"Your Highness, Your Highness has indeed lost all your luck, but..."

"But what?" Ling Jun's parents, that is, the father and mother of the Vast Dynasty, dragged the old man who was examining Ling Jun and said anxiously.

"Alas...," the old man sighed helplessly, and said slowly: "Your Highness originally possessed the luck of the stars, and the cultivation speed was not many times faster than others, and the six ancestral qi stars that had been cultivated had also disappeared... Moreover, the meridians in his body have also been sealed for exactly ten years......"

The path of cultivation is divided into two main cultivation methods: ancestral qi cultivation, that is, internal refining, and physical body cultivation, that is, external refining, but there are also some side paths such as cultivating souls. However, as Lingjun was the king of a dynasty, he would definitely disdain to cultivate these side ways.

The sound of holding the little hand tightly came, and the father and mother were quiet, with excitement, helplessness, and many, many other emotions in their voices, and said eagerly: "Jun'er, are you awake?!" He seemed to nod slightly, do I really want to cultivate the cultivation of the physical body... There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes, the way of external refining was very painful, and it was really not something that a person like him, who had been carefully cultivated in the palace, could bear. Just about to give up, he was ruthless and simply became a cultivator, and an obsession crossed in his heart, "For the road of the strong, I can bear no matter how hard the training is!" Yes, shouldn't you stick to the road of the strong? He asked himself rhetorically, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Father, please send me to the death dueling arena tomorrow, okay?"

... ... This sentence made the three people present silent for a moment. After all, the Death Duel Arena is just like its name, two people duel until death. The queen mother was the first to break the silence, exclaimed, and then looked at Ling Jun, who was only eleven or twelve years old, distressedly, and said angrily: "You child, it's true, don't you know what the death dueling ground is? Now that the father had already spoken, the queen mother didn't want to say anything, looking at Lingjun and nodding distressedly.

The next day, Lingjun went to the death dueling arena alone, because the queen mother really couldn't bear to let Lingjun go, so she simply didn't accompany him... Shrugged helplessly, he slowly walked into the dueling arena. The old man in charge asked tremblingly, "May I ask which game the king wants to watch?" Ling Jun shook his head calmly and said, "I'm here to participate in the competition." The old man was surprised for a moment, and then said, "Your Majesty, I will keep your life safe!" Nodding indifferently, he asked, "Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?" The old man said with some embarrassment: "The people who duel here are all regarded as... Slave, so ......" The old man took a coarse cloth shirt and pointed at Lingjun and asked him to change it. Ling Jun took it lightly and said, "I don't care about the identity or anything." ”

A loud shout startled Ling Jun: "No. 1 challenges No. 17!" Ling Jun looked down at the number on his chest and muttered, "Am I number seventeen...... Then let that Number One taste my awesomeness!"

However, how could the Ancestral Qi cultivation be a Lingjun who had not even reached the Condensing Star Realm and had not yet been in contact with the physical body cultivation, how could it be comparable to the tall and strong "No. 1"? What's more, the slaves here are bloodthirsty by nature and will not keep their hands because of Lingjun's age and status, so it didn't take long for Lingjun, who was still full of confidence, to be beaten to the ground, and blood spurted out again and again like no money, and began to show signs of coma. The old man, who was afraid that something was wrong, hurriedly stopped and dragged him out of the field for treatment. Lingjun, who was gradually waking up, wanted to sit up, but the severe pain made him cry out loudly: "Ah----" It seemed that the bones in his body had been shattered, and Lingjun collapsed weakly. Such a severe pain was something that Lingjun had never endured. The old man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice: "Fortunately, it was a slight injury, it almost scared me to death, alas, my old heart..." Hearing this, Lingjun couldn't hold back any longer, a mouthful of blood spurted out again, and tried to point at the old man and scolded: "You are a TM fighting machine when you are Lao Tzu......" However, the old man smiled, and that smile was a little bad, which made Lingjun's back a little cold, and said: "Hehe, you seem to have forgotten, you are now our slave?"

I just wanted to refute it, but I immediately found that it seemed to be promised by myself, and I couldn't help but be confused, woc, I really want to cry without tears... However, this is really like a sadist... (Don't want to defile the brothers, this is just a duel, a competition) Then, a loud voice that made Lingjun tremble sounded again: "No. 2 challenges No. 17!" Helpless, Ling Jun had no choice but to compare his middle fingers, and the voice of extreme resentment reached the old man's ears: "SB old man, count you ruthless!" The old man spread his hands, revealing a harmless appearance of humans and animals, but he thought in his heart: "Am I so hateful?"

Ling Jun endured the violent beatings of the four people in turn, and finally passed out, but this was not useless, and there were mysterious lines on his arms gradually forming, which showed that Ling Jun was about to break through to the first level of the flesh ---- the first layer of the flesh pattern realm. With the treatment and the best elixir, Ling Jun soon woke up. Sensing that this was already about a layer stronger than the original physical strength, Ling Jun clenched his fist with one hand and said to himself, "I should be able to resist a few more times now, right?" With that, Lingjun, who had just woken up, ran towards the death dueling arena again, wanting to test his current strength. Most of the passers-by knew Lingjun, but when they saw Lingjun running towards the dueling arena with bruises all over his body, the expression on their faces was wonderful.

"Is that the king, why is he so badly wounded?"

"You're wrong..."

"Looks like the king is going to a duel, right?"

... ...

"Hmph, a cultivator, is still worthy of being the king of this vast dynasty, just a piece of garbage..."

(Recently, the study task is more heavy.,There's only one shift a day.,But there won't be a break in the situation.,Sorry.。。。 ”)