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The Na'vi who were watching around were already dumbfounded. They were still in the stage of primitive tribal civilization, and how could they have seen such gorgeous and powerful fighting skills as dialects.

Even Suka, who had seen the process of fighting the Dialect and the Death God Beast before, and had overestimated the strength of the dialect as much as possible in their hearts, couldn't suppress the surprise in their hearts at this moment.

Being able to suppress Su Tai in a duel without any power to fight back, and even the dagger capital that he is best at pulling out - such strength is far beyond their imagination.

For a while, everyone couldn't help but look at Su Tai with fear and admiration, the tall figure who had just withdrawn his fist.

Fang Yan walked out of the field with a face full of unfinished meaning. This battle with Su Tai made him completely vent the frustration he had been saving in his heart when facing non-humanoid enemies in the past.

What made Fang Yan even happier was that through this battle, he had vaguely figured out how to incorporate those melee skills into his physical instincts.

Fang Yan made a slight estimate in his heart, as long as there were two or three more battles of this level, he would be able to initially integrate his melee skills into his physical instinct and completely master the power of this avatar clone.

"It's a pity that a suitable opponent like Su Tai is really hard to find for a while."

Fang Yan couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Sean!"

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from the crowd, and Fang Yan subconsciously turned his head to see who else it could be if it wasn't Grace and Max. Beside the two of them, there was also a Na'vi woman who was dressed differently from other Na'vi.

After seeing this Na'vi woman, Fang Yan couldn't help but move in his heart, and guessed her identity almost instantly.

Although the civilization of the Na'vi people is still in the Stone Age, and their diet is only hunting and gathering, they already have a basic aesthetic in clothing, which can be seen from the different levels of clothing as tribal chiefs and spiritual leaders.

And the Na'vi woman in front of her was wearing a costume that represented the spiritual leader of the tribe, a costume similar to a wizard's robe.

Retracting his gaze, Fang Yan's attention returned to Grace and the others.

"Hey, Doctor, and Max!" Fang Yan hurriedly ran over in small steps, and the Na'vi people along the way consciously made way for him. "It's a pleasure to see you again!"

Grace and the others were happy to see Dialect again, but they didn't forget what they were doing, and after a few brief greetings to each other, they began to introduce Dialect to the Na'vi woman next to them.

"Sean, this is the spiritual leader of the Omatyakya tribe - Lady Moya!" Grace pointed to the Na'vi beside her and introduced to Dialect, then she pointed to Dialect and introduced Moya, "This is Sean, our companion, a very good young man. ”

"Hello, Ms. Moya!"

The dialect greeted politely in Na'vi, and was secretly taken aback in his heart. It was also when he got closer that he discovered that there was a natural aura that he was very familiar with in this spiritual leader of the Omatyakya tribe.

"It's very similar to the breath of those elven jellyfish I encountered before," Fang Yan secretly mused, "It seems that the spiritual leaders of these tribes say that they are Eva's servants, and it is not necessarily false!" ”

Mo Ya did not reply to the dialect's greeting at the first time, but began to circle around the dialect with a strange expression.

The spiritual leader of the Omatyakya tribe looked at the dialect with strange eyes as he walked around, nodding his head from time to time as if to confirm something.

The dialect was a little hairy when she saw it.

"Are you—" Grace asked, looking a little confused, and after waiting for a moment, she finally couldn't help but ask.

Swish!

Mo Ya raised a hand and blocked it in front of Grace, preventing her from continuing to ask, but her gaze remained on Fang Yan.

Grace closed her mouth full of doubts, and after glancing at Max next to her, she couldn't help but look at Fang Yan with worried eyes.

"Don't Shaun break any Na'vi taboo!"

He gave Grace a reassuring look, but Fang Yan didn't have the same worry in his heart, and although he didn't quite understand the actions of the spiritual leader of the Omatyakya tribe, he knew that it must have something to do with the gifts that Eva had given him.

"Since she can feel the natural aura on Mo Ya's body, it is not so surprising that she can feel the residual aura on her body......"

"Sean...... That's the name, right? ”

A slightly hoarse voice suddenly woke up the dialect that was secretly pondering.

Fang Yan looked at the source of the sound in some surprise, but he did not expect that the spiritual leader of the Omatyakya tribe on the other side could speak English so proficiently.

"Yes," Fang Yan replied calmly and generously in the face of Mo Ya's inquiring gaze, "I'm Sean, it's nice to meet you, Ms. Mo Ya!" ”

"Welcome to the Omatyakya tribe, Shaun Warrior! You've just done a great job. It's just—"

Mo Ya's expression and movements had returned to normal, and she was looking at Fang Yan with a kind gaze at this time, but there was still some doubt in her expression.

"How can you have the breath of Eva on your body......"

"Can you tell me how it came to be?"

Fang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, can he really feel the natural breath on his body.

"It's an elven jellyfish......"

There was nothing to hide, and the dialect directly told Mo Ya what happened on the road in the local future.

After listening to the description of the dialect, Mo Ya's face showed a look that was really like this, which showed that she had guessed before. And her gaze at Fang Yan couldn't help but become more kind.

Grace and the others, who were listening with their ears pricked up, were very interested in the elven jellyfish mentioned in each other's words, after all, the existence of Eva and the Soul Tree was still unknown to human scientists.

Just looking at the occasion at this time, they could only reluctantly swallow back the words they wanted to blurt out.

Then, at Moya's kind invitation, the group returned to her treehouse and began to discuss the establishment of a school between humans and the Omatyakya tribe.

And when the figure of the dialect disappeared at the door of the tree house with a few people, I don't know who opened the head, and the Na'vi people in the field outside invariably breathed a sigh of relief, which showed the great pressure that the dialect had given them just now.