God of Fishing



Han Fei shook his head. "I'm not interested in that. Help me borrow a Distanceless Gate from your family."

"Puff! Cough, cough, cough…"

Feng Xingliu choked and burst into tears. "No, Brother, you're my biological brother, OK? Aren't we a bit hasty? Are you going to attack the Sea of Stars so early?"

Han Fei thought to himself, so the Phoenix Divine Race did have a Distanceless Gate! But this was within his expectations. The Phoenix Divine Race cultivated in the Chaotic Fire Domain all year round, and the Chaotic Fire Domain was just like their home. Since there were nine Distanceless Gates, there was no reason why the Chaotic Fire Domain didn't have any. As he expected, the Phoenix Divine Race was in control of the Distanceless Gate in the Chaotic Fire Domain.

Han Fei was lost for words. "Of course not! I just want to take you to earn some opportunities."

Feng Xingliu didn't believe him. "What opportunities? I only learned about the Distanceless Gate recently. That thing always sends people to ominous creatures. It's too dangerous."

Han Fei said, "Just tell me if you want the opportunities or not."

"What opportunities?"

Han Fei said, "I'll give you five Monarch Tribulations so that you can almost have the power of Dao Provers before you become a Monarch. You might even be able to prove Dao before the God Ferrying Ancient Land opens!"

Buzz!

Instantly, Feng Xingliu perked up. "What are you talking about? Do you think I'm greedy for the Monarch Tribulations? We're brothers, even more intimate than biological brothers. Of course I'll help you! Let's go right away…"

After that, Han Fei threw the Eight Desolate Banner to Feng Xingliu. In his opinion, a Chaotic Spiritual Treasure was not much useful to him. He didn't really count on Feng Xingliu, but he would give them some benefits before meeting the strong masters of the Phoenix Divine Race.

Feng Xingliu certainly wouldn't suspect Han Fei's intentions. He simply stuck his head out. "Let's hurry up and go back to my race at full speed."

…

When Han Fei was rushing to the Phoenix Divine Race, Xiao Jie was standing respectfully in front of a strong master who was sitting cross-legged and cultivating. Next to this person was a long spear with phoenix and dragon patterns. It seemed to be intelligent.

"Senior Brother Longma, that's what happened. Wang Han and the Phoenix Divine Race are simply slapping the face of our Primordial Divine Academy."

The young man sitting cross-legged and cultivating had a resolute expression. Without opening his eyes, he said indifferently, "It's a slap to your face. Don't involve the Primordial Divine Academy."

Xiao Jie asked, "Senior Brother, do you think that Wang Han is Han Fei? Feng Xingliu's just a playboy. How can he have such a powerful friend? And he's from other divine realms."

Zhao Longma snorted coldly. "Idiot, if it were really Han Fei, do you think you could still be alive? Have you ever heard that Han Fei showed mercy to his enemy?"

"Uh! Sorry, Senior Brother. I was thinking too much."

Zhao Longma said indifferently, "Although Feng Xingliu is arrogant and lawless, as you said, he is actually very strong. Anyone who can cultivate the second form of a Phoenix can't really be a silkpants. It's not surprising at all that such a person has strong friends. Since he said that he will wait for you in the God Ferrying Ancient Land, we can just kill him in the God Ferrying Ancient Land."

Xiao Jie asked, "Senior Brother, then my Eight Desolate Banner…"

Zhao Longma said, "F*ck off. You were defeated and lost your spiritual treasure. How do you have the cheek to ask the Phoenix Divine Race for it? You've disgraced our Primordial Divine Academy."

…

Half a day later.

When the three Six-Flame Fiery Sparrows appeared, many middle-aged men immediately showed up to block them.

"Who's there? How dare you pull your carriage with Six-Flame Fiery Sparrows? Do you want to die?"

"Huh? Aren't they Qingqing and Susu who are with Feng Xingliu?"

"Feng Xingliu, you little punk. Get your ass out here."

The next moment, Feng Xingliu stuck his head out. "Uncle Five, I snatched this carriage back! I also won back the three Six-Flame Fiery Sparrows."

Obviously not convinced, the man sneered. "You? Get your ass down here first."

Feng Xingliu turned around and smiled awkwardly at Han Fei. When Han Fei walked out of the carriage, he saw three Monarchs and dozens of perceptions had swept past him.

Uncle Five was the same as Uncle Nine he had seen before. He was brawny and had fiery red hair and looked very grumpy.

Uncle Five glanced at Han Fei and narrowed his eyes. Dao Proving Level? Did Feng Xingliu know a friend at the Dao Proving Level?

Han Fei slightly cupped his hands, neither servile nor overbearing, and there was an inexplicable momentum on him. Uncle Five actually felt that he was no match for this guy in terms of momentum.

However, he was clearly an immortal-level powerhouse. How could he lose to a kid at the Dao Proving Level in terms of momentum?

A smile appeared on Uncle Five's face. "This young friend is?"

Feng Xingliu: "Uncle Five, this is my good friend, Wang Han. Just now, we met a b*stard Monarch of the Primordial God Academy on the Heavenly Phoenix Island. I was sparring with his subordinates who were in the Perfected Star Transformation Realm, but that b*stard actually dared to launch a sneak attack on me. Fortunately, my brother, Wang Han, was here. Otherwise, Uncle Five, you wouldn't have been able to see me."

"Hmph! A Monarch launched a sneak attack against you? Are you sure?"

Han Fei said indifferently, "He used a cause and effect killing technique, but the other party didn't intend to kill Feng Xingliu. He probably wanted to heavily injure him."

Uncle Five immediately burst into a rage. "The Primordial Divine Academy has gone too far. I'm going to teach them a lesson."

Feng Xingliu hurriedly stopped him. "Uncle Five, Uncle Five, that person has already been defeated by my brother. All his subordinates are dead. Look, I even snatched a Chaotic Spiritual Treasure from him."

When Feng Xingliu put out the Eight Desolate Banner, Uncle Five's eyes widened. "You snatched it? You're bragging! How can you have the ability to snatch a Chaotic Spiritual Treasure? This Chaotic Spiritual Treasure can easily suppress you seventy or eighty times. Don't lie to me!"