Chapter 94 The Divine Eagle

White-feathered eagle station.

Eagle's Nest.

The eagles chirped, their feathers fluttered, and there was a lot of noise.

In such an environment, Hong Qishang was working with a group of backbone members of the White Feather Eagle tribe.

They either feed insect eggs, irrigate honey water, or clean...

Although they are just relatively simple tasks, if you don't have enough courage, you really won't be able to do them.

Because these flying eagles are infected with a bit of the bad temper of the white-feathered eagle.

But the more troublesome thing is that Bai Feather Eagle can control his temper and distinguish when it is in combat mode and when it is in non-combat mode, and it will not cause trouble in daily life.

But these ordinary flying eagles are difficult to distinguish.

These flying eagles clack at every turn, as if suffering from post-war syndrome.

It’s really like a general is raging, and a den of soldiers is raging.

From this point of view, spiritual adequacy and insufficiency also need to be compared.

"Executive commander, how come you have time to come to the Eagle's Nest?" Hong Qishang asked in surprise.

In Hong Qishang's impression, Fang Yang has always played a big role as the mastermind behind the scenes.

Although Fang Yang has businesses such as the White Feather Eagle tribe, two restaurants and a brewery under his command.

But basically, Fang Yang will not focus on these.

If Fang Yang wanted something, he would usually directly arrange for Lu Yao or Fang Xuan to go there on his behalf.

And because Fang Yang has extremely outstanding talent or strength, this way of doing things is actually more stable.

"I'm just here to take a look, don't be nervous." Fang Yang was wearing a black robe and had his hands behind his back.

Although Fang Yang said he came to take a look, Hong Qishang did not ignore Fang Yang, but followed Fang Yang.

In fact, after Hong Qishang built the Eagle's Nest and the Beehouse for Fang Yang, he found that his luck had improved, and he no longer had the same bad luck as before.

In other words, he can now get rid of his status as a nominal disciple of the White Feather Eagle tribe.

However, based on Fang Yang's fierce and strong development momentum in recent years, Hong Qishang suddenly felt that it would be quite good for him not to be close to Fang Yang, but to gain convenience by being close to the White Feather Eagle tribe.

For example, in this Canhe Festival, Fang Yang used an exaggerated and shocking performance to completely conquer Hong Qishang.

Just as Hong Qishang's thoughts were swirling, Fang Yang suddenly pointed at the chirping flying eagle and said, "That skinny flying eagle, does it mean it's hungry?"

Before Hong Qishang could answer, Fang Yang pointed to the next flying eagle.

One eagle flew after another, and then expressed its own opinions.

"This flying eagle is languid and weak. Does it have to go out to the cliff and change its talons and wings?"

"Is the close dialogue between these two flying eagles just a foreplay for mating?"

"Oh~ This little flying eagle wants to be as majestic and interesting as the white-feathered eagle..."

Fang Yang spoke word for word.

It was as if he could sense the emotions and words of the flying eagles, which was extremely miraculous.

Although it was only to a rough extent, it still surprised the subordinates working here, and even Hong Qishang.

Because what Fang Yang said basically corresponds to the above!

"You, instead of cultivating the way of thunder and fire, and not studying the changes of carp eagle and Kunpeng, have you switched to the slave way?" Hong Qishang's tone was hesitant and extremely uncertain.

Fang Yang's miraculous performance is definitely an introduction to the slave path.

Even the threshold for a slave master is not far behind!

There are thousands of great schools in the world, and within the same great school, there are differences in realm.

The realm of this genre is divided from low to high: none, ordinary, master, etc.

At the master level, one can have an intuition about the genre.

But now, Fang Yang's supernatural power is extremely close to the master's intuition, which is quite terrifying.

"No, I just got lucky by chance, so I came to try it out."

Fang Yang chuckled and shook his head, "Besides, I have just embarked on the path of spiritual practice not long ago. Just like a child, I naturally will not think of creating a method that can directly lead to the realm of a saint."

Hong Qishang thought about it and felt that this was the case.

Fang Yang is indeed the leader, but he has just embarked on the path of cultivation for more than a year, and he has to carve out his own path as a saint.

Such a person is either a fool or a noble person!

Obviously, Fang Yang was neither.

"Buzz buzz..."

When these flying eagles buzzed and chirped, Fang Yang suddenly felt his soul, which was shaped like a white-feathered eagle, tremble slightly.

Because of this, he was able to sense the emotions conveyed by the flying eagles, which was extremely impressive.

thereafter.

Fang Yang left the Eagle's Nest, and then went to the Beehive and Qinglu Forest Park.

He wanted to see if he could understand the exchange between the bee-bug beast and the green deer beast.

Unfortunately, he could not understand these two types of ferocious beasts.

Now, he can only roughly feel the emotions of the flying eagles and ferocious beasts.

But that's it, Fang Yang is very satisfied, after all, he is not a real slave cultivator.

"Your Majesty."

"By selling or taking care of a lot of potted grass, I created three small resource points, including a fish pond, a medicine garden and a silkworm bamboo house."

"Although we have to throw away a large amount of yuan stones now, it only takes three months to earn back and form good benefits."

"And by that time, our White Feather Eagle tribe will have three more pillars, and the entire tribe will definitely be more prosperous and prosperous."

"The general bronze tribes will probably just look at us from afar, envious and jealous..."

Lu Yao walked out quickly.

She stopped Fang Yang who wanted to leave Qinglu Forest.

At this moment, she was reporting her work to Fang Yang and talking about the grand blueprint for the future.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the mountains, leaning less towards Qinglu Forest, and also leaning on Lu Yao's exquisite body, making her seem to be shining and very dazzling.

At this moment, Lu Yao was no longer the plum blossom deer who was confused and at a loss in order to find her people.

She transformed into a beautiful rose that held the power of the tribe. While full of vitality, she was also full of poisonous needles and dangers.

"I believe you." Fang Yang said softly.

His words immediately made Lu Yao tremble all over, as if she was electrocuted, trembling with excitement.

Suddenly, Fang Yang continued, "I recognize your ability, but you should not forget to neglect your own practice. In the White Feather Eagle Tribe, I will be very troubled without you."

"Yeah!" Lu Yao nodded heavily, with a strange light shining in her beautiful eyes.

...

Medicine Hall Headquarters.

A small house.

Ever since being stung by Fang Yang's indifference, Chen Ying left Guanheyun Island without looking back.

Too much.

Too much.

For the first time, she found that Fang Yang was so annoying.

Therefore, she returned to her small house, closed it tightly, licked her wounds silently, and was unhappy.

Under such circumstances, she did not know about the battle between Fang Yang and Dongfang Mo Ran, let alone the information that Fang Yang suffered injustice.

On this day, the dark clouds dissipated and the sun was shining.

Because Chen Ying had not appeared for a long time, her cousin "Chen Qingnian" personally visited her and dragged her out.

Finally, she stepped out of the door.

A quarter of an hour later.

"What, Fang Yang is so miserable?" Chen Ying exclaimed, causing others to be surprised.

"Yes, but Fang Yang still won in the end, which is amazing." Cousin Chen Qingnian replied.

At this moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in Chen Ying's mind.

Her brain, which had been stagnant for nearly ten days, suddenly started to work rapidly.

In just a moment, Chen Ying sorted out the general situation.

She was very smart and understood at once that the commander behind Dongfang Xuan was definitely a big man named Sen!

"In other words, Sen Hui is very likely to not be able to go to the end with Fang Yang?!"

After coming to this conclusion in her mind, Chen Ying's heart, which had been silent for a long time, became hot again, and her heart beat.

She suddenly realized that she actually had a chance to join forces with Fang Yang, dominate one side, and be happy and free? !

"Sixth sister, what's wrong with you? I always feel that you are weird today?" Cousin Chen Qingnian asked with her head tilted.

At this time, Chen Ying slowly stood up, wearing a purple palace dress, which could not hide her proud figure.

She only heard her complex tone:

"Once, I liked a divine flying eagle very much.

This divine flying eagle is my first-class favorite.

He and I were the masters, confidants, and we spent many wonderful and happy times together.

But a year ago, he and I were forced to get lost because of some changes.

When I saw this divine flying eagle again, I found that he had a new bond.

And now the divine flying eagle may return to the mountains, but I still miss him and want to find him back.

Do you think I will succeed?"

After listening to this, Chen Qingnian felt numb.

She naturally knew what the flying eagle Chen Ying was talking about was.

It was nothing more than Fang Yang, the most talented and most popular Tianjiao leader among girls of the same generation!

Chen Qingnian wanted to shake her head and persuade Chen Ying to be more free and easy, and not to always think about the past.

At least, don't get entangled with Fang Yang anymore.

After all, everyone has a bright future now, so it's better for everyone to look forward to the future.

But with Chen Ying's proud temperament, how could she change her mind?

Especially after being suppressed by Sen Hui everywhere, Chen Qingnian couldn't tell whether her cousin Chen Ying really couldn't let go of Fang Yang, or just wanted to defeat Sen Hui.

So, Chen Qingnian replied: "As long as you are happy."

"As long as I am happy? Of course I am happy, I am extremely happy, hehe..." Chen Ying smiled slightly.