Moreover, with Mr. Zhao as the guarantee, at least no one in the alliance dares to take any evil intentions.

This is what is called a powerful alliance!

After telling Fang Tianyang the mystery of Xuantian Baolu, Fang Che began to ask about the iron dumbbells and chick tits he had been thinking about for a long time.

He is almost a gym-level trainer, and the iron dumbbells and chick tits are still alive. Is this reasonable?

Looking at his grandson's somewhat dissatisfied look, Fang Tianyang could only smile bitterly.

He originally wanted to pay more attention to Fang Che, but who would have thought that Fang Che had grown to this point in just three months.

Compared to his grandson, Fang Tianyang felt that he had lived to Tutu dog for decades.

"If you have iron dumbbells, you haven't found a flash yet, but I got an egg for you in Chitty.

Its parents are both quasi-king-level elves in the secret realm, and it has also been taken care of by a champion-level flying elves. Although it is far inferior to your Kodora and the giant swamp monster, its talent is definitely not inferior to Lucario."

Fang Tianyang smiled proudly. For so long, he finally found a suitable elf egg, and it was not in vain that he had been using his connections.

"The care of the champion-level elves? Hiss!"

Fang Che thought of his Black King, could it be that the champion-level elf is also a god’s favor?

It seemed that he could see Fang Che’s thoughts, Fang Tianyang’s mouth twitched, is it so easy for the divine favor to come out?

"It's just an ordinary flying elf, but it gave its refined feathers to Chikata. This little guy brought a perfectly-quality secret treasure when he was born."

Fang Tianyang sighed a little. He wanted the elf with his own perfect quality secret treasure, but now he no longer has so much effort to cultivate a new elf.

Even the Qixi Blue Bird that has been handed over to Fang Che for use is only trained by Fang Tianyang when he is free.

"Grandpa Fang, what kind of elf is that championship-level flying elf?" Zhao Wanxi was a little confused. What kind of elf could condense his strength into his feathers?

"Warrior Eagle."

Fang Tianyang raised a finger. The relationship he held was the connections from the Stars and Stripes Alliance, and the Warrior Eagle was also the regional elves there.

When Fang Che and Zhao Wanxi heard the name of Warrior Eagle, they immediately understood some information. The old man must have spent a lot of effort on this chick-tit egg from there and came in here.

"Is the Elf Egg? That's right. At the training meeting, see if you can get some special culture medium formulas. If you can get a huge calcium tablet formula!"

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Chapter completed!