Upon hearing Liu Xiaoyun mention losing three Hua Clan fish the other day, Yang Qianli's facial expression showed great surprise.
In their eyes, Liu Xiaoyun is definitely considered a top-notch expert in the fishing world. Usually, when arranging fishing matches, he always gives a handicap or sets other conditions, winning more often than losing.
The young angler who just greeted them looks only about in his twenties, with a hint of youthful innocence on his face.
This kind of competitor, can actually beat Liu Xiaoyun's Hua Clan fish?
Liu Xiaoyun gave him a deep look and said in a serious tone, "Losing is losing, what's there to lie about?
This angler's name is Zhang Yang, his skills are pretty good, and his fundamentals are solid! If you meet him in the tournament, you need to be careful!"
"Damn! Totally misjudged! To receive such high praise from you is quite surprising!" Ma Bo nodded.
"Let's go for another round at Pit No. 2, and then we need to prep the bait! Let's go!"
