Chapter 1 Waste Situation

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"Yike...... Yes...... Hey......"

In the distance, on the wide bluestone square, a group of teenagers about ten years old, shirtless and neatly arranged, were practicing unknown boxing techniques. Sweat has long since soaked through his clothes.

"Concentrate and exert yourself, haven't you eaten?" A man in his thirties next to him scolded.

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In a grove next to the square.

Sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, reflecting on the ground, and a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy sat next to a large tree.

This young man looks handsome, but now his face is more unwilling, he is less immature than he should be, and there is a hint of sharpness in his eyes, and then he disappears without a trace, which makes people wonder through.

"You thief, why do you make me so unbearable" The young man looked at the sky, lowered his head and whispered.

After saying this, he clenched his hands into fists, as if he wanted to break through the sky with one punch.

This young man is one of the three major families in Wuji City, the eldest son of the Wasteland family, and his father is also the head of this generation of the Wasteland family.

He should have enjoyed that glory, he should have had the best cultivation resources in his family, and he should have been respected by the people in his family; But he didn't get any of that.

What he got was the ignorance of the clansmen, the bullying of outsiders, the resources and anything, and even the wasted coins were secretly given to him by his father.

The reason for all this is that family test five years ago, he was found to have no attributes.

This is a world of the jungle, strength speaks for itself, if you have great strength, then you can control the lives of others, and you are doing the right thing.

And the means of a warrior against the enemy is to use his own wild energy, condense on the weapon, or use the wild technique. And the root of these things is attributes.

The desolate qi of the warrior has attributes, the desolate skill has attributes, and the desolate weapon also has attributes, and the warrior can only use his own attributes.

And there is precisely such a kind of person who is born without attributes. What is the concept of attribute? It is impossible to sense the attribute desolate energy, and it is impossible to use desolate skills and desolate weapons.

This is why Huang Chen has been cultivating for five years but can only stay in the Wild Qi Triple, he has tried countless times, but he has never been able to sense the attributes.

When a martial artist breaks through to the Fourfold Desolate Qi, he must need to sense the attribute in order to successfully break through, otherwise he can only be trapped in this realm for the rest of his life.

"Hey, every time I can only watch others practice boxing, but I can only practice secretly in the back mountain, I can do all this, how can I get better boxing?" Huangchen remembered that every time he practiced in the back mountain after stealing school, he unconsciously sighed in his heart.

Just as Wasteland was about to leave the square, suddenly the man walked over.

"Dust, don't go." The man asked with concern.

After a closer look, the man's stern appearance suddenly became kind. This man is the one who is responsible for teaching children to practice the body forging boxing method, named Wasteland, and his strength is in the Wilderness Sevenfold.

"Ah, Uncle Lin, why are you here" Huangchen turned around, moved to the front of Huanglin, and asked in surprise.

Huang Lin continued: "Ah Chen, why do you want to leave? ”

"Uncle Lin. I've been watching this set of boxing for five years, and I've already practiced it, and there's nothing new, so it's useless to look at it again", the corners of Huangchen's mouth twitched slightly, and he said a little helplessly.

"Okay, then you go to your father, see if he can give you anything else, I don't have that power" Arabayashi sighed helplessly.

"Well, then I'll go first, Uncle Lin" After speaking, he walked towards the mansion.

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On the way, I met many people, including childhood friends and family servants. These people ignored him, and Huangchen didn't mind much about this, because he already understood the distance between people's hearts.

After a while, a mansion appeared in front of Wasteland, and he walked towards the main entrance.

"Hey, who's this?"

"Isn't this our dusty young master, why did you come here from the main gate? Rare guest! ”

It was the two doormen of the Arashi family who spoke, and the two were looking at the Arashi, their eyes were extremely disdainful.

"Damn, it's so unlucky, I forgot to go" After saying this, Huangchen was about to turn around and leave.

Since being tested for a waste physique, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Wasteland enters through the back door every time, and this time he has been thinking about how to get the body forging fist method, and he came to the main gate without paying attention.

"Hey, you want to leave when you come, and you don't want to give some money for the pass?" One of them squinted his eyes a little obscenely.

Seeing this, Huangchen was very unhappy, and secretly clenched his fists, wanting to rush up and hit him, but calmed down.

Desolate Dust only has the triple cultivation of Desolate Qi, and no matter how bad these two people are, they should be higher than Desolate Dust's cultivation. After all, as one of the giants of Wuji City, he must live in face.

"Want to hit both of us? Come, we'll just stand here and beat me! Another person provoked.

"Okay, you two wait for me, one day you'll pay!" Wasteland put down his cruel words and turned to leave.

"A waste, what qualifications do you have to be our eldest young master." With that, the two of them were speechless, and then stood in the doorway, continuing their guard.

"Damn, my status now is really worse than that of a servant!" Wasteland shook his head and said secretly in his heart.

Then he went around to the back door, pushed it open, and entered. In order to avoid a recurrence of what happened just now, Wasteland lowered his head and walked quickly towards his residence.

After a while, he came to an old house, which looked like an old antique.

said that it was an old house, but in fact, it was the same as a long-abandoned residence, this was the place where Huangchen took the initiative to ask his father for his own cultivation.

The area of the barren family is very open, and the total number of the barren family does not exceed seven hundred, and these still include some guards and servants.

With the identity of Huangchen, even if he can't live in the largest place of the Huangchen, it won't be too bad, and now he can only live here. To put it bluntly, the barren family didn't want to see him, and he was marginalized for two days.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he found that Xiao Lin, the maid beside his mother, was helping him clean the house, so he didn't enter the house and sat down in the pavilion in the middle of the courtyard.

Although this yard feels a bit barren, it is not small at all.

The surroundings are full of cultivation equipment, and there are things such as stone piers to exercise the body, these are all things that must be used in the first three levels of the desolate qi, to strengthen one's body and increase strength.

From these things, it is not difficult to see that Huangchen does not accept his fate, and has been insisting on cultivation, hoping to get rid of the title of waste.

After Xiao Lin left, he returned to the house, fetched water, took off his clothes, and washed the sweat from his body.

After getting dressed, he lay on the bed for a while, and after waking up, he sat on the bed and thought about it, and decided to go to his father's residence and ask his father if he could get better boxing skills.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and walked towards the place where his father lived.

It's almost dusk now, and the weather isn't so hot, with the occasional cool breeze.

When he walked to the door of this house, Wasteland looked at this house that was not comparable to the atmosphere, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

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