Fang Xiaozhou writhed on the ground like an earthworm for a while before slowly getting up. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info at this moment he looked really embarrassed, leaving a few strips of cloth sparsely hanging on his body, but fortunately, with the body of the hurricane eagle blocked, he didn't suffer any serious injuries, pulled a few times on the ground, and pinched up a dark cyan demon pill the size of a fish's eye, which was somewhat transparent.

Looking at the blood stains that were spilled on all sides, Fang Xiaozhou touched the small wounds on his body that had been cut out of dozens of wounds and said hatefully: "So if you don't die, you won't die, just pull out a few hairs from you, so what are you doing desperately, let's play myself to death now." ”

These small wounds were dense, as if they had been cut by a sharp knife cut, and they did not hurt the muscles and bones, but they were very painful. Fang Xiaozhou didn't know that these new feathers were second only to the demon pill-like existence for the Hurricane Eagle, and they were born by a body of vitality when they advanced, which could allow it to stabilize the realm in a short period of time, especially when he directly pulled it all out, so that its vitality was greatly damaged, and it was almost cut off from the possibility of advancing in the future, how could there be any reason not to fight with him.

Back to the Biliu River, Fang Xiaozhou endured the pain and washed his body, changed into clean clothes, and was about to go back to the Seven Star Courtyard, when he suddenly felt that the surrounding environment was somewhat familiar, it was the small fishing village where Old Man Ye lived by the river.

It was still early, Fang Xiaozhou thought about the fact that a red scale was equal to a crystal coin, and put aside the fact that he was now equivalent to five hundred contribution points, and prepared to earn some rations.

He would never have too much money.

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During this time, Old Man Ye was not very comfortable, and he went to practice with Yun Yatou for more than ten years, which made the old man feel a little uncomfortable, although it was only more than a month, he felt like a world away. Without Ye Yun'er clamoring to buy books, and the monastery sent him a lot of pill crystal coins a month ago, life became more comfortable, but the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

After catching fish for most of his life, he couldn't lose his old job, so he became the richest man on the river but stayed on the river for the longest time. Another net to be scooped up, feeling that the weight was abnormal, Old Man Ye estimated that this time he was afraid that there were three red scales, but he was no longer as happy as before, seeing that he couldn't pull those beasts, he subconsciously wanted to shout for the girl to help, and then smiled bitterly, and simply let go of this net.

There was a sudden commotion in the water, and Old Man Ye was startled, he had a psychological shadow in his last encounter, and he thought to himself, Isn't he going to encounter a demon beast again? I saw a person floating up with a fishing net, who is it not Fang Xiaozhou?

"Ouch, Xiaozhou, why are you?" Old Man Ye exclaimed with some joy.

"This is not to see your old man. Fang Xiaozhou said with a smile.

Old man Ye looked left and right, and said a little anxiously: "Yun girl... Didn't come with you?"

Fang Xiaozhou was stunned and said, "Yun'er, I haven't seen her for a long time, but don't worry, she's doing well." ”

Old man Ye pulled him up from the water and lit a dry tobacco, since Ye Yun'er entered the monastery, he had the habit of smoking. Said slowly: "I know, Yun girl is amazing, there was an immortal master here a while ago, saying that he wanted to take me into the Heavenly Master's Mansion." ”

Fang Xiaozhou was surprised: "Then why don't you go?" If you go there, you can be happy when you are old, and it is convenient to meet Yun'er." ”

Old man Ye knocked on the cigarette stick: "Happiness, what is happiness, I fish on this river, this is called happiness." If you want me to leave the place where these generations have worked hard, how can I have the face to meet the ancestors below in the future?"

Fang Xiaozhou sat down: "What you said is reasonable, anyway, you can always see it in the future." ”

The old man squinted and enjoyed, and suddenly asked, "Anyway, what are you looking for me?"

Fang Xiaozhou took out a jade porcelain bottle and gave it to him, it was the remaining bottle of Qingxin Pill, he was very picky of himself, but he was righteous to others. Said slowly: "One is to bring you some pills to pay homage, and the other is to catch fish." ”

Old man Ye looked at him puzzled: "Catch fish?"

Fang Xiaozhou lied: "Yes, in order to familiarize yourself with the spell. ”

Where would Old Man Ye be deceived by him, and understood: "Lack of money? I have some, and I don't need it anyway." ”

Fang Xiaozhou hurriedly interrupted him: "Don't, how can I take your money, I still owe you a life." The two looked at each other, and Fang Xiaozhou said sincerely: "I really don't need to, I said that I came to practice magic after all, if I use your money, how can I practice this? ”

His practice is not all lying, the water binding technique is very weak for him, but practicing it can also improve his ability to control his spiritual power.

Old man Ye didn't force it, took out a jar of wine and slapped it open, and asked, "Do you want a bowl?"

This small boat is like selling groceries, Fang Xiaozhou smiled: "Dare to obey your fate?"

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"If you touch the water, you will make water, and if you touch the fire, you can make a fire, and if you are electrocuted, you can still generate electricity? Water Bondage!"

The three columns of water rushed out like ropes, sealing all the retreats of the fleeing red scales, twisting and twisting, and with a soft bang, the poor red scales exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Fang Xiaozhou hung on the side of the boat with a pale face, a little annoyed. The most irritating thing about the attributeless spiritual root is here, if it is a Dao skill, it is easy to say, once the spell is cast, the spiritual power in the sea of qi suddenly gushes out as if it is not capital, just like just now, Fang Xiaozhou originally only wanted to catch the red scales, but all of a sudden, the glass-like starlight in the sea of qi was instantly emptied, and the red scales were not even considered demon beasts, where could they withstand this kind of powerful spell, so Fang Xiaozhou could only look at the blood and sigh.

How to control the frequency of the output of spiritual power in the body? This question is quite profound, for most monks, mobilizing a little more means using an extra part of the force, and the power will naturally be greater; mobilizing less spiritual power means using less force, and the power will be smaller. But Fang Xiaozhou was not an ordinary person, he only transported a little spider silk slender spiritual power at the beginning, but as soon as the remaining spiritual power was agitated, it was not controlled by him at all, and all of them followed.

Fang Xiaozhou's current ability and insight were obviously not enough to change this drawback, which had been powerless for countless years, so he could only accept it silently. However, his goal now is not to practice magic as he said, but to really save money.

Neither the old man nor himself can be fooled.

After resting for a while, Fang Xiaozhou dived into the water. Those red scales were not deep, and they were quite spiritual, and when they felt the breath on Fang Xiaozhou's body, they immediately scattered and fled, not daring to stay in place at all.

This made Fang Xiaozhou difficult, he couldn't swim those red scales in the water, and if he wanted to attack them from a distance, he could only use the water binding technique, and as soon as the water binding technique would directly blow them up, could it be that he would go down and drink blood directly?

It's disgusting... Fang Xiaozhou thought about it, suddenly came out of the water and asked, "Uncle Ye, give me the fish scale knife!"

Old man Ye was smoking and basking in the sun, and when he heard this, he threw the knife over casually, and lamented: "How can you say that you are also a cultivator, why do you have to come and grab jobs with us bitter ha?"

Fang Xiaozhou didn't know what he was thinking, weighed the weight of the knife, and then tied it around the fishing line of dozens of meters. More than ten meters away, there was a red scale staring at him with fish eyes, Fang Xiaozhou was angry, he really thought that there was no way to rule them?

The fish scale knife turned into silver light and broke through the water, instantly submerged from the red scale head, and the small boat below was extremely skillful, and with the sharp cutting of the fish scale knife, it did not split it in two, but stuck in the fish bone, and pulled it over as soon as he pulled the fishing line in his hand and threw it onto the deck.

He smiled and looked at the fish who obviously didn't know the seriousness of the matter, leaned over, it was not easy to aim on the water, and there was no such worry underwater, and he hunted and killed them for a while, with the momentum of wanting to kill them all and fish with all his might.

"Why do I catch fish, you ask? How can I tell you?"

"Because I'm a man who is destined to be a good fisherman!"