One Hundred and Fifty-Nine. Brutal

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Although the Guangcheng Mountain family has a great business, raising such a big guy is still a problem, and Yan Zhaoge now has the right to prioritize the allocation of resources.

From the point of view of Yan Zhaoge himself, he is very happy to be a local tyrant and throw money away.

However, after thinking for a while, Yan Zhaoge came up with a material that, after being refined in a special way, could be used as food for this giant panda.

Moreover, this material has high yield and low price, and its effect is better than that of ordinary ore concentrate. It is a model of high quality and low price.

Regarding its name, Yan Zhaoge prepared two alternatives as a joke.

One is called Panpan.

The other one is called Fat Tiger.

Regarding the latter plan, Yan Zhaoge's idea was that the next pet would be named Xiaofu, and the next one would be called Daxiong...

These were all bad tastes that Yan Zhaoge was bored with, but they were not enough for outsiders.

"Tsk, just these two, which one is better? This is really nerve-racking." Yan Zhaoge smiled and looked at the giant panda in front of him.

The very intelligent mountain pirate beast, the huge body trembled slightly, and instinctively felt that something was wrong.

Yan Zhaoge patted its big head with a smile, then raised his eyes and looked into the distance.

They are still on that small island, which is limited in area, and it is not difficult to find other people.

Before Yan Zhaoge took a step, he glanced at him and saw a figure dressed in Tsing Yi walking towards him in the distance.

The person who came was Zhang Yao, the young female disciple of the Turbid Wave Pavilion.

The round-faced girl immediately felt relieved when she saw Yan Zhaoge and the giant panda beside him, who seemed to be docile and cute.

"Brother Yan has already subdued this mountain?" Zhang Yao approached curiously.

The giant panda lazily rolled over on the ground, fat and cute, which made Zhang Yao a big student.

Yan Zhaoge saw this. He grinned: "I'm still young, so I can't resist this cute thing at all."

Zhang Yao asked cautiously, "Senior Brother Yan,

can i touch it? "

Yan Zhaoge turned his head to look at the big guy beside him, and saw that he looked as if nothing had happened. Not resist.

So Yan Zhaoge nodded, "Yes."

Zhang Yao suddenly cheered and stepped forward.

She was busy getting close to the giant panda, and Yan Zhaoge asked, "The person who draws the bow and the arrow is not a martial artist from the noble school, right?"

Zhang Yao woke up and replied, "Brother Yan laughed. That person is not a martial artist from his own sect, but he should be a martial artist from Chuzhou, Zeyu, where Qingzhe Lake is located."

"Although I haven't seen it before, but to be able to enter the Qingsha Lake formation, it should be from a first- or second-rate force that is close to this sect, or a lone warrior."

"He should just want to capture this mountain piranha, and he didn't find us, nor was he hostile."

Although she is young and her cultivation is still in the inner astral realm, this round-faced girl is a real core direct descendant of the Turbid Wave Pavilion.

Although the cultivation base is not as good as it is. But in terms of status and treatment, it is the same as Xie Youchan and Ruan Ping.

Yan Zhaoge could see that Zhang Yao's experience also belonged to the relatively shallow category.

However, there is absolutely no doubt about the potential and strength of martial arts talent to become a direct disciple of a Holy Land-level force.

Although she had never seen Zhang Yao do it, but she was walking along the way, Yan Zhaoge saw that she was not lacking in practical experience in terms of breathing and breathing. It should not be weaker than Hou Xiang, the Cangmang Mountain disciple whom he had seen in Yunzhao Mountain before.

After Yan Zhaoge heard Zhang Yao's words, she smiled and shook her head: "Well, I know."

"What's more, even if you know we're there. Actually, it doesn't matter. This... um, this mountain pixiu, if you don't take it from the Turbid Wave Pavilion, it can be regarded as an ownerless thing."

"Who can take things without a master. It's up to you, but if he attacks me, then I won't be merciful."

Zhang Yao smiled slightly: "He can't compete with you, Senior Brother Yan."

Yan Zhaoge said, "Let's go look for other people. This island is not large, so if you shout, Senior Sister Xie and Ah Hu will be able to hear it."

Gradually getting familiar with it, Zhang Yao was not so restrained in front of Yan Zhaoge. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "I'm afraid the voice is not loud enough if I shout."

Yan Zhaoge smiled, "I didn't tell you to call."

After saying that, he immediately raised his head to the sky and howled, as if a dragon was singing to the sky.

Zhang Yao was on the side, just listening in, feeling that his heart was turbulent, and his whole body was unstable.

"Senior Brother Yan's cultivation is very high." Zhang Yao was speechless. Although she had little experience, she had seen quite a few masters.

The Zhuolang Pavilion and Guangcheng Mountain are tied for the six holy places in the Eight Great Worlds. How could there be so few warriors in the innate realm?

However, after Zhang Yao recalled, he found that among the people he had met, there seemed to be no one who could compare to the Yan Zhaoge in front of him.

Although he had never actually fought, Zhang Yao recalled carefully that Ruan Ping, who was in the middle stage of Xiantian, might not be able to match Yan Zhaoge.

Thinking of Ruan Ping's intention to test Yan Zhaoge before, Zhang Yao couldn't help shaking her head slightly: "Fortunately, Senior Brother Ruan didn't take it seriously..."

Seeing that Yan Zhaoge had stopped whistling, Zhang Yao said, "Senior Sister Xie and the eldest brother should rush over to meet up after hearing this. Can we just wait there?"

Yan Zhaoge didn't answer, but instead looked in another direction.

Zhang Yao asked curiously, "Senior Brother Yan, what's the matter?"

Yan Zhaoge smiled: "There are other people on the island."

Just when he was screaming, Yan Zhaoge clearly felt that there was a wave of martial artist's qi in the distance.

Then the other party began to approach this side, and did not intend to conceal his whereabouts.

When the opponent was getting closer and closer, Yan Zhaoge carefully sensed the difference, but found that the number of his martial arts was neither Ah Hu nor Xie Youchan.

Later, even Zhang Yao could sense the presence of the other party, and heavy footsteps sounded in his ears.

Every time the other party took a step, the earth seemed to vibrate slightly, like a towering mountain walking.

"The Martial Artist of the Cangmang Mountain, the Grandmaster of the Late Congenital." Yan Zhaoge already knew it, and the next moment, he saw a tall figure walking out of the bamboo forest in the distance.

The visitor was about thirty years old, and his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty brilliance. It was the core direct disciple of Cangmang Mountain, Liu Shengfeng.

Yan Zhaoge looked around and saw that Liu Shengfeng actually grabbed a person's leg and dragged that person to the ground while walking.

The person caught by Liu Shengfeng was clearly the middle-aged warrior who attacked Shan Pi with an explosive spirit arrow just now.

I saw that the middle-aged warrior was grabbed by Liu Shengfeng on one leg, and the other leg was broken at the knee, bleeding profusely, dragging a long bloodstain on the ground, soaking the bamboo leaves that fell on the ground.

In Liu Shengfeng's other hand, he was holding the middle-aged warrior's longbow.

He let go of the middle-aged warrior's leg. In addition to the broken leg, the middle-aged warrior had many other serious injuries, and it looked as if his entire body had been broken.

The middle-aged warrior was dying. At this moment, he finally got out of trouble and wanted to struggle. For him, Liu Shengfeng, who was a nightmare, squatted down.

Liu Shengfeng raised his head and smiled at Yan Zhaoge and Zhang Yao. The bowstring of the longbow in his hand was tied around the neck of the middle-aged warrior.

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