Ei Fu was so angry that she grinded her teeth for Zhou Fan's joke, but she really couldn't do anything to Zhou Fan on the boat, so she could only swallow her grievances and not start.

Seeing that the boat had stabilized, Zhou Fan stopped smiling and looked at Zhao Yazhu and said, "Take out the fishing rod."

Zhao Yazhu could not refuse the request for fishing. She waved her hand, and the gray fog dissipated on the square table, and seven fishing rods of different colors appeared and leaned against the table.

Is this a fishing rod? I have curiosity in my eyes.

Zhao Yazhu looked at the fishing rod. After confirming that Zhou Fan really wanted to fish, she felt a little strange in her heart. Is this person so confident about her luck?

Or are you just dissatisfied with her price and deliberately fighting, and would rather lose the Big Gray Worm than make her profit?

"You still have time to regret it now." Zhou Fan glanced at the seven fishing rods and said.

"I should say this. You still have time to regret it now. Otherwise, as long as you fish, even 24,000 big gray worms will not be enough." Zhao Yazhu sneered.

Seeing that Zhao Yazhu did not let go, Zhou Fan did not say anything else, but walked over, looked at the seven fishing rods and hesitated for a moment, and finally chose the black fishing rod.

The black fishing rod is a classic fishing rod. It has a clear goal, so it is to catch the best Lianmai section technique. Of course, it is the most suitable fishing rod and the most likely.

After Zhou Fan took the black fishing rod to the side of the railing, he did not rush out the fishing rod, but instead moved the corners of his mouth and started to chant.

Yi Fu was very curious about what was going on with fishing. Seeing Zhou Fan like this, even if the two had a bad relationship, she couldn't help asking: "What are you doing?"

"I am praying to the gods I know, so that this will increase the probability of my fishing for 50%." Zhou Fan stopped and replied with a serious expression.

Zhao Yazhu sneered: "What is God is just a product of faith that humans dream of blindly fantasizing about. There is no God in this world. We monks only believe in ourselves. If praying is useful, why do we still work so hard to practice? Praying every day, maybe we can advance to the next level in a day."

"Shut up, you who have no faith do not understand." Zhou Fan snorted coldly, but he muttered in his heart: I know it's useless, at least it can be regarded as a comfort in his heart.

Zhou Fan did not think about it anymore, but swung the fishing rod, and a black fishing line appeared from the air and fell on the river surface.

The river surface soon formed a whirlpool of not too big or too small around the fishing line.

Zhou Fan waited patiently for a while until the fishing line was tightened, and he skillfully lifted the fishing rod.

With a thud, the end of the fishing line spread out and was covered with a black cover book.

The black fishing rod is a classic fishing rod. There is nothing strange about fishing books, but what makes Zhou Fan feel a little strange is that most of the books I caught in the past were packed in wooden boxes. Why is this so simple this time, I just grabbed the books directly.

At this time, the fishing line had already swung back from the river surface. Zhou Fan had no time to think about it, but reached out to grab the book.

"What book?" Before Zhou Fan could read it, Zhao Yazhu had already stood beside him and asked quietly.

This scared Zhou Fan. Zhou Fan refused to look back at Zhao Yazhu's fat and huge body, but turned the front of the book and glanced at the words on the cover.

There are four ancient words written on it: Book of Storage.

"The Book of Storage?" Zhao Yazhu's eyebrows frowned slightly, but they quickly stretched out. She curled her lips without comment.

Zhou Fan looked at the title of the book and was slightly stunned. This was not a martial art. What type of book is it?

Could it be that I caught a garbage book? It cost 4,096 big gray bugs.

Zhou Fan was anxious to open the cover and took a closer look, but the cover was closed and could not be opened at all.

"What's going on? Why can't I open it?" Zhou Fan's face changed slightly. This was the first time he had met a book that could not be opened.

Eifu was also curious to watch.

Zhao Yazhu said nothing.

Zhou Fan understood Zhao Yazhu's posture, and he threw the book to Zhao Yazhu and said, "Help me identify it."

"According to the customary practice, there are twenty large gray insects, is it OK?" Zhao Yazhu asked.

"No problem." Zhou Fan nodded and agreed. Zhao Yazhu could not collect the appraisal fee. Twenty big gray worms were nothing to him now.

Zhao Yazhu called the big glass ball and took away twenty big gray insects before looking down at the cover of the book. She also did not open the closed pages.

Zhou Fan glanced at his glass ball and found that the glass ball had lost more than 4,000 large gray worms at once. He understood that it seemed that the cost of fishing would be deducted first, and then the blue glass ball that eroded Fu would be deducted.

But this is no difference for him. After all, only he can use the two big gray worms of the glass balls. It is the same as any glass ball you like to deduct.

Zhao Yazhu kept staring at the black cover of the book. She looked at it for a while before she looked up and threw the book to Zhou Fan and said, "This is a book of storage."

"You are just nonsense." Zhou Fan said speechlessly: "This is the title of its book."

"This is not nonsense." Zhao Yazhu said angrily: "I mean it is a book that can store storage, and you can use it as a special storage device."

"Is this a storage device?" Zhou Fan then realized, "A storage device made of a book?"

Of course he had heard of such magical and valuable items, but he had never thought that a book could be used as storage equipment, so even if he saw the book of storage written on it, he did not associate it with storage equipment.

After all, this is more likely to be a book introducing storage utensils, who knows it would be a book that can be used as storage.

"Is there any problem?" Zhao Yazhu asked in response with the look of looking at the local buns: "The refining of storage utensils depends on the refiners' preferences. Since there are rings, bracelets, necklaces, storage bags, etc., there is nothing strange about having books as storage utensils."

Zhou Fan uh, he ignored Zhao Yazhu's sarcasm, but raised his eyebrows slightly and spent more than 4,000 big gray insects to catch something like this. He didn't know if it was a profit or a loss.

"But this is not an ordinary storage device. Ordinary storage devices cannot be used by warriors. This book of storage can be used by even warriors." A strange look appeared on Zhao Yazhu's face. She just stared at the cover to observe its characteristics.

This book is a bit not simple, but she is too lazy to say more. Zhou Fan will understand it when he goes out. This is not considered concealing information.

"Since the warrior can use it, how should this thing be opened and used? How big is its space?" Zhou Fan asked.

He caught everything no matter what, so of course he had to use it for the best of his own.

"Here, it is not a physical object. After you go out, you will know all the information about it, how it is used, and other information." Zhao Yazhu said impatience, and a sneer appeared on her face: "No matter how special the storage equipment is, it is also used for storage."
Chapter completed!