Wei Yiyi said coquettishly: "The fish here are almost fine, and the ones that bite the hook are only so big." He held out his thumb and forefinger as he spoke, "Put them back in the lake." ”

Lu Weiman couldn't help but look back at the shore, when she came over, she saw that the entourage roasted and stewed in the pot looked quite big.

Fang Pei seemed to see her doubts and explained, "Ah Li asked someone to make a raft. He pointed to one place.

The crowd looked in the direction of his finger and saw a raft floating on the lake between the two mountains in the southwest corner.

The young man in white stood on it very casually, and the attendant on his side seemed to be holding a fishing net in his hand and dragging it on the surface of the lake.

This way of fishing Lu Weiman had seen in the original world, but he didn't expect that he could fish like this here.

"Well, the fish is coming, let's go over there and wait." Fang Pei said, "It's almost ready to eat." ”

Several people withdrew from the pavilion one after another, and Fang Xuan, who was at the end, suddenly exclaimed: "It's not good." ”

The crowd immediately stopped, turned around and followed her line of sight.

I saw that the originally calm lake surface had changed to a noisy appearance of splashing water at some point, and countless fish penetrated the lake surface and pounced on the two people on the raft.

Rong Li wielded a silver sword and blocked the fish that were approaching him, and some of them collided with the sharp blades and were instantly cut in two.

The right hand of the attendant, who was originally holding the fishing net, should have been bitten, drenched in blood, and had already been dyed red, and the left hand was holding the sword and wielding it vigorously.

Once the fish touched it, it seemed to be glued, and it couldn't be torn off, so it had to be cut into two pieces with a sword.

The place where the accident happened was still far away from the shore, and Lu Weiman could only see that the fish had white and red, more white and less red, and there were many of them, and they were not small, and they should belong to the same species.

"It's a tiger toothfish." Fang Pei's expression was solemn.

A trace of panic flashed in Fang Xuan's eyes, and he was a little anxious: "Brother, what should I do?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the raft in the center of the lake suddenly shattered and shattered into small pieces of broken wood.

The retinue on the raft instantly fell into a school of fish.

A terrible scream followed.

"Ah...... Save ......"

The attendant only had time to utter a single word, and the whole person disappeared from the surface of the lake, leaving only a crimson lake.

Rong Li stepped on a piece of broken wood that was no bigger than his palm, and while swinging his sword, he raised his foot and kicked the surrounding broken wood to the shore, some of which flew up and fell, and some moved quickly against the surface of the lake.

Rong Li jumped lightly, jumped on a piece of broken wood, and slapped the water with his sword in the gap that his sword resisted, causing the nearby broken wood to move to the shore again.

As he slashed at the flying tiger toothfish, he jumped to the shore, stepping on the broken wood to get closer to the shore.

"Brother, think of a way." Fang Xuan pulled Pei's arm.

Fang Pei looked at the figure that kept moving on the surface of the lake, and his dark brown eyes moved slightly: "Quick, throw branches into the lake, as long as it is something that can float, throw it in, the farther you throw it, the better." ”

Fang Xuan was already smart, but he forgot to think about it in a hurry, but when he heard Fang Pei say it at this moment, he immediately thought of a better way.

Her root happens to be the wood elemental.

She stood by the lake, contemplating her luck and reciting the mantra, her arms outstretched, palms forward, facing the lake.

After a while, bubbles began to rise on the surface of the lake, and as the bubbles increased, the dead branches and leaves and aquatic plants that had sunk to the bottom of the lake slowly emerged from the water and floated on the surface of the lake.

The dead branches and leaves wrapped in moss have turned dark green like aquatic plants, and they intermittently converge on the surface of the lake, forming an incomplete pontoon bridge that moves towards the center of the lake.