Chapter 1738 Poor Xuanling cat
Zhao Jinshan became so angry that he almost tried his best to attack Yang Haoran.
It's a pity that Yang Haoran hid too quickly, and all these efforts were in vain.
On the contrary, Zhao Jinshan became more and more impatient and his playing style became more and more chaotic.
Seeing Zhao Jinshan coming over like a mountain again.
Yang Haoran suddenly jumped into the air and circled behind Zhao Jinshan.
Following the direction of Zhao Jinshan's attack, his kick landed on Zhao Jinshan's back.
With a bang, this kick became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Zhao Jinshan lay on the ground, rolled his eyes, and gasped for air.
Rather than saying that he was defeated by Yang Haoran, it would be more appropriate to say that he was exhausted by himself.
The cheers kept getting louder and louder, and some audience members had already stood up and applauded vigorously.
The people sitting on the judges' table are all practitioners in the Golden Elixir stage.
At this time, he was commenting on Yang Haoran.
"This disciple of Tianji Sect may seem opportunistic, but his true strength cannot be underestimated.
His physical strength will never be lower than that of the disciples of the Barbarian God Sect, it will only be stronger."
A judge next to him nodded in agreement.
"Indeed, just now he actually punched a Barbarian God Sect disciple.
If he wasn't physically strong, he would have been carried down long ago."
"I didn't have enough money, so I found a treasure this time. I heard that this person was brought back from the Hall of Two Realms."
"Two Realms Palace? This period?
Doesn't that mean that this person comes from the deserted world?
No wonder then.
The spiritual energy in the desolate world is thin, and it is much more difficult to practice than in the spiritual world.
It is precisely because of this that any cultivator from the Desolate Realm has the ability to surpass monks of the same level."
"During this period of time, he is not the only cultivator who came from the desolate world.
But other practitioners are walking through space cracks.
He is the only one who came from the Palace of Two Realms."
"Looking at it this way, there will be no suspense for this man to obtain the title of first-level barbarian god.
As for higher levels, it’s hard to say.
After all, those who can obtain the title of first-level Barbarian God are all geniuses among practitioners."
Outside the arena, the Xuanling tabby cat meowed miserably.
After all, he failed to escape the capture of the young scholar and fell into the clutches of the little girl.
The little girl had just combed her hair, but she still looked angry.
"If you dare to bully me, I will stew you in cat soup!"
The Xuanling cat looked at the little girl with a pitiful expression.
He was restrained by the hateful scholar and couldn't move at all.
"Meow!"
The Xuanling tabby cat let out a scream and saw its beloved cat's fur flying in the wind.
The little girl has very fast hands and keeps tugging at the cat's hair, never getting tired of it.
"Second uncle, you can use these cat hairs to make a pillow. Do you want it if I give it to you?"
The young scholar was speechless.
"Mu Qing, my aunt, don't forget that you are a girl!
You won’t be able to get married if you do this!”
"Hmph, don't try to persuade me. If this stinky cat dares to bully me, I will turn him into a hairless cat!"
"Meow!"
The miserable screams of the Xuanling tabby cat continued incessantly.
The passers-by were shocked to see this, this little girl is really cruel.
It wasn't until the good calico cat turned into a red cat that Mu Qing finally stopped.
"Hmph, I think you will still dare to bully me in the future."
The young scholar lowered his head. It would be too embarrassing to be with his aunt! But he must not meet anyone he knows.
"Okay, now that you've vented your anger, let this beast go."
The scholar's words are like the sound of nature to the Xuanling cat, and he is finally free!
"No, I have to keep him until his hair grows out.
If the cat is obedient, pet it, if not, then pull it out again!"
"Meow!"
Xuanling Cat was so distraught that she lay on the ground and pretended to be dead.
When the judges announced that Yang Haoran had won the title of Level 1 Barbarian God, the entire arena was excited.
This was a huge upset, a result that no one expected.
A disciple of the Tianji Sect was actually able to obtain the title of Barbarian God in Cook City.
Even if it is only the lowest level, it is enough to become a talking point for these practitioners.
An inconspicuous location in the auditorium of the Arena.
The smile on the pockmarked fat man's face became even more obscene.
"Okay, I really did not misjudge the person, this guy is not simple!
This may be the most successful investment in my life!”
Obtaining the title of first-level Barbarian God is not only an honor.
It can still be used to challenge higher level arenas.
However, Yang Haoran has no intention of continuing the challenge.
There's no point in fighting these big bulls. Apart from their strength, they can't even do any tricks.
Moreover, Yang Haoran's purpose is to gain fame and attract Ma Guoxuan.
And obviously, the current results are much better than expected.
Especially when the two terms Tianjimen disciple and first-level barbarian god are superimposed, it is simply an explosive effect.
As long as Ma Guoxuan is in Cook City, he will definitely hear about it.
If Ma Guoxuan does not take the initiative, Yang Haoran's continued challenge will be meaningless.
When Yang Haoran walked out again, everyone looked at him with completely different eyes.
Those who can obtain the title of first-level barbarian god are enough to be called strong men of the same level.
Those who had ridiculed Yang Haoran all stayed away, not wanting to be slapped in the face.
Yang Haoran stood in the hall and looked around.
"Where's the cat? That guy really can't stay still. Maybe he doesn't want to follow me, and maybe he ran away."
Yang Haoran looked indifferent.
To him, having one more cat and one less cat doesn't really matter.
So Yang Haoran walked outside. Before he could go out, he heard a cat meowing that gave him goosebumps.
"Meow, grandpa, save me! Meow's second uncle's!"
I bet, except for that mean calico cat, there is absolutely no other cat that can make such a shrill cry.
It's just that it screams so miserably, what happened to this cat?
Yang Haoran turned around suddenly and saw a sluggish red cat with a rope tied around its neck.
That rope is actually a magic weapon.
This familiar scent is definitely that Xuanling tabby cat.
Especially that sly look in his eyes is unmistakable.
Just like this? Why is it so ecstatic and terrible to look at?
For the first time, Xuanling Huamao felt that Yang Haoran was so kind.
He desperately wanted to run towards Yang Haoran, even if he called this guy grandpa all his life, he still recognized him.
He never wanted to suffer at the hands of this little witch again. This was simply not the life a cat should live!
Mu Qing pulled the rope hard and lifted the Xuanling Cat into the air.
The rope was tied around his neck, almost suffocating him.
"Want to run? No way!"
Yang Haoran had already walked towards Mu Qing in a daze, with an extremely strange look on his face.
"This cat is mine."
This chapter has been completed!