"Let's use the most ordinary ones first!"

Originally, Wen Ting and Sun Lei wanted to help Lin Yun rent a green fishing rod together, but Lin Yun declined.

He didn't pay attention to this spirit stone at all, but there was no need to use the best fishing rod as soon as he came up, anyway, he just tried it today.

Xingli understood what Lin Yun meant, and immediately rented a cyan fishing rod for everyone.

Of course, except for Lin Feng, who told them on the way to Ting just now that Lin Feng, as a puppet, would not be able to catch the dead fish.

The Dead Fish is a very special kind of creature, which can only be caught by creatures with flesh and soul, and Lin Feng, as a puppet, even if he has a certain amount of spiritual intelligence, he can't let the Dead Fish have a sense of him.

After renting the fishing rod, the group quickly flew towards the cliff.

When they arrived at the top of the Death Cliff, Lin Yun found that the area here was huge, and there was a bottomless crack in the middle of the entire Life Cliff, which was where the Life Fish was located.

There were already quite a few monks sitting there fishing, and there was also a wooden house at the edge of the cliff of the afterlife, in which sat five or six immortal monks and a member of the Jiao clan in the early stage of Nirvana.

This is the place to recycle the dead fish, and as long as you catch the dead fish, you can definitely give a satisfactory price.

Of course, most monks don't send the fish to sell it at all, or they are bought at a high price before they are even delivered here.

Of course, there is not no business here, and many monks with weaker cultivation will immediately coerce and lure high-level monks after catching the dead fish.

When threatened, as long as these low-ranking monks speak out that they will sell the raw fish to the recycling house. The people in the hut will immediately intervene to solve the immediate problem of the fish seller, and collect the raw fish at a fair price.

After all, the Sleepless City and the Western Sea Demon Clan also need to enter the Burial Buddha Plateau, and there are not so many of them who are lucky.

So they came up with this way to raise the raw fish, who thinks they have the strength and capital.

Lin Yun led a few people to a remote place, and asked Ting and Sun Lei to teach everyone how to fish.

After all, before going to sea, he asked Haige to conduct special training for this kind of thing, so only Lin Yun and the others didn't know the method.

Of course, this kind of fishing not only depends on everyone's luck, but also on the strength of their cultivation.

There is an inexplicable power in this mountain stream, which will constantly cancel out the Yuan Force released by the angler.

Therefore, anglers must always maintain the output of Yuan Li, and this state needs to be stable all the time to have the opportunity to catch raw fish.

Monks who are strong in cultivation will spend more time fishing, while those who are weaker in cultivation will be relatively shorter.

For example, Lin Yun could sit there motionless for a long time, while Qing'er and Xing Honghong insisted on not being able to stop for a quarter of an hour to recover for a while.

Lin Yun looked up and looked at the other side of the Xiangsheng Cliff, there was a ferry crossing about 100 meters or so, which was the entrance to the bitter sea.

The place where the entire bitter sea meets the cliff of the dead is only about a hundred meters away, and above the ferry is a small wooden boat parked, and on the boat sits a figure covered in black cloth.

Lin Yun guessed that the black shadow should be the ferryman.

Everyone who came here knew the existence of the ferryman, Lin Yun deliberately walked towards that side just now, and found that as long as he was within a few tens of meters of the ferry, an extremely uncomfortable feeling arose for him.

Lin Yun divided his divine sense and wanted to investigate, but before he was ready, the ferryman suddenly raised his head, and a pair of empty eyes opened through the gap between the black cloth, and the frightened Lin Yun hurriedly avoided it.

"No one knows the origin of the ferryman, but as long as you take the raw fish over, you won't have this feeling, and no one can understand this matter."

Seeing Lin Yun's performance, Wen Ting explained to him with a smile.

Lin Yun nodded, and simply ignored these for now, but quietly cast the rod and fished.

"This fishing is really boring!"

When Qing'er rested for the second time, the last bit of interest in fishing for raw fish was gone.

"Give me a quiet fishing, it's a kind of training!"

Lin Yun reprimanded Qing'er with a straight face, signaling Qing'er to regard this situation as a kind of cultivation.

Qing'er pouted helplessly, but finally continued to fish like Xing Honghong.

Lin Yun hadn't lifted his fishing rod since he put it down for the first time, and several black mist had already appeared under his fishing rod at this time.

These fish exist in the form of mist in the mountain stream, and after being fished out of the mountain stream, they will turn into black fish, except for the difference in breath, there is not much difference from normal fish.

He tried to probe with his divine sense, but found that his divine sense could only penetrate a hundred meters into it, and then he could not detect anything.

At a depth of 100 meters, you can see it with the naked eye, which means that the divine consciousness is useless where it cannot be seen with the naked eye.

Since he couldn't probe it, Lin Yun immediately gave up.

He took out a few high-grade spirit stones and put them in his arms, and then calmed down, slowly feeling if there were any fish biting at the end of his Yuan Force.

"Ah, there is, there is!"

After half a day had passed, an Immortal Early Stage Cultivator not far from Lin Yun had a look of ecstasy on his face and cried out excitedly.

The monk had managed to pay for the boarding of the ship, and then followed the forces of the city that never sleeped.

As the first person to catch a raw fish today, he was extremely happy in his heart, after all, it was a good sign.

At the monk's shout, a black mist was thrown up by him, and when the mist left the mountain stream, it immediately turned into a large black fish, fluttering its tail.

And at the same time as the monk threw the raw fish up, countless eyes gathered towards him, and at the same time, high-ranking monks slowly walked towards him.

These are the people of the major forces in the city that never sleeps, and they are sending a message to the monk as they go, hoping that the other party will give away this dead fish.

"This ......"

It was obvious that this Immortal Immortal Monk was coming and going to the Cliff for the first time, and he was under the pressure of so many forces that he didn't know what to do for a while.

"Let's catch it, it's so high-profile, he can't keep this fish!"

Sun Lei shook his head and sighed when he saw the monk's six gods without a master.

As a monk in the early stages of immortality, he could understand how this person felt in the face of such pressure.

But the reality is like this, the law of the jungle has always been an iron law in the rivers and lakes, and it is difficult for cultivators to avoid it.