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

Chapter 91 Like a domestic slave
"Nianhe's shadow rises."

"Fire Eagle Shadow, rise."

With two loud explosions, Bai Yuying and Nian He both underwent tremendous changes.

The white-feathered eagle's body grew rapidly, and its whole body was wrapped in flames.

What is even more surprising is that the white feathered eagle's eyes are filled with cold lightning, its wings stand upright, its roots are like swords, and its murderous intent is like prison.

Nian He on the other side did not hesitate to give in.

If the white-feathered eagle transforms into the spirit of fire, then Nianhe becomes the spirit of wind.

Even with the help of the power of blood, Nianhe became more agile, which was completely different from the straight-forward approach of White Feather Eagle.

The next moment, Nianhe's eyes were cruel and his expression was ferocious. He would not hesitate to let all the Yunhe die, but he would also unleash a fatal blow.

"Innocent." Fang Yang's expression remained unchanged and he was not anxious at all.

After sacrificing his five subordinates, Nianhe seized the moment when the flow of White Feather Eagle's Qi was slightly stagnant.

Nianhe suddenly flapped his wings, triggering a small hurricane that could destroy a house.

The hurricane blew on the river, colliding and rubbing rapidly, setting off huge waves, and making a huge sound like a tiger roaring and a lion roaring.

In just a few breaths, the white feathered eagle's body, which looks like steel and iron bones, will be completely destroyed by the hurricane and die on the spot.

At this critical moment, the white feather eagle's eyes widened, and the fierce flames suddenly transformed into ghostly flames.

Its wings suddenly changed from orange to gray.

The ethereal flames enveloped it in an instant, allowing it to fearlessly charge into the hurricane.

Like hot water meeting ice and snow, a gap was created in this small hurricane.

The hurricane seemed to be swallowed up by flames!
This scene was so shocking that everyone present was stunned.

"Okay, continue to suppress it." Uncle Fang clenched his fist lightly, and the electric python under his feet also screamed, as if cheering for the white feathered eagle.

"What is the origin of this flame? It is neither the blood power of White Feather Eagle nor the blood power of Fire Eagle..." Dongfang Xuezhi, Lin Tianxue and others frowned, extremely puzzled.

"I knew this white-feathered eagle was extraordinary, I knew it. Nianhe, don't lose." Dongfang Zenglong looked ferocious, unwilling to fail.

In the rear, Senyou and Dongfang Xuan stood side by side, both narrowing their eyes.

Senyou asked coldly: "The situation is a bit wrong. This is the leader of your Dongfang clan. Is this the guarantee you gave me?!"

"We are not at the end of the road yet. There is still a chance. If something goes wrong, I will take action." Dongfang Xuan responded. He did not expect that the ferocious beast Nianhe could not gain the upper hand.

Everyone knows that Fang Yang's white-feathered eagle is different from ordinary white-feathered eagles.

But no matter how different it is, this white-feathered eagle is a white-feathered eagle for one day and will remain a white-feathered eagle for the rest of its life!

Is it possible that Fang Yang's white-feathered eagle can turn the world upside down like other ferocious beasts with the blood of wild beasts?

But the fact is that even though everyone has raised their expectations for this white-feathered eagle time and time again, they still find that this white-feathered eagle is a bit unfathomable.

This white-feathered eagle, just like its owner Fang Yang, has always been able to steadily gain the upper hand in battles.

I've never seen him in a bad mood.

The light flashes and the wind and fire roar.

The pot grass emerging from the pot river will tear apart as soon as it appears, causing chaos.

"Huh~" Dongfang Moran's face was ashen, the development of the matter was a bit beyond his calculation.

Even his name of "Zhihe" seems so stupid.

It was as if he was a paper tiger that could be broken by Fang Yang with just one poke.

This is so embarrassing!
Now, in mid-air, the white-feathered eagle is pressing down on Nianhe to fight, and the ten flying eagles are also pressing down on five Yunhe.

Whether it was a duel between generals or a duel between small soldiers, Dongfang Moran was almost lagging behind. He had no way to compete with Fang Yang.

The so-called fight for leadership seems so ridiculous.

but……

"I haven't lost yet!" Dongfang Moran remembered the horror of Senyou, and immediately gritted his teeth and used the Slave Dao Technique.

Slave magic techniques generally squeeze the potential and life essence of pet beasts to exchange for real-time combat power.

It must not be used unless absolutely necessary. And Fang Yang was always paying attention to Dongfang Moran's actions.

Ever since, Fang Yang also started to use the seals of "Nu Ling Jue".

He is going to give White Feather Eagle and a group of flying eagles strength and decide the outcome. He will no longer have any real energy left to support White Feather Eagle!
But it was at this moment that the world suddenly roared, and the Can River became rough.

It turns out that the formation that sealed this place showed its power.

The power of the formation was like a chain, locking the flying eagles and cloud cranes in the sky, unable to move.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Dongfang Xuan appeared!
"Fang Yang, I don't know how you can avoid the formation and cast a spell that exceeds the first level."

Dongfang Xuan stared at Fang Yang coldly, his eyes like daggers: "But you have broken the rules, please leave this place thirty feet away!"

A strong coercion spread from Dongfang Xuan, forcing Fang Yang, and it was inevitable that Fang Yang would succumb.

One foot is more than three meters, which means that Fang Yang needs to stay away from him for a hundred meters. What's the difference between asking Fang Yang not to participate in this fight?
There is no doubt that the final winner is Dongfang Moran!

As soon as Dongfang Xuan said this, the crowd watching the match was shocked and in an uproar. They couldn't believe it.

"What is this? It's just a naked secret!"

"If you can't afford to lose, don't play. It's so dirty."

"I was just wondering why Fang Yang is always so calm. It turns out that this guy has a way to take advantage of loopholes. No wonder a mere white-feathered eagle is so capable..."

Everyone had different opinions.

Among them, Uncle Fang was even more livid and wanted to step forward to seek justice for Fang Yang.

But what is more regrettable is that the seemingly invisible power of the formation forcibly suppressed everyone and prevented them from entering the battlefield.

"Are you saying that I have a disobedient heart?"

Sen Mang sneered in the dark, "Huh, a mere kid named Fang, who doesn't even have a living saint ancestor, dares to fight me? You deserve it, bah!"

At this moment.

An unknown anger rushed straight into Fang Yang's heart.

Fang Yang knew that he would encounter a crisis and then get an opportunity.

But he didn't expect that he would encounter such a crisis.

unacceptable!

Fang Yang had only seen this kind of situation in the Premier League in his previous life.

But he never expected that he, a member of the Golden Family, would be bullied.

"What did you say?!"

"You broke the rules and have to leave here."

Facing Fang Yang's cold words, Dongfang Xuan still answered unhurriedly and with full confidence.

At this moment, a flash of light suddenly flashed in Fang Yang's mind.

He knew that with his current status as [Executive Order], the person who could bully him in this way would most likely be Mori.

as predicted.

He vaguely saw Senyou's figure behind Dongfang Xuan.

The gloomy figure was shaking its head at him, as if laughing at his overestimation!

For the first time, the disadvantages of Fang Yang's power status being attached to the Sen surname emerged.

That is, Fang Yang cannot be free in front of Sen surname, just like a domestic slave!
"Traitor, traitor, traitor!" Fang Yang felt depressed in his heart, and it would be hard to calm down unless he killed this thief.

His eyes were fixed on the fortune, especially the winning one:
[Winning the lottery, participating in the Can River Festival, striving for the top spot, implies danger, but you will get a fourth-level opportunity, which is good luck. 】

Fang Yang took a deep breath and looked up at the white-feathered eagle.

He found that Bai Yu's eagle eyes were filled with blazing flames, as if they wanted to devour everything.

At this moment, one master and one pet seemed to be telepathically aware of each other's thoughts.

The eagle strikes the sky, and the fire burns the sky!
Completely burn this unfair world to ashes!

(End of this chapter)