Does the Martial God exist? Is it a fabrication or has it been dead? At what stage is the strength of the Martial God?

No one knows all this, but this does not affect many people's worship. In an era where panic and opportunity coexist, they only need one faith.

This belief has continued to this day.

"Wow, it turns out that Brother Xiaole is a warrior." Xiaoxia looked at Ye Xiaole with admiration, with crystal flashing in her cute eyes.

"Do you want to see my brother show off?" Ye Xiaole suddenly had a lot of sex and had not lived such a comfortable life for a long time. Xiao Xia nodded quickly. In her small coastal village, there had never been a warrior. She only knew from people that warriors are very powerful and could beat more than a dozen people by themselves.

"Okay!" Ye Xiaole stood up neatly and walked into the sea, and stopped after the sea water soaked at her knees.

With one hand facing the sea, Ye Xiaole shouted "Get up!"

"Puff!" An object came out of water and stuck hard in Ye Xiaole's palm.

He held the sea fish in his hand tightly and kept it from struggling. Ye Xiaole turned his head and returned to the shore and waved to the stunned Xiaoxia.

"Hehe, Xiaoxia, are I awesome, Brother Xiaole?"

Ye Xiaole pointed to the fish in his hand proudly. The ability to control the shadow technique in this way really made Ye Xiaole very proud. You must know that the shadow under the water is constantly moving, and with the reason for the refraction of light, you must make accurate judgments and fix them through the water. This is not something that ordinary assassins can do.

Now Xiao Xia's little head was reacting, and she immediately cheered and clapped her hands, "Brother Xiaole is so great, better than us. We have to use harpoon fishing nets to catch fish..."

"Uh..." Looking at Xiao Xia with a look of admiration and longing, Ye Xiaole was sure that he had internal injuries.

"Forget it, how can a child see my profound skills? Don't care, don't care..." Ye Xiaole kept comforting himself secretly.

"Xiaoxia, do you want to learn martial arts too?" Ye Xiaole asked casually as she walked, Aunt Jiang in the distance was already calling the two of them back to have breakfast.

"Well, I want to help my parents reduce the burden. I heard that warriors are the most promising." Xiaoxia told Ye Xiaole his simple thoughts.

Ye Xiaole was sad and didn’t know how many rural children there were who thought like Xiaoxia. Unfortunately, there were too few colleges like Yuling Academy…

Ye Xiaole suddenly missed Yu Ling's buddies, as well as his younger sister, Wu Xiaolin, and Zhou Xinruo...

"Xiaoxia, if you can succeed, believe in brother."

"Oh, let's go, brother Xiaole. Today my mother cooked swordfish porridge. I just caught it yesterday." Nodded vigorously, Xiaoxia took Ye Xiaole's hand and ran towards Aunt Jiang.

After practicing overnight, Ye Xiaole also lacked energy. With Aunt Jiang's cooking skills, he solved the porridge alone, which fully satisfied Aunt Jiang's sense of accomplishment.

After eating and drinking, Aunt Jiang washed the dishes and chopsticks, she told Xiao Xia to be run away and go out alone.

"Aunt Jiang, what are you going to do?" Looking at Aunt Jiang who was fully armed, Ye Xiaole said curiously.

"The weather is very good today, everyone is going out to do their homework. Qiangzi and his father are not around, so I have to go out to fish with me." Aunt Jiang said angrily, and raised the fishing net in her hand. The fishing net weighing dozens of kilograms did not seem too burdensome in her hand.

He is indeed a native fishing villager, and Aunt Jiang is also a fishing expert.

(Do you guys dare to collect it?)
Chapter completed!