I live forever by seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster.

Flying Fish Sea of ​​Clouds looks like a huge lake floating in the air. Inside it, there are many small lakes overlapping and connected.

It is like a fairyland with layers upon layers, separated and united by clouds and water.

Fang Yang, who was below, looked up and saw a piece of white cloud and water mist in his eyes, mysterious and ethereal.

"The legendary Yunmengze is probably just like this, what a wonderful place..." Fang Yang praised secretly.

Immediately, he rode a horse to drive the eagle and flew slowly.

A breeze passed by, and things in front of him flashed back.

At this time, it was only the first sunny day inside the Wanqin Fudi, and it had not yet reached the change of three days and nights, that is, the Flying Fish Sea of ​​Clouds had not yet been fully opened. If you rashly break into the Flying Fish Sea of ​​Clouds, you will definitely encounter great danger.

So based on this situation, Fang Yang was not in a hurry, but rode the Frost White Pegasus and circled along the outer edge of the sea of ​​clouds.

His character is a bit indifferent and arrogant, but at the same time, he is quite rational.

When you arrive in a strange place, it is an indispensable safety awareness to understand the basic geographical environment. If something unexpected happens, he won't be at a loss as to where to escape.

At this moment, Fang Yang was circling the outer periphery of the eastern end of the Sea of ​​Clouds.

What surprised Fang Yang was that he actually didn't encounter any other hunters on the outer periphery of the eastern end of the Sea of ​​Clouds!

"My second uncle told me that the eastern end of the Sea of ​​Clouds is the worst place for flying fish to appear.

It seems that everyone knows this information.

But for me, the eastern end of the Sea of ​​Clouds may not be the worst place."

Fang Yang tightly grasped the spear, and joy flashed in the depths of his eyes.

It's good that no one comes to the eastern end of the Sea of ​​Clouds. It's best that no one comes.

[The best sign, enter the eastern end of the Sea of ​​Clouds, and at dawn, you can get a third-level opportunity, which is very auspicious. ]

A quarter of an hour later.

While Fang Yang was thinking, the frost-white flying horse stepping on the clouds and fog had already arrived at the outer periphery of the southern end of the Sea of ​​Clouds.

As soon as he entered here, Fang Yang heard a series of buzzing sounds coming from the front.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz..."

The strange sound of the bee colony's wings vibrating was like water waves, shaking in all directions.

In front, Hong Qishang stepped on the green jade gourd, followed by the black rock bee mother.

In front of Hong Qishang, there was a layer of "black cloud" floating.

A closer look revealed that this "black cloud" was actually a dense mass of bees, beasts, and insects, which was quite scary.

Generally speaking, those who can fly by their own strength are all great cultivators of the fourth level.

This Hong Qishang is only at the peak of the second level, but he can also fly by his own strength, worthy of being the pride of the Changkong clan!

While Fang Yang was looking at Hong Qishang, Hong Qishang was also looking at Fang Yang, especially guarding against the Frost White Pegasus.

Their eyes met, and they nodded to each other, almost without interfering with each other.

Fang Yang continued to circle on the Frost Horse, and Hong Qishang continued to wait for the accidentally scattered flying fish.

However...

The white-feathered eagle looked back frequently, looking at Hong Qishang's position from a distance.

It was looking at those double-winged flying fish!

Because it had been circling the outer periphery of the eastern end of the sea of ​​clouds with Fang Yang for so long before, but it didn't even find a flying fish that accidentally strayed.

Now that it saw it, it was hard not to be nostalgic.

[A good sign, entering the southern end of the sea of ​​clouds, flying fish are surging, and a second-level opportunity can be obtained, auspicious. ]

"Sure enough, what my second uncle said is right, the southern end and the northern end are both excellent areas for catching flying fish." Fang Yang thought.

Continuing to circle the outer periphery of the sea of ​​clouds of flying fish, Fang Yang saw other hunters again.

However, every time they met, basically everyone nodded and did not interfere with each other.

After all, they were basically people of the same clan, and they would see each other every day, so there was no need to be too extreme.

But in fact, Fang Yang and others also understood that this was just the calm before the storm.

Because there were indeed many flying fish in the sea of ​​clouds of flying fish, but there were also many trial participants, and this was destined to be a contest of you more and I less.

Not to mention that a double-winged flying fish could be sold for two hundred yuan stones. A four-winged flying fish can be sold for a thousand Yuanshi.

This flying fish hunting is no different from robbing money and Yuanshi. When it really comes to that time, there is no time to continue to talk about gentleness and virtue. All you can say is to try your best not to hurt each other's lives.

"Chen Yuan, this is my territory!"

"Hehe..."

Fang Yang heard a quarrel in front of him before he entered the northern end of the sea of ​​clouds.

He stood in the distance and looked forward.

In front of him, Mo Hu laughed fiercely. He was letting Fei Tian Biao chase Xue Yan, who was chasing Shen Yuan.

The wind was howling, and Fei Tian Biao was like a heavy mountain, sinking down, forcing Xue Yan to flee in panic.

"He is so domineering, even better than his brother Mo Long."

"I have also seen Mo Long. Although he is in the top five of the battle merit list, he is more polite in his dealings with others."

"The flying fish hunting hasn't even started yet, and they have already started fighting. Hehehe."

"Too ostentatious, Mo Hu will suffer a big loss sooner or later..."

The fight between Mo Hu and Shen Yuan attracted the attention of many hunters.

However, everyone was watching the fire from the other side of the river, and had no intention of helping Shen Yuan. On the contrary, they hoped that Mo Hu and Shen Yuan would fight more fiercely, and it would be best if they could reveal their trump cards.

Unfortunately, in the end, Shen Yuan fled south with a cold face and took Xue Yan in a hurry, and did not fight to the death.

And Mo Hu, who won in the end, crossed his arms and looked like a tiger patrolling the mountains, staring at bystanders like Fang Yang, and was really arrogant!

Mo Hu, who stood with victory, did have a sense of oppression, as if he was choosing someone to bite.

But Fang Yang just took back the white-feathered eagle, and then looked at Mo Hu coldly, unmoved.

With the Frost White Pegasus here, who can get close to him?

Others were as indifferent as Fang Yang.

Who is not a genius in cultivation who can come to this hunting?

You must know that tigers can devour people, and people can also fight tigers in groups!

If Mo Hu really wants to fight against the crowd without any care, he will definitely be the first to be eliminated.

In this situation, the scene was deadlocked for a while, as if everyone was waiting for a certain opportunity.

At this time, the sun sets and the stars rise.

The first dark night has arrived!

The speed of time flow inside the blessed land is different from that outside. But this sudden change of day and night still surprised Fang Yang a little.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Yang pressed down the saddle, drove the Frost White Pegasus with white flames all over his body away, and rushed to the periphery of the southern end of Yunhai.

Fang Yang's first departure seemed to release some kind of signal.

In a flash, everyone left one by one, leaving only Mo Hu.

In the field, Mo Hu's face was gloomy.

He found that everyone still didn't respect him.

Why, why couldn't they respect him like they respected his brother?

Why!!!

On the other side.

The core of the Wanqin Blessed Land.

The leader of the Wanqin tribe, Lu Yao, and several elders of the Wanqin tribe all looked up at the water mirror light curtain.

The real-time images of Fang Yang, Mo Hu and others were projected on the water mirror light curtain.

"Although it's not the first time I've watched the struggle within the Changkong Clan, every time I see it, I feel it's amazing."

"Yeah, it's hard to imagine how these people can practice such powerful spells at their current level."

"Chen Yuan, Hong Qishang, and... Mo Hu!"

"No need to belittle yourself. Those who can come to this hunting are outstanding among their peers, even in the Changkong Clan."

"That's right, just like Fang Yang, who is obviously the lowest level in the field, but he also has the courage to confront Mo Hu."

"Hehe, you have the Frost White Pegasus, you can also..."

"No, I don't think I can, I'm not as good as Fang Yang."

The field suddenly became quiet.

Because the person who said that he was not as good as Fang Yang was the head of the Wanqin Clan!

At this moment, the elders of the Wanqin Clan looked at each other in surprise. They lowered their heads and secretly looked at each other with their eyes, but no one dared to be the first to speak.

The head of the Wanqin Clan is named Lingnian, and he is a recognized hero. Even among the heads of the Silver Clan, his reputation is also very famous!

So when the leader of the Wanqin tribe said that he was not as good as Fang Yang, the shock to the elders of the Wanqin tribe can be imagined.

On the side, Lu Yao heard the words, and her mind was also violently agitated.

"Fang Yang..." Her beautiful eyes were filled with ripples, and her sight followed Fang Yang in the light curtain water mirror closely.