I live forever by seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster.

The sky is blue, cloudless, the grass is lush, and it is a great place for horse racing.

This is the important place where the Wanqin Silver Tribe is heavily guarded. Under normal circumstances, anyone who dares to trespass will be killed without mercy, and no one dares to set foot here at will.

Today, the White Feather Eagle flapped its wings and flew high, accompanying Fang Yang behind him, and stepped into this place together.

The reason why Fang Yang came here was mainly because he came here after dealing with the affairs of the White Feather Eagle Tribe.

The power hierarchy in Xuanzhiyu is very strict!

The eight golden tribes are respected, followed by the silver tribe, the bronze tribe, and the inferior tribe.

The upper level controls the lower level, layer by layer, like a big net, enough to make those of humble origins feel despair!

The White Feather Eagle Tribe originally belonged to the Wanqin Silver Tribe, so even if Fang Yang had the White Feather Order, he had to come here to take over for the sake of the rules of the righteous way.

After all, the Wanqin Silver Tribe has not disappeared yet.

"Little Frost Horse, timid and crybaby but with extraordinary potential, what will it look like?"

As soon as he stepped into this grassland, Fang Yang was looking forward to it.

He has not forgotten the experience of riding the Frost White Pegasus and galloping across the sea of ​​clouds.

What's more, for a general, the importance of a precious horse is self-evident.

In his heart, the little Frost Horse has long been regarded as his pet.

Of course, the status of the little Frost Horse is higher than that of the White Feather Eagle, even though the White Feather Eagle has been with him for a longer time.

"Huh..." Not long after, a familiar horse neigh sounded, followed by the white flame cloud breaking, and a handsome and extraordinary Frost Horse stood in front of Fang Yang.

"Senior Frost White."

"Cry."

Fang Yang and the White Feather Eagle greeted the Frost White Pegasus, and after the Frost White Pegasus nodded to them, it leaned close to Uncle Fang.

On the left hind leg of the Frost White Pegasus, there was a small Frost Horse hiding timidly, about the height of a wheel.

At this moment, the small Frost Horse hid its body behind the big Frost Horse's leg, and it was nervously watching Fang Yang and the White Feather Eagle.

When Fang Yang saw the small Frost Horse, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his footsteps moved forward slightly.

At this moment, there was a sound of breaking wind in the field.

It turned out that the small Frost Horse was frightened and timid, and it raised its hoof and ran away, not giving Fang Yang any face.

Seeing this, the White Feather Eagle cried non-stop and immediately flew over.

But something shocking happened-

The White Feather Eagle couldn't catch up with the small Frost Horse!

The small Frost Horse was born not long ago, and it has not yet penetrated the vitality, and it is still a wild beast.

The White Feather Eagle is not only a first-level bird, but also has been diligently following Fang Yang's orders to train, working hard day and night, but it is still not as good as the small Frost Horse.

This is too shocking.

"Flutter, flutter..." The White Feather Eagle returned dejectedly.

Does blood and talent really determine the future?

Efforts are not enough?

"Good horse, good horse." Fang Yang's eyes became brighter and brighter. He felt that he was lucky. This little frost horse really had extraordinary potential.

"Huh, huh!" On the other side, under the urging of the big frost horse, the little frost horse approached Fang Yang step by step.

And Fang Yang also showed an extremely rare gentle look and leaned down.

Closer.

Closer.

Fang Yang stretched out his hand and gently stroked the little frost horse's head.

The little frost horse resisted the urge to escape. Although his body trembled, he still accepted Fang Yang's touch and got close.

Fang Yang officially gained the initial recognition of the little frost horse!

The big frost horse and Uncle Fang were very happy to see this.

And the white-feathered eagle on the side saw Fang Yang smile, and it also became happy.

But for some reason, it hid tightly in the shadows behind, watching silently, motionless, like a sewer rat that was spying on happiness but dared not come forward.

…

Just when Fang Yang was trying to control the White Feather Eagle Tribe and obtain the fifth-level opportunity, Sen Yue's battle merit list was updated.

Two new items were added to the top:

The Luck Swordfish!

The Luck Lion!

As soon as these two Luck Objects were listed on the Battle Merit List, they caused a huge sensation in the Eight Banners, including the Thunder Execution Banner, the Cangmu Banner, and the Cold Dragon Banner.

"It's the legendary Luck Object. This is the great medicine for transcending the tribulation and becoming a saint. Lord Sen Yue actually released it!"

"Hiss, how precious are Luck Objects? In previous years, everyone wanted to intercept the Dao Seeds for themselves to add to their foundation. It's hard to imagine that Lord has such a broad mind."

"Let me see how many battle merits it takes?"

"Oh my God, such a large number. Only top masters like Mo Long have the opportunity to compete for such treasures."

"..."

Sen Yue's big move instantly caused a sensation in the army.

It was like a huge rock falling into a lake, causing continuous waves.

Swish.

Swish, swish, swish.

Super strong men like Mo Long flew one after another and rushed to the battle camp, fearing to miss the opportunity.

After a long while, sighs, regrets and lucky voices suddenly rang out in the field.

Because now, no one can exchange it.

At least, it has to devour the Qingkong Army before someone can exchange for such a treasure.

"My ancestor accidentally got a chance to transform qi into objects, and then he could become a saint. This time, I must get it." Mo Long's eyes were cold.

He was the leader of the four great generals under Sen Yue. If he couldn't get it, who could?

In addition to Mo Long, one after another fifth-level master cultivators appeared under Sen Yue's command, and even Uncle Fang was secretly shocked.

These top masters moved around the two pieces of Qiyun, and attacked the Qingkong army, fully exerting their subjective initiative, and the effect was outstanding!

"Qiyun Swordfish, Brother Ye, this supreme treasure is so suitable for you, but it's a pity that you will miss it." Behind the Medicine Hall, Zhang Le sighed repeatedly.

Yes, the Qiyun Swordfish and his Zhang Ye's Molten Crocodile Phantom complement each other. If he can get it, he will definitely undergo a deeper transformation!

At this moment, in the face of such great benefits, even Zhang Ye's calm heart lake has violent fluctuations, and it is no longer as calm as before.

On the other side.

The White Feather Eagle Tribe Station.

Uncle Fang said in a melancholy tone: "Ayang, do you know that in fact, more than two hundred years ago, our Fang family also had Qiyun objects..."

That year, after the accidental death of Fang Nian's ancestor, there was a change in the clan.

Driven by an unknown big hand, a situation of "wolves devouring" the other surname gradually formed.

Among them, the Mo family benefited greatly from this, intercepting the luck and fortune of the Fang family, and some people became saints, almost writing off the past.

However, because no one of the Zhang family became a saint, they could not transcend, so they could only continue to fight with the Fang family.

"Luck and fortune... Mo family... become a saint and transcend..."

Fang Yang felt the burning of the White Feather Order in his arms, and his eyes were thoughtful.

Although the luck and fortune are only a fifth-level opportunity, because of its special nature, it can barely be regarded as a little bit of the saint realm.

Therefore, the luck and fortune are enough to make people tear their faces, even if they kill each other, they have to fight for it. It is too precious!