When the fish is hooked, it is inevitable to lift the rod and retract the thread, but Qian Yang thinks there are still some tricks in this.

The easiest way to retract the line is to slowly retract the spiritual power line back into the body. As the line becomes shorter and shorter, you can take the fish into your pocket by lifting the rod.

This is what is written in "Spiritual Bait Technique". I believe most anglers do the same. However, this method still has some problems for a pink and tender fisherman like Qian Yang. That is, in the process of retracting the spiritual power line, his spirit will inevitably concentrate on the retracting line. If he accidentally encounters cutting of interface fragments at this time, Qian Yang will not have the slightest confidence to deal with it calmly.

The stupid man has a stupid way, so Qian Yang decided not to rush to put the spiritual power line into his body, but to focus on adjusting the shape of the spiritual power line. To be precise, it is to slowly turn the originally slender fishing line into thick and short.

As the fishing line becomes shorter, the fish will naturally rise. As the fishing line becomes thicker, it will be easier to handle cutting.

The interface fragments did not disappoint Qian Yang. Just as the fish was about to leave the water, a thin blade accidentally flew past his fishing line that had become as thick as a finger.

"I thought you were not here!" Qian Yang was ready, and he trembled and adjusted his body, and like a magic trick, he continued the gradually broken spiritual power line one after another.

The interface fragments were lightly slashed, and the fishing line was intact. Qian Yang used a little force on his wrist, and a small fish that refracted the crystal light drew a shining arc in the air. While sprinkling some water droplets, it pierced into Qian Yang's arms.

Qian Yang subconsciously threw away the fishing rod, and covered the fish in his arms with both hands, of course, without any accident. Before his hand could touch the spirit fish, the spirit fish had turned into pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth, dissipated into the air, leaving only a round beast core on Qian Yang's belly.

"Haha~~~!" Qian Yang couldn't stop smiling. He had long thrown the fishing rod and other fishing rods and other things around him. He just held the beast core with his eyes shining, just like holding a rare treasure.

What kind of beast core is this? Qian Yang could see clearly with his eyes. The unique patterns on the beast core clearly showed its origin. This is a beast core of a fog crow.

Qian Yang was not interested in what the fog crow is. He only knew that this was a first-level spirit beast living in a high-altitude fog sea. It is said that the number is extremely large, but because the place where he lives is too high and has little intersection with ordinary monks, the fog crow's beast core is somewhat of a rare thing.

Unfortunately, the value of the beast core only depends on its level and has no relationship with its rarity. The beast core obtained by Qian Yang should be in the late first-level stage. Is it worth it? It is about ten spirit stones.

With Brother Qian’s fortune and his identity as a foundation-building monk, he would not care about these ten or eight-yuan spirit stones. What he values ​​is this sense of accomplishment of obtaining fishing results for the first time. Well, it is the pleasure of picking up money for free on the ground.

"Pa~pa~pa~pa~pa~" There was a burst of applause behind Qian Yang. When he turned his head, he saw Chen Ying's flower-like smile.

Chen Ying said with admiration: "My junior brother is indeed extraordinary in talent. He was able to successfully catch a spirit fish in just a few days. It is really enviable. Think about the first time I caught a spirit fish back then... Alas, it would be better not to mention it!"

"Hehe, senior sister has been too rewarded. This is definitely a coincidence." Qian Yang was modest, but the pride on his face could not be covered.

"Since I have successfully caught the fish, my junior brother, don't continue to stand it. Go back and take a break quickly. Just relax and relax. "Chen Ying took advantage of Qian Yang's joy and spoke quickly to persuade him.

"Yeah, senior sister is right. I'll go to rest now, hahaha!" Qian Yang was obviously a little proud.

Chen Ying shook her head and looked helpless.

Qian Yang still didn't go home with Chen Ying. He just found a tree nearby and did not go to meditate and practice. He just slapped his head under the tree, opened his mouth wide and started snoring, making Chen Ying leave either.

Just as Chen Ying was struggling, He Bin walked over with an unhappy look on his face, then reluctantly handed Chen Ying a jade slip, and then said, "I have written everything I can write on it. If you turn around and leave it to him, let him get out, and you will get angry when you see him!"

Seeing his appearance, Chen Ying couldn't help laughing: "Dabin~~~, Junior Brother Qian is a guest and didn't mess with you, why do you always have that attitude towards others!"

"He hasn't messed with me yet?" He Bin's eyes were as if they were bronze bells: "You didn't see how annoying this kid was! He was still as handsome as you left. He would be tempted to me. I would teach him kindly, but he didn't even say anything polite. Who are you?"

"Okay! You're the one who has a bad temper!" Chen Ying glanced at He Bin: "If it weren't for your fault, you wouldn't have treated you that much!"

"Okay, okay!" He Bin waved his hand: "I'll go back first. I seemed to have got something good after building the foundation. I wasted some time because I wanted to write his experience, but I wasted several days in vain!"

Chen Ying covered her mouth and chuckled: "Go quickly, when Junior Brother Qian wakes up, I will hand over the jade slip to him!"

He Bin waved his hand and ran back in a hurry.

Looking at He Bin leaving, Chen Ying's brows gradually twisted together, and her breathing became heavy for no reason. She unconsciously bit her delicate lower lip and slowly twisted her hands. An exquisite paper crane soon appeared in her hands.

Watching the paper crane slowly fly away, Chen Ying's eyes gradually become blurred.

"Alas?" She suddenly stretched her hand towards the direction of the paper crane, as if she was regretful, but in the end she just waved her hand in vain and then fell heavily to the ground.

Deep in the dark swamp, the night is dark and it is hard to see people.

Between the grass and trees, a huge low-lying water hole appeared and loomed.

In the middle of the puddle, an exquisite magic array floated in the air, and various auras flashed and wandered around it, and dazzling sparks would burst out from time to time.

More than a hundred cultivators in various clothes sat around the magic circle, slowly transporting streams of spiritual power from their bodies into the magic circle.

These monks sat in the puddle, and each looked very embarrassed. Their waists were soaked in mud. Looking at their faces, they were all withered. You could tell at a glance that most of these people were on the verge of being exhausted.

Next to the puddle, a bald young man in a cool golden robe was leisurely grilling a spirit beast, with the fragrance everywhere being mouth-watering. But the monks who were close to him were not moved at all, and just numbly squeezed their bodies and sent spiritual power to the magic circle from every corner of their bodies.

The bald young man nodded secretly, very satisfied with the performance of these monks. If we say that all the cultivators are thorns, no one will work hard for others for no reason.

In order to make these garbage monks obedient, the bald young man also put in a lot of effort. He tried both kindness and power, and tried several times back and forth, but it didn't work. In the end, even the extreme means of "killing the chicken to warn the monkey" without any technical content were useless. In desperation, he had to place a ban on these people one by one, so that these guys could completely stabilize.

Most of the spirit beasts as big as a calf were eaten by the bald young man, and the rest was thrown away by him. He found a sharp grass stem to pick his teeth. His eyes turned to the magic circle when he was idle.

The magic array is filled with light, which is extremely magnificent and has some dreamy colors. But a discerning person can easily see that this magic array is the most notorious "divine refining magic array" in the cultivation world!

The so-called magic array is the soul of the cultivation, and most of the ones that have been refined are the soul of the cultivator.

After a practitioner reaches the Nascent Soul stage, the soul will condense into shape. Not to mention the many wonderful uses of the soul after it is condensed into it, it is only said that if a monk falls due to an accident and the soul can escape, he still has the opportunity to resurrect the soul through a corpse or take over the body and reborn. Even though this method has many disadvantages, it is not popular among many people, but in the end there is still an extra way of life.

Even if you are no longer reborn, as long as the soul is still there, you can never re-enter the cycle of reincarnation. Even if you cannot regain the memories of your previous life, as long as you can continue to practice, it is hard to say that you will not have the opportunity to seek the great way one day. By then, you will know all the past in your previous life.

Some people even believe that as long as the soul is immortal, it is eternal life in a sense.

Since this is the case, the monk naturally attaches great importance to his soul and will definitely not want his soul to be damaged at all.

It is said that if you do not do to others what you do not want others to do to others. Even if there is a deep hatred between two monks, you will never end until death, but this hatred will usually stop in this life, and will not destroy both human, spirit and body.

Most monks think that destroying human souls will really harm the harmony of heaven and will not be attached to heaven.

Unfortunately, the way of heaven is far and the way of man is near!

The practical value of the cultivator's soul makes many people abandon the heavenly way without hesitation, and do everything they can to obtain the soul of other cultivators.

The value of cultivator's soul is extremely high, especially in the art of refining weapons, there are many methods to apply the soul. If a soul can be added when refining weapons, it can definitely increase the refined magic weapon to a higher level and have a more chance to make the magic weapon more useful.

However, because using the soul to refine weapons is too insidious and despised by most people, this method of refining weapons has not been widely circulated. Everyone just knows that such a thing is happening, but few people know how to operate it.

But unfortunately, today this bald young man has a family background. He can easily learn about the trivial matter of using human soul to refine weapons. After practicing weapons for so many years, he is definitely familiar with such things.

The bald young man's surname is Jin, and his name is Yisha. He is the nephew of the head of Duobao Sect.

Speaking of Duobao Sect, everyone knows it in Tianyuan Great 6. As the sect with the highest weapon refining skills in the entire Great 6, Duobao Sect has stood in Zhongzhou for tens of thousands of years, and its comprehensive strength has long reached the top level in the cultivation world.

It has to be said that the power of inheriting a top skill is extremely huge, especially the highly practical skill of refining. 18
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