute. You have the worst constitution among all the people I have ever seen!"
Seeing this, the old man shook his head helplessly and mocked without hesitation
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With that look, he looked as disgusted as possible, and it simply made Yang Yi worthless.
When Yang Yi saw this, he became even more helpless.
Being able to hold on for fifteen seconds is already pretty good!
"Okay, okay, let's continue practicing!"
The old man said with disdain, "You're like you, you haven't been a hundred and eighty years, and you still want to fish?"
With that said, the old man closed his eyes again and fished quietly.
When Yang Yi heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then gave a helpless smile.
Do I really want to stay in this place for a hundred and eighty years?
It's impossible, he doesn't believe it. Isn't it just fishing? Is it possible to stump him?
After adjusting his condition, Yang Yi lifted the fishing rod again, flicked it, and threw it into the river.
This time, Yang Yi held on to the fishing rod tightly, feeling the increasingly heavy power, and even the veins on his arms were beating.
When fifteen seconds passed, Yang Yi's arm began to tremble again. However, this time, Yang Yi did not choose to let go. Instead, he held on to the fishing rod tightly.
"ah!"
Yang Yi couldn't help but roared. This sound directly scared away the fish on the old man's side who were about to bite the hook, and they swam away in an instant.
However, Yang Yi persisted for eighteen seconds.
It took two seconds longer than before.
"Crack."
Yang Yi finally couldn't hold on any longer, and lay down on the ground after letting go of his hand, breathing heavily.
However, the old man quit and jumped in anger, "What's your name? I'll beat you to death! You scared all my fish away! You pay me for it!" > When Yang Yi heard this, he said with a mixture of laughter and tears, "Senior, I didn't mean it. Besides, you didn't say you weren't allowed to scream!"
Hearing this, the old man glared at Yang Yi fiercely and swung the fishing rod in his hand as if to hit Yang Yi. Yang Yi was so excited that he quickly stood up and hid far away.
The old man snorted coldly, took out a pack of yellow stuff from his pocket, which looked like yellow sand in the desert, and threw it into the river.
The yellow sand-like thing fell into the river, looking like fish bait.
In just a moment, the fish were once again surrounding the old man's fishing rod, happily eating fish food.
"Just hold on to your fishing rod honestly. If you act recklessly again, I'll throw you down to feed the fish!"
With that said, the old man closed his eyes.
Yang Yi got up from the ground, sat on a small bench and wiped the sweat from his face.
Looking at the extremely clear river water, I couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
Is this river really an ordinary river? Why has it become so heavy?
And are those red and black fish really just ordinary fish?
How could an ordinary fish turn into a source of energy and increase his realm?
The more Yang Yi thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He simply came to the river, then stretched out his hand and touched it tentatively.
The moment Yang Yi's hand touched the river water, Yang Yi felt as if his hand was melted. The severe pain made him pull out his hand for a moment. When he took it out, he saw that the flesh and blood had disappeared without a trace.
There is no trace, only five finger bones are still in the hand.
With a thought in Yang Yi's mind, the energy surged back to its original appearance.
