Live Fishing Studio

Chapter 970

Zhao Zheng gave a series of explanations and gave a reasonable explanation for the part he understood. Wang Zhen and Xue Kai looked at each other in shock after hearing them: "Can you still fish like this in polyculture?"

"Of course it can, as long as the fish situation is right! It's just that most of the anglers can't reach this level of skill!

You two need not be shocked at this point. Although I can understand a little bit of fur, I can't do it! Not only can I not do it, but you can't do it either!

It is not an exaggeration to say that in the domestic Taiwanese fishing competition circle, there are very few anglers who can achieve such a perfect polyculture performance as the captain fishing today! "

Zhao Zheng's words are actually quite exaggerated, but using the word "Feng Mao Rarely" to describe Yue Feng's fish today is still not accurate!

In theory, the most perfect fishing method for large polyculture, that is, Yue Feng's way, except for Yue Feng, no one can do it perfectly without making mistakes!

Skills as strong as Leng Xiaojun, Wang Zhiqiang, Han Luofeng and other top-notch masters can't do the same!

Unknowingly, behind Yue Feng, there were three referees on the field tour. The members of the Tianyuan First Team didn't even watch their own games, and their eyes fell on Yue Feng's side.

As long as anyone with a certain level of competition can see how exaggerated Yue Feng's perfect polyculture is, he is fascinated unknowingly.

With Yuefeng's super-high fish-catching efficiency, the number of leading fish catches has increased very quickly.

One, two, three...

Zhou Xiang, who is next door, has already performed very well, but in comparison with Yue Feng, he is still overshadowed.

Within a few shots, Zhou Xiang would be dropped by Yue Feng with a fish, some were big fish, some were small fish, and there was hardly any regularity.

But the polyculture is like this, even if you get the basket, Yue Feng will not refuse all those who come.

Thirty minutes in a single game, under the control of Yue Feng's super terrifying rhythm, there was no stopping from start to finish, and the real burst of success!

"All players on the field, please note that the third quarter of the game has come to an end. Please prepare for the substitution of the fishermen! The substitution time is one minute!"

The referee once again sounded a reminder.

The fourth player from Yuefeng Fishing Tackle was Xue Kai. When Xue Kai got up and got ready to play, he was caught by Zhao Ran and Zhao Zheng at the same time.

Zhao Zheng: "Kaizi, no hurry! It's a minute to change people. Ten seconds is enough for this time to let the captain catch a few more shots! I'll give you a pinch of time!"

"Oh, all right!" Xue Kai replied, and his steps on stage stopped temporarily.

Taking advantage of the change in less than one minute, Yue Feng threw three poles and harvested one crucian carp and two carp crutches, which once again widened the fish catch gap.

"Go up, it's time! Just follow the normal fishing and get off the bottom! Don't panic!" Zhao Zheng greeted, and Xue Kai stepped on the timeline stage slowly.

When Xue Kai walked behind, Yue Feng got up naturally as if there were eyes on the back of his forehead, and then handed the pole to Xue Kai, and the normal replacement and handover were completed within the specified time!

Throughout the third quarter of the game, Yue Feng was completely immersed in the state of fishing where everything was only under his control. After he got up, he discovered that he had already thoroughly drenched his sunscreen clothes after he had thrown his rod back to the fish with super-intensity.

Yue Feng didn't have any idol baggage. He felt uncomfortable with the sunscreen clothes wet. He took off the sunscreen clothes directly when he walked down the stage, clenching his hands and twisting them firmly.

Wow!

The sweat from the clothes was twisted out and gathered into a small pool under the feet.

Seeing this scene, the many eyes that had been staring at Yue Feng opened wide, and it felt as if they had seen a ghost!

It was only half an hour of the race. It was as if a long-distance runner ran a 10,000 meters. The clothes were soaked in sweat. How much exercise would it take? How intense is the exercise?

Compared to ordinary anglers who hadn't even got a drop of sweat on their foreheads from the stage, Yue Feng's operation was completely in the atmosphere.

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At the Sleeping Beauty Club, Xu Ke and Wang Zhiqiang looked at each other.

"Fuck! Yue Feng is too exaggerated, right? One game, the clothes were soaked and dry? This guy didn't deliberately drip water to cool down before he came up?" Xu Ke had a ghostly expression.

Wang Zhiqiang stared at Yue Feng's close-fitting hurdling vest after taking off his sun protection suit, and did not speak for a long time.

The upper part of the waistcoat and the shoulder straps of the vest are also completely soaked, and the lower part is also wet, which means that the body is sweaty. If the water is dripping, it is impossible to flow to such a low position.

For a long time, Wang Zhiqiang has called himself a madman in the Taiwanese fishing competition circle. In the first two years, he disdains to work with some competitive teams, nor does he disdain to do things that violate the rules. He always feels that he has reached the pinnacle of the Taiwanese fishing competition field. The position is only the last point to be complete.

But after witnessing Yue Feng's horrible play, Wang Zhiqiang knew how ridiculous he was before.

Why does Yue Feng have the confidence to let young recruits without any experience start training? The ultra-high strength far surpassing ordinary anglers is Yue Feng's greatest confidence!

The strength demonstrated in the game just now has surpassed the level of relying solely on foreign objects such as bait medicine to gain the lead. Even if the game uses exactly the same male bait, Yue Feng can definitely dominate the crowd!

"Huh... this competition didn't come in vain, we won't be wronged when we lose to the Yuefeng team!"

After a long time, Wang Zhiqiang exhaled a long suffocating breath. After a moment of effort, the fighting spirit in his eyes seemed to be dimmed a lot.

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At the other end, Yue Feng, who had finished twisting the sunscreen clothes, put the clothes on again casually, and after stepping down, the crew grinned. "How's it? Just now, brother played okay?"

Wang Zhen was about to throw his fives to the ground. He raised his thumb and said, "It's more than okay. Just now, Brother Feng, your polyculture fishing is too bad!"

"You didn't pay attention. The referee who was inspecting was fascinated by you and forgot to leave! And Tianyuan and Han Luofeng are all looking at your position!"

"Brother Feng, Brother Feng, we have discussed a lot with Brother Zheng, but there are still some things we haven't figured out.

When fishing just now, many times it was obvious that the float did not give any subtle movements. How do you judge which fish you will catch in the next shot? This is too mysterious, and it doesn't make sense to analyze it from a rational point of view! "Wang Zhen couldn't help but asked again on the spot.

The corner of Yue Feng's mouth lifted up and said lightly: "When you understand the love of fish to a certain extent, you will have a feeling in your heart! The next shot will definitely have carp crutches eating bait at the bottom of the middle level! Then I will rub the appropriate bait ball. Throw the rod down and catch the fish!"

"What the hell? Feeling?"

"Yes! You can understand it as a reasonable judgment based on the accurate knowledge of the big fish!

A better understanding of fish conditions, there are probably a few fish in the nest, where the head is facing, what direction the tail is in, and what attitude is used to eat the bait, the fisherman will have a vague feeling in his heart!

If you have to explain it, it's intuition! "

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