I live forever by seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster.

After capturing the northern territory of the Dongfang Clan, the battle merit list changed again.

Except for the very few changes in the first hundred, the rest is almost a big reshuffle!

On this day, the preliminary statistics of the battle achievements were settled.

Many people gathered in front of the battle merit camps, looking at their rankings and counting whether there were any mistakes in their battle achievements.

"Fang Yang, that ranking is actually 'Proud Eagle' Fang Yang. He has achieved another thirty great achievements, breaking into the top five hundred ranks in one fell swoop!" This is Le Shiyu, standing on a bluestone. On the steps, his eyes were blank.

"It's hard to believe that Fang Yang can gain momentum so quickly and surpass my ranking all of a sudden." This was Hong Qishang, his face was bitter.

In recent times, Hong Qishang seemed to be plagued by bad luck and suffered setbacks one after another.

At this moment, Hong Qishang was hesitating.

He was wondering whether he should take the initiative to apply to become a nominal disciple of the White Feather Eagle tribe and work for Fang Yang for a period of time in order to solve his bad luck.

He suspected that he was unlucky because he borrowed Fang Yang's luck.

"Aoying, you are indeed the strongest. No one can block your dazzling light, but I, Zhang Ye, am not bad either!" Zhang Ye's eyes were firm.

Although Zhang Ye did not break into the top 500 in the battle merit list, he still broke into the top 1,000 in the battle merit list. Lin Tianxue and Qing Mang were also surpassed by him one after another!

Moreover, Zhang Ye knew very well that Fang Yang seemed to be proud of himself and gained both fame and fortune, but in fact, he was already being set on fire.

It's okay for a short time, but for a long time, Zhang Ye might not be able to catch up with Fang Yang if he catches up and uses his strength like crazy.

Because for people like them, if Fang Yang continues like this, it will be more like being imprisoned in that study room, having to hibernate and put away his edge.

Fang Yang would really be imprisoned by fame and wealth!

At the same moment, Li Yang, Lin Tianxue, Qing Mang and other defeated generals under Fang Yang were all like clay sculptures, completely stunned.

For the first time, they felt what their elders meant by "suppressing their peers."

No matter how hard they work, how bravely they kill the enemy, how they gain military exploits, in the end, their glory will still be taken away by a man named "Fang Yang".

Fang Yang didn't have to do anything, just standing there and shining brightly!

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"Thirty great achievements are a bit beyond my expectations."

Fang Yang looked at the battle merit list, especially his own name.

When he found out that his war merits had increased to thirty great merits, he was doubly surprised, because he thought he could only obtain ten great merits at most.

For example, Ji Juyun survived a narrow escape and only achieved forty great achievements in battle.

Suddenly, he realized that the increase in military exploits this time was probably due to the benefits Senyue had given them as leaders.

After all, even Yu Ming and Lin Yaoguang, who didn't have many meritorious deeds, both had twenty great meritorious deeds.

But in the future, it may be difficult to have such benefits.

As for the change in ranking, Fang Yang didn't pay much attention.

Although the previous thirty great merits can be ranked among the top three hundred.

But now, with the expansion of power, everyone has gained military exploits.

In other words, everyone is even more confused. Thirty great achievements are still not enough in front of the top three hundred sequences on the battle merit list.

At the same time, Fang Yang knew that he would officially obtain the third-level official position in the next few days!

as expected.

Early next morning.

Fang Yang entered the inner city as usual.

As soon as he got off the carriage, the Mingxin Taoist boy walked out of the palace slowly and said with a smile: "My lord, congratulations. From now on, your lord will be the one who [executes my order]."

After saying that, Taoist Mingxin handed over a bird white jade seal.

This is an official seal. Obtaining it proves that Fang Yang has truly become a third-level official - Zhi Ling Wu.

"I'll hold on to my order, I'll hold on to my order..." Fang Yang looked thoughtful in his eyes.

Who wants him to carry out orders?

Senyue, Senwei, or... Senhui?

the other side.

Uncle Fang on the carriage cast his gaze. He stared deeply at the official seal of "Executive Order Wu" and could not move his eyes for a long time.

"Ayang, you will be on holiday in three days. On that day, I think we should hold a big banquet and celebrate. What do you think..." Second Uncle Fang suddenly suggested.

Second Uncle Fang wants to hold a grand banquet at the White Feather Eagle Tribe’s headquarters in three days.

He wanted to invite people from the Fang family and those close to him to strengthen Fang Yang's momentum and take the opportunity to consolidate Fang Yang's status!

"Yes, yes." Fang Yang thought for a moment and nodded in agreement, because he felt that this would greatly build up the morale of the White Feather Eagle tribe!

A few moments.

Fang Yang put away the official seal and walked into the study again.

Without anyone to supervise him, he went to the shelf in front of the library and began to sort out the paperwork.

In fact, this kind of work will become very boring after a long time, and it will test one's mind.

Especially for a young and high-spirited talent who has become famous, it is even more torture.

Sometimes, even though he knew that these military keynotes and confidential information were extremely valuable resources, Fang Yang would still inevitably feel bored.

Especially since he himself doesn’t know who to communicate with, and it’s hard for him to speak out what he has to say.

But every time at this time, Fang Yang would erase this boring mood again and again.

Because he regards it as a kind of spiritual practice, a spiritual practice!

While Fang Yang was working hard and down-to-earth, the four pavilion elders including Hua Niao Yu Chong looked at Fang Yang silently.

Not long after, they found that Fang Yang did not show any happiness after getting the official seal.

This situation surprised them.

Ordinary young geniuses cannot be like Fang Yang. They usually become arrogant when they succeed, or at least look high-spirited!

But now Fang Yang's temperament shows that they think Fang Yang is either indifferent to fame and fortune, or he has great ambitions.

But it is obvious that Fang Yang cannot be a person who is indifferent to fame and fortune.

"The goal is very big, in other words, it means that you have great ambitions."

"Yes, this Fang Yang is really more and more similar to Fang Nian, is it the power of blood?"

"Compared to Fang Nian, Fang Yang is even more amazing. If nothing unexpected happens, it is not impossible for Fang Yang to become a saint, or even realize the transformation of Kunpeng."

"The transformation of Kunpeng... The Fang family was originally on the path of the Great Sun and Golden Crow, but in the end, because of the great changes in the world, they had to change their path."

"Hehe, our Sen family has the inheritance of seven saint paths, which is the main line of the clan."

"Not only that, once Xiao Hui becomes a saint, there will be eight saint inheritances. No matter how bad we are, we will not fall to the same level of decline as the Fang family. You worry too much."

In addition to talking, the four elders kept recording their observations of Fang Yang and prepared to hand them over for Sen Yue to judge for herself.

In fact, in the study, the combination of four old men and one young man not only made Fang Yang feel awkward sometimes, but even they themselves occasionally felt uncomfortable.

While they were examining Fang Yang, wasn't Fang Yang also examining them?