The reason why he stayed was not because Big Brutal took it upon himself to use water splash, but because...
"Snapped--"
The big and cruel body jumped up high, and the splashing water, which was originally useless in the future, was like a series of slaps hitting the body of the love fish.
The love fish was kicked up high, then fell down and was kicked up again.
"Is this really a water splash?"
He Chen was stunned.
The love fish was hit by the water splash of the big killer and was unable to fight back. After a while, it was slapped on the shore by the tail of the big killer.
He Chen was stunned and did not react.
"Hohohoho?"
Brutal: What's wrong?
"No, no, Brutal is awesome!"
He Chen swallowed his saliva.
Suddenly he had an idea.
Why does King Magikarp's strength increase significantly after evolving Gyarados?
According to his understanding, Magikarp's evolution into Gyarados also needs to be able to withstand enough energy.
Why it is difficult for many Magikarp to evolve into Magikarp? This is not only due to experience issues, but also due to the weakness of Magikarp during the period.
How could such a weak Magikarp withstand such a huge amount of energy?
Why do you have to learn how to hit in your previous life before you can evolve into Gyarados?
Coupled with the legend of the carp leaping over the dragon gate in the previous life...
It seems that water splashing is not that simple.
"Perhaps only the best Magikarp can turn Water Splash from the most useless skill into a real skill? The higher the Water Splash, the greater the potential?"
The more He Chen thought about it, the more it made sense.
"Big Brutal, you continue to patrol, I will take the love fish back."
This love fish is not heavy, so you can take it back for dinner and make a pot of fish soup.
"But Zi and Di are both helping, so I'm the only one cooking?"
He Chen has never eaten love fish before, so he doesn’t know what love fish tastes like.
Someone salvaged it a few days ago, but He Chen couldn't afford it, which was very embarrassing.
"But this wooden pole is not very practical!"
When He Chen returned home, he threw the fish into the water tank outside and dealt with it later during meal time.
He held the fishing rod in his hand and looked at it.
"The material of the pole is not good, and neither is the fishing line."
The fishing line must be strong, otherwise it will be bad if it breaks like later generations. The fishing rod was even more so, it was almost torn off just now.
"The love fish is like this, what should I do if I drop Kyogre in the future?"
He Chen touched his chin.
In previous games, fishing rods were graded, including super fishing rods, intermediate fishing rods and elementary fishing rods.
He estimated that it was based on the quality of the fishing rod, that is, the material of the pole and fishing line.
It’s just that in the previous life, alloys were used for fishing rods and special plastic materials were used for fishing lines.
"So, material is very important."
He Chen was troubled.
There are no good materials here! It’s either stone or wood. If it’s a world of cultivating immortals, it’s easy to say, there are some natural materials and earthly treasures. The problem is that this is the world of elves.
"It would be nice to have some power of the Lord God! Make a Lord Artifact for fun..."
"Hey, that's not right..."
He Chen's eyes suddenly lit up.
The power of the main god! The main artifact!
He remembered that he had seen in his previous life that the reason why the main artifact was powerful was not because of the strength of its material, but because of the power of the main god, that is, the power of the person who nurtured it.
In other words, if a main god holds an ordinary iron woodcutter and develops a main artifact, it will be more powerful than an artifact made from heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
"This protagonist has the power of waveguide!" He Chen was excited, but pondered for a while: "But it still requires better materials. The better the materials, the better the chance it will be cultivated."
After thinking about it, he weighed the fishing rod in his hand and decided to go to Xiaobai first and shoot some white things out. The more the better.
"As for wood... By the way, I don't know if there is any World Tree anymore!"
He Chen thought of the World Tree where the dream was.
But he gave up the idea in a flash.
There should still be a lot of fantasy in this era, and the World Tree probably hasn't even appeared yet!
"It's a pity that dreams exist, but I haven't encountered them." He Chen felt a little regretful.
In the legend He Chen learned about in his previous life, Meng Meng is the ancestor of all elves. It is likely that a group of Meng Meng evolved into many different elves.
Of course, I don’t know if it’s true or not.
After all, everything is a "legend", and legends are always false and exaggerated.
For example, in his previous life, He Chen thought that Suicune's three dogs were all resurrected as phoenixes, but later he learned that Suicune's three dogs were from their own tribes.
"Oh, I have to find a piece of wood first." While thinking, He Chen walked to Monument Mountain.
People from the Dahuang and Black Dog tribes were drying fish, and Xiaobai was using his telekinesis to help.
Now I fish regularly every day and I still catch a lot of fish. In addition to eating it normally, I have to dry the excess fish, otherwise I can’t store it at all.
Every household is transporting processed fresh fish and dried fish back and forth, and there are various elf companions guarding the dried fish.
Especially the three tribes of Black Dog seem to have experienced similar theft incidents before, so they are particularly afraid that someone or elves will steal their food.
The people of the Dahuang tribe are not very afraid, because in the past, when Grandpa Baidie's domain was there, no elves could come in. The people of the Dahuang tribe were very united, and there would be no theft at all.
"Xiaobai, come here quickly!"
He Chen shouted at the huge white figure flying in the sky.
Xiaobai was so busy with his work that he knew something was wrong when he saw He Chen like that, but he had no choice but to fly over helplessly.
"What?"
Xiaobai: What's the matter with you, old man?
"Here, use silk spinning..."
"puff--"
A large ball of white silk was stuck on He Chen's face.
"Bah, bah, bah..."
He Chen wiped it off and his face darkened: "I think you did it on purpose."
This kid must have wanted to take revenge on him for a long time.
"If you disobey me, I will send you on patrol tonight!"
"Mea~"
Xiaobai immediately lowered his eyebrows and flew down, stopped on He Chen's head, and rubbed it gently.
"Quickly, spin the silk."
He Chen was not in a good mood.
Xiaobai immediately opened his mouth and spat out, a silk thread appeared, and then fell into He Chen's hand.
"Come on, come on, come on, come on."
Xiaobai's eyes narrowed and he spit out a few more.
"Not enough."
"puff--"
“Come again, come again.”
"puff--"
…
Twenty minutes later.
"Mea~"
Xiaobai now looked sallow and thin, looking at He Chen imploringly.
"All right……"
He Chen saw that Xiaobai had really missed his shot.
Xiaobai's eyes suddenly showed the light of hope.
"Continue in half an hour, have a good rest!"
The hope in Xiaobai's eyes was shattered.
He Chen was funny: "By the way, you go to Uncle Mao and let him make it."
Unable to find a suitable fishing rod and stick, He Chen decided to just use this one.
…
"You said you wanted to make a fishing rod?"
Mao was a little surprised.
He felt that fishing with rods was too inefficient compared with fishing with nets.
"Yes, I want to hone my strength." He Chen just explained briefly.
Mao pondered for a moment, then stood up and said: "According to what Chen Wu said, the fishing rod should be hard and flexible at the same time, and it also needs a certain length..."
"Uh-huh."
He Chen nodded, and then felt a little regretful: "It's a pity that there is no such wood."
Unexpectedly, Mao shook his head: "It doesn't have to be just wood..."