Chapter 97 Raise the Butcher Knife

Three urgent secret letters were sent from the Taihang Mountains and arrived at the White Feather Eagle base one after another.

Uncle Fang Qi, Lu Yao and others looked at the contents of the letter and were extremely puzzled.

Because Fang Yang wanted them not to rush ahead, that is, not to get involved in the next war vortex.

Such a direction is very abnormal, and it is completely contrary to the judgment of the mainstream public.

Nowadays, who is not holding up the butcher knife high, ready to swing it heavily in the upcoming war, so as to have a good year?

"I didn't understand my brother's order. Now the Eight Banners Army is strong and powerful, even if two fronts are opened at the same time, it is not a problem at all."

Cousin Fang Xuan hesitated: "What's more, our White Feather Eagle tribe is just wandering on the edge of the battlefield, carrying out small-scale encirclement and suppression tasks, and we won't encounter any major dangers..."

For this battle, they have made a lot of preparations and spent a lot of effort.

Fang Xuan was really unwilling to follow Fang Yang's instructions and withdraw from the war.

Uncle Fang narrowed his eyes and looked at Fang Xuan after hearing this.

His eyes were cold, and Fang Xuan felt creepy and uncomfortable.

He only heard him say coldly: "The most clear thing for a man is to recognize his position. Since the commander has issued an order, you just need to execute it."

On the side.

Although Lu Yao was a little confused, she still chose to believe Fang Yang unswervingly.

As the leader of the White Feather Eagle Tribe, Fang Yang should be more concerned about the survival and growth of the White Feather Eagle Tribe than anyone else.

Since Fang Yang asked them to temporarily avoid the battle, he must have his own reasons.

"Perhaps, there will be earth-shattering changes on the front line?"

An inexplicable thought came to Lu Yao's mind, which immediately made her pupils dilate and her heart tremble.

If this is true, it would be terrible.

You know, many people sell their pots and irons, and do not hesitate to go bankrupt, all in order to make a quick fortune and a big fortune from the next battle!

...

Luoyun Mountain.

The chief camp.

After Fang Yang met his new subordinates, he gave the order to keep everything as it was.

After that, he stayed in the main tent.

As for the Zhuyan wolves that were kept in captivity all over the mountains, he had not visited them many times, let alone taken care of them.

Basically, except for going to the top of the mountain every night to observe whether it was the full moon night mentioned in the fortune, he was really devoted to cultivation and ignored everything outside.

At this moment, one young woman after another came in and out of the main tent.

They worked together to move the many empty barrels placed on the open space of the tent.

As soon as they walked out of the main tent, these young women couldn't help whispering:

"Three meals a day, each meal requires 35 barrels of first-level beast meat. One person digests nearly 700 people's meals a day. It's terrible."

"The more he eats, the better he fights. Such a person is worthy of being called [Zhi Ling Wu]."

"And the other adult is also very good. He can actually identify whether the beast meat is poisonous just by smell..."

They thought they were talking in a low voice.

But in fact, it sounded like a huge bell in Fang Yang's ears.

At this moment, Fang Yang, who had dispersed the "Little Whale Swallowing Skill", turned to hold the Yuan Stone in his hand and absorbed the Yuan Qi in it to make the empty cavity Zhen Yuan Sea full again.

Luoyun Mountain is a good place to practice in seclusion and improve cultivation.

Practicing in seclusion here, Fang Yang can feel his progress in strength every day.

Whether it is blood, strength, or soul foundation.

For example, he can condense the claws of the Fire Eagle phantom by about 0.5% every day, which is very impressive.

At this rate, in less than a month, he will be able to advance from the second-level middle to the second-level high realm.

Such a life is what Fang Yang dreams of.

Focusing on cultivation, he only wants to break through the realm and not care about worldly affairs.

In addition, Fang Yang can actually spare extra time to study other skills.

Since Luoyun Mountain is extremely suitable for slave cultivation, Fang Yang chose to study the "Slave Spirit Art" method with the remaining time.

He always felt that this "Slave Spirit Art" was very mysterious and was not as simple as controlling one or two ordinary beasts.

The sky gradually darkened, and the moon rose above the branches.

The ancient pines on the mountain stood tall, and there were occasional wolf howls.

Under the night moon, Fang Yang stood on the top of the mountain.

He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, but found that it was still in a half-moon posture, and had not yet reached the full moon as the middle and upper fortune said.

"Cry..."

Beside Fang Yang, there is a black water eagle.

This black water eagle was the eagle that fought side by side with the white-feathered eagle that day, fighting against the Nianhe and Yunhe, and finally survived.

The black water eagle has black fur, as black as ink.

The power of its race's bloodline is not even as good as that of the white-feathered eagle.

Under normal circumstances, the final state of the black water eagle will stop at the middle of the second stage, and only a very small number of black water eagles will reach the peak of the second stage.

But the more peculiar thing is that the black water eagle is different from ordinary flying eagles. They can fly in the rain!

The rain will not only not make them feel heavy feathers, but also add some strength to them.

This is the effect of bloodline power.

Originally, Fang Yang planned to use the white-feathered eagle as a transitional pet.

It was just by chance that the white-feathered eagle got a chance and had another way out, so Fang Yang did not use the white-feathered eagle as a transitional pet.

But no matter what, Fang Yang still lacked a transitional pet.

Especially when he was studying the "Slave Spirit Art", he needed a pet beast for transitional use.

Just at this time, the black water eagle appeared.

With a "snap", Fang Yang grabbed the black water eagle with one hand, and then a blood-red light flashed.

In an instant, Fang Yang branded the black water eagle with the master-servant mark!

...

The next morning, the sky was bright.

It was extremely rare that Fang Yang walked out of the main tent.

Under the gaze of his subordinates, he swept his big hand over the beast bag and summoned more than a hundred flying eagles at once.

"Cry..."

"Cry..."

The flying eagles circled in the air and kept crying.

Most of them were around the black water eagle, and the black water eagle obeyed Fang Yang's orders.

Fang Yang activated the "Slave Spirit Art" technique and issued instructions.

Soon, the black water eagle reacted.

It urged the flying eagles to start moving.

But it took a while before it made the flying eagles land.

Such a response speed is far inferior to that of the white-feathered eagle.

"Ayang, a true slave practitioner treats the beasts he enslaves as an extension of his arms, and can hit whatever he points at."

Uncle Fang said softly: "Since you are already a hundred eagle souls, you are similar to a third-level slave practitioner. If you have time, you may practice the "Slave Spirit Art" method again."

Hearing this, Fang Yang nodded.

In fact, slave practice is just a supplement for him.

But after all, there is the white-feathered eagle tribe as a logistics base, and it would be a pity if it is not used.

On this side, Fang Yang personally took action and carried out the three rings of "raising, using, and refining" on the eagle group to explore the mysteries of slavery.

On the other side, a group of old subordinates of Luoyun Mountain continued to take care of the Zhuyan wolf pack, and they were extremely tired.

When they saw Fang Yang concentrating on handling his personal affairs, the group of subordinates were even more stunned. Isn't this a bit bold?

Each person, like a frost-bitten eggplant, lowered their heads and secretly looked at each other with their eyes.

But no one dared to be the first to speak up and asked Fang Yang to put down the eagles and look at the wolves instead.

However, Fang Yang's actions were eventually reported to the slave master Chang Ruhui.

"Don't bother me with such trivial matters."

"As long as Fang Yang doesn't burn, kill, rob, and do all kinds of evil, let him do it."

"I'm busy with how to participate in the war now, so don't make trouble for me!"

Chang Ruhui's eyes were like wolf pupils, flashing with a dark green light.

Compared with Fang Yang's actions, he was more concerned about which wolf packs he could mobilize to fight.

Immediately, Chang Ruhui pressed down with his big hand, which instantly turned the documents into powder, making the visitor pale with fear.

Don't bother him with anything other than important matters related to the war!