Chapter 948

"Shopkeeper, didn't you say that one fishing line can only hang one hook?"

Shi Hao smiled when he saw the stunned expression on Hong Yi's face.

One hook is fishing, and two hooks are fishing. Multiple hooks are more likely to catch prey. Not everyone throws it anywhere like Zhou Yang, which is the palace of a great emperor of the demon family.

They are probably still in a wilderness and inaccessible. If they want to catch prey, they should arrange more bait, hoping to be much larger.

"No problem."

Hong Yi nodded his head gently. For him, refining a few more fish hooks is something he can accomplish easily.

Hong Yi and his party are refining fishing tools. Other customers of Wanjie building are also rapidly refining their own fishing tools. There are refining tools everywhere on the white clouds.

Many people have the same idea as Shi Hao. They have refined multiple hooks, but the cost of fishing line is also amazing, which is 100 times or 1000 times the original.

"Where am I?"

Kusta, the demon family in the realm of the heavenly demon king, lay on the ground with a pale face and a deep panic in his eyes.

He never thought that someone could abduct him in front of the demon emperor, and didn't even give the demon emperor time to react.

Moreover, he found the people around him too strange.

They not only dress strangely, but also burn some things with fire one by one.

After flying, the world is a pure martial world. Except for a few Dharma practices, there are no alchemists and tool refiners.

Before the wind and cloud soared to Taigu, Taigu people used endless years to polish their internal power.

Often this strong man has millions of years of internal power, and that emperor level strong man has tens of millions of years of internal power.

Generally, the strength of practitioners is based on the depth of internal force.

"Are they fishing?"

When the people in wanjielou continuously refined fishing tools and entered the fishing state, kusta looked pale and thought of something.

"How is this possible?"

Kusta roared in his heart. He seemed to have been caught.

What do these people take the noble demon clan as, a fish for people to fish?

He is a high demon family, a high demon family in the realm of the heavenly demon king. He eats at least one high demon family of ancient humans for each meal. How can he be a fish to be slaughtered?

"You people play with the noble demon family so much that the LORD God will not let you go."

Kusta roared in his heart because he found that his body could not move at all, let alone speak. He could only scan the people around with angry and frightened eyes.

At the same time, there was a trace of regret in kusta's heart. Why didn't he think of playing with human beings in this way.

If I think of this perfect entertainment method, I'm afraid I'll be famous in the whole demon world.

After all, the demon clan can't think of any other way to play with the Terran except torturing the Terran and swallowing the Terran.

"These people are not demons or angels. What kind of race are they?"

After endless panic, kusta gradually calmed down and scanned the crowd around him.

Most of these people as like as two peas are similar to the Archaean race.

"Apart from the Terran, are there other races similar to the Archean?"

Kusta admitted that the archaic people have several top strongmen with unparalleled strength, but they are only a few archaic people. Most of the archaic people are their food to satisfy their hunger and an indispensable delicacy for their demon family to hold a banquet.

If the archaic people really have so many strong people, they will not allow demons and angels to bully the archaic people.

"The creature caught by the shopkeeper seems to have a level of five or six. If I can catch three or four such creatures in the past three days, I will be satisfied."

"If you catch four five level creatures in three days, you won't be rich."

"What do you think of the advanced world below? The shopkeeper even allowed us to fish at will."

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After being calm, kusta found that his hearing was not limited and he could clearly hear the subtle sounds around him.

"Who are these people?"

The more he listened, the more frightened he became. He understood a profound truth. The more he knew, the more dangerous you were.

From the conversation of these people around him, he vaguely felt that this was a world that could be beyond the control of the LORD God, and he had no chance to escape.

"I didn't hear anything."

Kusta would rather not know anything now than listen, wading on the ground and pretending to be dead.

But the more he didn't want to listen, the clearer he heard the surrounding voices, as if God thunder was blowing, and stopped in his ears word by word.

"I haven't been so leisurely for a long time."

Not far away, the power holders of all forces in wanjielou sat around and talked with a smile.

"Kong Zhangjiao heard that your Confucian disciples are close to 3000, which can be called the largest sect of wanjielou."

Confucius, sweeping monk, Mozi and Han Feizi, who came from a hundred families in the mortal world, also belong to a specific trading circle in wanjielou. They are not the people they ask about, but Jesus who is in contradiction with these Chinese sects.

Naturally, there are certain contradictions between Chinese and Western sects.

Even after entering the Wanjie building, there is still some hostility between the two sides.

"Confucianism is just a place to learn. Although there are some disciples, how dare they call wanjielou the largest sect?"

Confucius's face remained unchanged.

With more and more worlds connected by wanjielou, any force of wanjielou can no longer claim to be the first force of wanjielou.

Confucianism is at most a high-level force in wanjielou. If they falsely claim that wanjielou is the largest force, they will also be angry about what the top forces in wanjielou think of Confucianism, that is, Mohism and yin-yang school, which have a good relationship with Confucianism.

"Jesus is the real saint. I heard that your sect is all over the Wanjie building, all connected to the world and omnipotent. It's easy to investigate anyone's information in the Wanjie building."

Xunzi, sitting next to Confucius, said with a smile. His tone was full of praise, as if he really felt heartfelt praise for Jesus' sect.

"Well, everyone is still calm. It's better to compare the harvest of fishing this time. I Muhammad took out three Korans and bet that my fishing harvest is the most."

"Every Koran contains the power of faith, which can suppress some evil spirits."

Muhammad said slowly that the Chinese sects are numerous and powerful. In the verbal confrontation, they lose more and win less. Arguing with Confucius is asking for trouble.

"Of course."

Confucius and others naturally have no reason to refuse.

The eyes of Jesus and Muhammad both revealed a taste of successful conspiracy. They both rented the sharp immortal tools at the top of Wanjie building to subdue their prey.

"Ho! Ho! Ho! ······"

Confucius and others also entered the fishing state. Suddenly, the sound of the broken fishing line kept ringing on the white clouds.

"It seems that everyone is not well prepared?"

Muhammad's mouth outlined a smile. He was well prepared. Maybe he could take the lead in this fishing celebration.

On one side, Jesus gracefully threw out his fishing rod, and the hook fell into the palace of a three pair of six winged angels in heaven.