Seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck starts with the Golden Family

Chapter 83 Good Luck

On the cloud island of the Can River, there are many flying boats and people coming and going.

A wide river runs straight through the huge cloud island, and also wraps around the huge cloud island, flowing slowly.

It's just that due to the formation's shroud, it adds a green sealing force, making it impossible for the practitioners to obtain the pot grass inside.

Because now, it’s not time for the festival to start yet.

The core area of ​​Yunhe Yundao was even more crowded with people.

This flow of people is like a colony of ants, piled together and densely packed.

The scene here is enough to make your mind dizzy if you look down from high in the sky.

Fortunately, Fang Yang and his group had special status, so they didn't have to crowd on the avenue.

They were able to enter the house to rest and wait for the Can River Festival to begin.

"There are so many people here. Not even the practitioners of the Silver Tribe are seated."

Lu Yao's eyes sparkled and she said with longing, "Your Majesty, our White Feather Eagle tribe will one day hold corresponding festivals. Will it be so lively?"

Lu Yao couldn't help but blurted out.

As soon as the words came out, she suddenly felt that they were inappropriate. Just as she was about to apologize and take it back, she heard Fang Yang nod affirmatively.

Fang Yang looked at the crowd outside, stroked the wings of the White Feather Eagle, and said softly: "Yes, one day, our White Feather Eagle tribe will have its own festival."

Just for a moment, Lu Yao's face turned crimson and her heart was beating fast. She was as intoxicated as drinking fine wine.

"We will have that day..." Lu Yao repeated over and over again, dazzled.

She never doubted Fang Yang's promise.

Establish the White Feather Eagle tribe and save the people of the Qinglu tribe.

Develop the White Feather Eagle tribe, grow stronger step by step, and prosper.

Now, in less than a year, the White Feather Eagle Tribe has grown from an inferior tribe to a force comparable to the Bronze Tribe. This is nothing short of proving Fang Yang's ability.

"Uu, uh..." The little frost horse suddenly jumped up happily.

Because the Can River Festival has begun!

On the huge stage, teams of feathered figures soared, showing off special dance moves.

They sang and danced, played different roles, told ancient stories, and showed the origin of the Canhe Festival. A sense of history came over them.

Finally, when Dongfang Mobai appeared on stage with his six wings flapping, the entire world was erupted with cries like a landslide and tsunami.

Holy and elegant!

Absolutely beautiful!

Lu Yao was stunned, Fang Xuan was stunned, Hong Qishang couldn't take his eyes away, and even the two clan uncles took a breath of air.

This woman Dongfang Mobai is too otherworldly, like a goddess of light, and should not be desecrated.

"Is there really any man in this world who can stand side by side with her?"

"Of course. However, the only person who can be worthy of her is a majestic man like the monarch..."

There were many voices.

Fang Yang narrowed his eyes, hugged the little frost horse, and looked at the beautiful figure in the distance.

He seemed to have seen what Mori Ai would look like in the future.

……

The formation was unsealed and the river surged.

As Dongfang Mobai officially announced the start of the Can River Festival, monks appeared in different areas one after another.

Among them, the third-level pet beast has the largest area.

Because ferocious beasts are the same as monks, once they reach the third level, it is a small dividing line.

The monks will have various kinds of spirits, so the fierce beasts will also determine different kings of beasts.

Although the King of Beasts is a third-level ferocious beast, he can command ferocious beasts of the same level and species. He is the king among beasts!
Except for the area with third-level beasts, the area with first-level beasts is the most lively.

Because many people know that in today's army, there are many young talents who want to defeat Fang Yang and step on Fang Yang's shoulders to rise to the top.

Although it is just a competition between pet beasts and not everything, it is still a victory after all.

So many people want to come and join in the fun. "Fang Yang, where are you? Don't hide..." Dongfang Zenglong lowered his eyes and breathed like a poisonous snake.

Around him, there were eleven terrifying blue water snakes wandering around, which made others change their looks.

Because these blue water snakes are all first-order ferocious beasts.

The leading blue water snake is still in the realm of a first-order ferocious beast, but its size is already that of a second-order ferocious beast!
It is no coincidence.

Young geniuses such as Li Yang, Cheng Ningjin and Luo Xiyue are also looking for Fang Yang.

Some people want revenge, and some people want to test their skills.

But no matter what, they all seemed to regard Fang Yang as a harmless green deer.

It's as exciting as "Qin lost its deer, and the whole world chased it away".

These guys basically grab pots of grass if they can, and forget about it if they can't.

Because in their opinion, the most precious and valuable pot grass in this pot grass festival is-Fang Yang!
"Is this pot grass? It's really extraordinary."

At this moment, Fang Yang was holding a pot of grass shaped like a stone pot in his hand, looking at it with interest.

Immediately, he squeezed the pot of grass gently.

There was only a "pop" sound, and like a vase, the pot of grass broke apart, revealing broken spider web patterns.

The contents of the pot of grass suddenly appeared in front of Fang Yang.

A sleeping spiritual fish!
"It's actually the Luo Mingyu of the first and second ranks. Haha, I'm lucky." Fang Yang had a smile in his eyes.

"Crying..." In the sky above, the white-feathered eagle chirped, constantly carrying the pot of grass to the shore for Fang Yang to pocket.

The other ten flying eagles are also working diligently, as if they are robbing money.

……

The river is turbulent and the waves are rough.

During this period, strange and ferocious beasts emerged, fighting each other for the pot grass.

Among them, a molten crocodile beast and the ten green crocodile beasts it led were particularly dazzling.

They almost attracted the attention of everyone in the field and firmly occupied the eastern area, so that no one dared to compete with them for the pot grass that gradually emerged from the river surface.

And the one who controls these crocodile beasts is Zhang Ye!

"Zhang Ye, do you want to come with us to find Fang Yang?" Li Yang extended his hand to invite.

Zhang Ye sneered: "Joining forces to deal with Fang Yang? I don't need it."

Li Yang's face suddenly stiffened and his expression was ferocious.

Fortunately, there was someone behind him holding him, otherwise he would definitely have to teach Zhang Ye a lesson.

Afterwards, Li Yang and others left and continued to look for Fang Yang.

Zhang Ye looked at their leaving figures with disdain.

He will deal with Fang Yang, but he will definitely not join forces with others.

Such a victory could not prove that he could suppress Fang Yang!
Although the dispute between Fang and Zhang has always been fierce, everyone basically comes with a clear name.

Although the Fang surname is at a disadvantage, the Zhang surname will not always maintain its leading position in every generation.

On this side, Li Yang and others were still looking for Fang Yang's figure.

On the other hand, Dongfang Zenglong was very "lucky" to meet Fang Yang.

"Is someone finally going to challenge me? I hope the White Feathered Eagle can grow up." Fang Yang slowly raised his head and stared at Dongfang Zenglong.

When Dongfang Zenglong saw Fang Yang in the distance, he couldn't help but laugh wildly: "Wow, haha, I really can't find anything after I've worn iron shoes. It took no effort to get here. It seems that my luck today is top-notch."

Good luck?
A smile appeared on Fang Yang's lips.

Chirp, chirp, chirp... In half space, under the leadership of the white-feathered eagle, the eagles roared loudly and flapped their wings.

Hiss, hiss... In the river, under the leadership of the blue water snake, the snakes made bursts of hissing sounds, which were sinister and terrifying.

At this moment, with just a glance, Fang Yang and Dongfang Zenglong understood each other's thoughts.

No need to say anything, just kill.

(End of this chapter)