Fishing rod: "It's hung up, you can collect it now."

Han Feng didn't hesitate at all. He suddenly picked up the fishing rod and pulled up a piece of broken metal trunk.

At first glance, it looks like a broken metal puppet.

But Han Feng knew that the Shadow Beast would not trade with him with such a rubbish.

Then this body couldn't be a broken golden statue of a Dharmadhatu, right?

If this was Xu Xian’s golden body, it would be even nicer.

After devouring the shadow clone, he might be able to be promoted to the intermediate level of Dharmakaya Golden Body in one fell swoop.

Fishing Rod: "The Shadow Beast is waiting for your food."

Han Feng opened the storage bag, hung 200 kilograms of pork on the spiritual power thread, and threw it into the fishing space. Then he ordered: "Let the shadow beast take a message to its father."

Fishing Rod: "What's the message?"

Han Feng curled his lips. "In order to cope with the impending catastrophe, I have decided to work hard and improve my strength as quickly as possible. However, the resources I have are too scarce. I hope its father can be generous and give me some support. Whether it is spiritual materials, magic weapons or elixirs, I will accept any of them!"

The old shadow beast is a chaos sacred beast, and his family background must be very rich.

The last time they invested in him, they only gave him a drop of Chaos Liquid, which made him very dissatisfied.

Because of this, I have been planning to find an opportunity to gain more benefits from the old shadow beast.

Fishing Rod sneered, "You're so shameless asking for something so directly. If it were me, I wouldn't even bother asking for it."

Han Feng's eyes darkened, and he angrily scolded: "Just do what I tell you to do, where does your nonsense come from?"

Just a fishing rod, and you're mocking him?

Don’t you know where you are?

The fishing rod shuddered: "I'll tell the Shadow Beast right away."

"You're such a bitch!"

Han Feng snorted lightly.

Fishing Rod: "I delivered the message, and the Shadow Beast has already left."

Han Feng turned to face Yang Mi and said softly, "Restart the fishing space."

Yang Mi nodded and reopened the fishing space.

Han Feng gripped the fishing rod and cast it lightly, and the mental thread fell into the fishing space.

The mother porcelain bottle snorted, "Aren't you going to help me find a husband? Why are you fishing?"

"I know you're anxious, but don't worry."

Han Feng smiled faintly, and then explained: "Your husband is in the cosmic cemetery, and this is the only way to contact it."

"oh."

Mother Porcelain Ping suddenly realized something and stopped talking.

Han Feng contacted the fishing rod: "Little Fishing Rod, how is this area?"

Fishing rod: "Empty."

Han Feng frowned and pondered.

Should I go fishing somewhere else or wait here for the male porcelain vase?

While he was hesitating, the fishing rod suddenly spoke: "There is a big one floating over from a distance."

Han Feng raised his eyebrows: "What the hell?"

Fishing Rod said uncertainly: "It's a little far away, so I can't see it clearly. It looks like a beer bottle."

Han Feng looked puzzled: "It's just a beer bottle, you call it a big guy?"

Fishing Rod: "That's not an ordinary beer bottle, it's almost ten meters long."

Han Feng's mouth corners slightly opened.

A ten-meter-long beer bottle?

It's totally unheard of.

The fish I catch can be used to feed the magnifying glass, which is not bad.

Han Feng took a deep breath: "Is that beer bottle coming over?"

Fishing Rod: "It should have sensed your mental fluctuations and is moving towards this side."

Han Feng focused his mind and stared closely at the thread of mental power.

Three minutes later, the thread of mental power suddenly tightened.

Han Feng pulled hard and slowly pulled up a huge beer bottle.

Just as the fishing rod said, it was ten meters long.

"Such a big beer bottle?"

Everyone was stunned.

Han Feng threw the beer bottle aside and continued fishing.

Time passed slowly, and ten minutes passed before I knew it.

During this period, the public porcelain vase never arrived.

At this time, Yang Mi spoke up, "Han Feng, my mental strength is almost exhausted, and I can no longer maintain the fishing space."

Han Feng sighed softly and was about to ask Yang Mi to close the fishing space when the fishing rod reminded him, "The porcelain bottle is coming!"

Han Feng's expression changed. He quickly opened the space bag, took out the source crystal and threw it to Yang Mi: "Absorb the spiritual power in the source crystal!"

Yang Mi tightly grasped the source crystal, and strands of mental power flowed into her body.

With the replenishment of mental strength, it is possible to continue to maintain the fishing space.

A dozen seconds later, Gong Porcelain Bottle rushed over and bit the mental thread without any hesitation.

Han Feng quickly reeled in the pole and successfully pulled up the porcelain bottle.

"husband!"

Mother Porcelain Bottle shouted excitedly.

"Wife!"

Gong Ciping's voice trembled.

"That's so fucking corny!"

Han Feng secretly complained and then put the two porcelain bottles into the thatched hut.

I don't know how long the couple has been separated.

As the saying goes, a short absence is better than a new marriage.

Give them some privacy and space to communicate.

The two porcelain bottles soon pressed together, as if doing something indescribable.

"Yang Mi, close the fishing space."

Han Feng said softly.

Yang Mi closed the fishing space, came to Han Feng, and handed over the source crystal, "I'll give it back to you."

This source crystal contains a lot of spiritual power. Just now, less than one-fifth of it was consumed, so it can still be used.

"You keep it."

Han Feng whispered.

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