This person's appearance is only mediocre, but his eyes are shining, so that people dare not look directly. What is even more striking is the arrogance in him, as if no one cares about it.

Seeing Jia Zhuo coming, the middle-aged man Eagle Zhong actually changed his demeanor, greeted him with a smile, and arched his hand and said: "Eagle Zhong is ordered by the patriarch to send a congratulatory gift, congratulating the Yan clan on being promoted to a first-class clan, and I also hope that you and I can be friends from now on, and there will be more exchanges."

Jia Jie hurriedly returned the salute and solemnly welcomed the eagle bell in.

This person is not only noble, but also represents the first-class clan Crazy Eagle Clan, and came to make friends with the Yan Clan, which is of great significance, of course, he must be well received.

Entering the courtyard, those eighth-order powerhouses who refused to leave greeted Eagle Bell one after another, and their expressions were very respectful. Although everyone's strength is eighth-order, which is not much worse, the identity gap between the members of the first-class clan and the second-class clan is still very large.

Eagle Bell nodded to them rather coldly, in response. Compared with the time when he talked to Jia Jie in Taniguchi, his demeanor at this time was like a different person. Those strong people didn't think they were angry, as if they were used to it.

Jajay ushered the eagle bell into the hall. Some strong people still want to take the opportunity to follow up and continue to be close. Jia Jie couldn't say anything, but he heard Eagle Zhong say coldly: "Under the order of the patriarch, I have something important to talk to Master Yanxiong, and I ask you to make it convenient."

Swept away by the lightning in his eyes, the strong men smiled and retreated.

Several sixth-order spirit foxes with pure white fur, with a big tray on their heads, walked in gently. They are the waiters in this courtyard, and it is their job to receive guests, take care of meals, and take care of daily chores.

Jia Jie took out the wine and fruits on the plate one by one and placed them on the table. A few spirit foxes rolled up the empty plate with their tails and slowly retreated.

Qinglang thought that Eagle Zhong really had something important to talk to Jia Jie, and was about to go out, but was stopped by Eagle Zhong with a smile: "Qinglang Gongzi doesn't have to be like this, I just saw those people as an eyesore and found a reason to send it away." This is already a hustle and bustle, and it would be too ignorant to drive you, the master, out as well."

Qinglang laughed along with it.

Jia Jie was secretly frightened. Eighth-order master, that is an out-and-out powerhouse, but he was driven around like a fly, but those people didn't dare to have any complaints, this level relationship in the east of the mountain is really harsh enough.

Seeing the different color on Jia Jie's face, Eagle Zhong reacted and explained, "Does Master Yanxiong think I'm too much, but it's nothing. Since the Pangu God opened the world, this world has always been the world of the strong. Whoever has a big fist and who is strong will naturally get a higher status and have greater rights, and life and death are just a matter of one sentence, how can there be so many scruples that your Yan clan is a first-class clan of King Xiong, and the status is respected. You don't have to have too many scruples in the future, as long as you don't provoke the anger of the sky and people, no one can control you This is the life criterion of Dongxiang Mountain, just get used to it. ”

Qinglang also nodded yes, he himself is the son of a big family, and he has long been accustomed to such a way of behaving. Jia Jie nodded, no matter what he thought in his heart, if he wanted to integrate into the upper circle of Dongxiang Mountain faster, it was not better to follow their habits.

Although Eagle Zhong was disdainful of ordinary eighth-order powerhouses, he deliberately made friends with Jia Jie, a refining master, and Qinglang interjected a few words from time to time, and the three of them actually talked happily with each other.

Half an hour later, the eagle bell took its leave.

The Crazy Eagle family is worthy of being an old first-class clan, and they have made extraordinary moves, in addition to countless heavenly and earthly treasures, they also sent a slave clan to the Yan clan. This slave clan is quite powerful, it is a green cow group, with 5,000 heads in size, of which there are more than 2,000 advanced demon beasts, more than 100 heads above the fifth order, and 10 heads with sixth-order strength. This is an out-and-out gift, and its combat power is almost equal to that of the current Yan Clan.

Counting the three slave clans rewarded by the Bear King, the human tribe promised by the Green Fox Clan, and the three seventh-order slaves promised by the Liu family, the strength of the Yan Clan increased countless times overnight

Although it can't be compared with the Flame Wolf Clan, it is no longer a piece of soft persimmon that can be kneaded by others. Thinking like this, Jia Jie couldn't help but smirk, and Qinglang, who was on the side, shook his head.

In the second half of the morning, several more groups of guests came to the door. Among them, some of them were the patriarchs of the small families who came to make friends, and a few were envoys from the Bear King clan.

The Xiong royal clan is the largest clan in Dongxiang Mountain, and its power is not something that ordinary people can imagine. There were hundreds of seventh-order and eighth-order ordinary powerhouses in the clan, and what was even more amazing was that in addition to the bear king and the unknown spirit demon realm masters, there were as many as seven ninth-order giants

Although these giants belong to the Bear King clan, they each have their own spheres of influence, and they all have a group of spirits under them, and their actual forces are by no means under the first-class clans. Hearing that Jia Jie was going to give each of them a spiritual treasure, he was naturally overjoyed, and each sent a messenger to congratulate Jia Jie.

For a while, the Qinghu Courtyard was very lively, and a group of people came and went, all of whom were characters with great backgrounds. Jia Jie was busy with the reception, and Qinglang was also helping on the side.

These giants each gave their own gifts, mostly heavenly and earthly treasures, elixirs, fairy fruits, etc., piled up in several large rooms. Those who are more generous will also send one or two seventh-order slaves, and at the end of the day, the number of seventh-order slaves under Jia Jie has reached as many as nine, almost catching up with the average third-order clan. With the addition of Jia Jie, a powerhouse whose combat power is comparable to that of the eighth order, the true strength of the Yan clan already belongs to the second-class clan level.

The smile on Jia Jie's face did not stop for a moment, and at the end of the laugh, the muscles on his face were numb.

That night, there were several wild laughter in Jia Jie's room, and although he tried his best to suppress it, it still spread far, far away

A faint spiritual mist floated over the valley, and an incomparably rich aura drilled into the pores with a cyclone.

Jia Jie closed his eyes, greedily breathing in the breath of the place. Slowly, his body moved. He didn't use a single bit of mana, but in every move, the aura of the entire valley danced wildly with his movements.

This is exactly the set of boxing techniques he comprehended from the giant spirit technique, after several battles during this time, he has a new understanding of the Pangu secret spell, and the power of this set of boxing techniques has also increased a lot.

His movements are sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and they seem to be secretly in tune with the rhythm of the whole world. When it was fast, tens of thousands of fist shadows could be swung in one breath, filling the entire space. When it is slow, it is like a spirit turtle walking, and it takes half a day to punch it. He seems to be immersed in a certain artistic conception, which outsiders can't understand at all

"Huh" An inaudible but deafening voice sounded, and Jia Jie's body suddenly danced into a shadow in the sky. The shadow of the person was silent, and he saw a chaotic-colored fist, like the shadow of an axe that opened the world, tearing through the clouds, shattering the void, and shooting straight into the air.

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An earthy yellow light mask suddenly appeared in the extremely high air, but it was Xiongqiu Mountain's defensive formation that was triggered. This fist directly collided with the light mask, tearing through dozens of layers of defense in an instant, and the remaining momentum continued to shoot outward

In the depths of the Bear King's hall, the Golden Horn Bear King's closed eyes opened, smiled noncommittally, and slowly closed them again.

After Jia Jie finished a set of punches, he suddenly felt refreshed, and seemed to have a sense of comfort all over his body.

"Jia Jie, how many sets of spirit-level spells do you Yan Clan have, I bet that this set of fist techniques is at least a medium-grade spirit-level spell" Qinglang asked with a surprised expression.

Jia Jie smiled faintly and did not answer.

This question is really difficult to answer.

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