fishing the heavens

Chapter 272 How to control the fishing rod!
The space in the hall seemed to be frozen, and everyone was shocked by the news that Qin couldn't throw out.

"Is this impossible? For so many years, I never knew that the patriarch actually had a son?"

"Yes! The patriarch must be trying to delay the time. Maybe the patriarch has some way to cure Qin Wutian?"

"Impossible. Excuse me, everyone knows that the young patriarch is your only heir. How is it possible to have an extra son now!"

Afterwards, there was a sound of discussion like landslides and ground cracks, and more than a dozen elders spoke one after another.

"Hmph, are you questioning me?"

Qin couldn't rise up with a huge aura, and stared at everyone coldly. It seemed that he was too kind, and dared to refute himself like this!

A group of elders looked at Qin Fubo warily. After feeling the huge aura, everyone remembered the previous title of the Lord in front of them. They were like ducks being strangled by the neck, and many discussions stopped abruptly.

Qin couldn't look around, and no one dared to look at him. A group of elders and villains knew that whoever dared to stand up at this time would be the chicken that Qin couldn't kill!

"I can tell you that Wutian is only my second son, and Beifeng is my eldest son! As for whether he is my son, there are too many ways to prove it! This matter ends here, there is no one who is born in the middle stage Just don’t jump out and make a fool of yourself.”

Qin Fufu said in a cold voice, giving these people hope, but among the juniors of the Qin family in Nuo Da, there is not a single one in the mid-priest stage!

Qin couldn't turn around and leave the hall, leaving behind a group of elders to watch each other.

"Great elder, do you think what the patriarch said is true?"

An elder ranked seventh asked Qin Leng.

"Yeah, I've never heard that the patriarch has a son. If this is true, then wouldn't it mean that I, the younger generation, are not destined to be the young patriarch?"

The other elder was a little worried. This was nothing to lose. Not to mention offending Qin, he hadn't reaped any benefits.

"how could I know!"

Qin Leng's face was very ugly, he turned around and walked away. In fact, he had believed more than half of Qin's words. After all, this kind of thing cannot withstand investigation. Now there are many ways to easily prove the relationship between two people.

But he couldn't help being reconciled, "Qin Can't, oh, Qin Can't, you're lucky!"

Qin Leng sighed, his back was a bit bleak, as if he had aged a few years suddenly.

As for killing Beifeng, Qin Ling never thought about it, the more strong people in the younger generation, the better, it's all for the family!
No one knows Qin Wutian's strength better than the seventeen elders. It is no exaggeration to say that in a life-and-death fight, more than half of the elders are not Qin Wutian's opponents!

But according to the words of the dozen or so dead masters, Qin Wutian could only hold on for a few moves before being defeated by the opponent. This kind of strength is simply terrifying!
The next day, the sun rose high, and the north wind got up from the bed.

Xiao Guangming's breathing method has been cultivated to the peak, and there will be no abnormal phenomena if he practices it again, that is, he will not be able to absorb the light of the early sun. Because of this, Bei Feng does not have to wake up so early in the morning.

Lin Mei had already arrived and was teaching Xuan Yue and the three-headed dog in the room. To Lin Mei's expectation, both the person and the dog were very smart, and they could be said to have a vivid memory, which made Lin Mei's teaching a lot easier.

"Chirp!"

The little fox jumped onto Beifeng's shoulder and gently rubbed his head against Beifeng's face.

A knowing smile appeared on the corner of Beifeng's mouth, this kind of life was the life he wanted, and when he became stronger step by step, he was getting closer and closer to the life he wanted.

"The weather is fine today, just to see what else is hiding in the lake."

Beifeng became interested, took the little fox and walked halfway up the mountain.

The surface of the small lake is covered with layers of smog, like a hot spring, but it is cold to the touch.

With a thought of Beifeng, a third-grade hibiscus wooden fishing rod appeared in his hand, and a piece of Moyu Snow Dragon King flesh and blood the size of an egg was hung on the hook, and he threw it towards the dark place in the center of the lake in the distance!
The fishing line on this three-grade hibiscus wooden fishing rod seems to be infinite, and the turntable is always full. This line looks thin and thin, and it is transparent. It is easy to ignore if you don’t pay attention.

It looks like it will break if you pull it lightly, but it is ten million times stronger than a steel wire of the same volume!
"Boom!"

The fishhook drew a parabola in the air and fell in the center of the lake, splashing water in twos or twos.

Beifeng sat patiently on a big cold rock, the old god was watching the lake, and the little fox disappeared into the woods a few times.

Perhaps Moyu Snow Dragon King's allure was too great, and after a while, four or five fish with a length of half a meter surrounded the area.

Beifeng began to inject his own blood into the fishing rod, turning into a filament and extending towards the fishing line. The crystal clear fishing line began to turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Like a crystal clear fishing line with a hollow in the middle, Beifeng's Qi and blood extend infinitely on the fishing line, and the fishing line is as red as agate!

A different kind of experience arises in Beifeng's heart, which is a more advanced use of the blood in his body!

Turn gas into silk!

This is a state where one's own strength can be condensed to a high degree, so that everything is invincible and everything is invincible!

But Beifeng didn't reach this state, it was just opportunistic at this time, and he reached this state with the help of the magic of the fishing line!

"Unexpectedly, it was just a sudden idea, but it made me understand fishing rods better!"

Beifeng didn't open his eyes, he closed them peacefully, and whispered softly.

I didn't see how the north wind moved, the fishing line on the fishing rod seemed to come alive, and the originally flimsy fishing line instantly collapsed and straightened!
Like a hard wire, not a flimsy wire!

Under the control of Beifeng's energy and blood, the fishing line easily crossed several half-meter-long big fish surrounding it!

A few big fish were instantly drawn by the silk thread and cut into countless thin slices!
A layer of blood stained a small piece of water red, so that some docile herbivorous fish dare not approach!
Under Beifeng's control, a fishing line instantly turned into a peerless weapon. Any fish that enters within a radius of two meters is Beifeng's hunting target!

I don't know if it's because the killing spirit on the water is too heavy, and there is not a single fish that has reached the level of a monster!

Beifeng was not discouraged, he didn't catch any fish, but he had an extra way to operate the fishing rod!
Although the current operation is still immature and can only kill prey with a radius of two meters around the hook, Beifeng believes that this is only temporary. As long as he exercises again and again, he can eventually manipulate the fishing line as he wants!

And with the tenacity of the upper fishing line, it is enough to become your strongest trump card!
The fishing line does not need to be sharp, because it is thin and thin, but it is extremely tough. It only needs to add a little strength and speed, and this fishing line is the sharpest weapon!
(End of this chapter)