Chen Qingle woke up from her confusion, and the surrounding smoke dissipated, revealing a deserted place.
At this time, Chen Qingle couldn't remember where he was or what he was doing before. His mind was at a loss.
The first thing to break this dazed thought was his clothes.
Chen Qingle looked down and saw that she was wearing the lowest quality fabric from the royal family. This kind of fabric was so rough that even ordinary soldiers were unwilling to wear it. It was a fabric specially supplied to the down-and-out members of the royal family.
The Dragon King Suit he often wore before was woven from blazing black silk and cut by the most prestigious Void Refining Stage treasure refining monks in the imperial capital. Not only was the Dragon King Suit not afraid of cold or heat, but it also gave the skin
An extremely comfortable touch that soothes the irritable mood. Not only that, the royal robe is also a defensive robe that can withstand the attacks of ordinary monks.
She was used to wearing exquisite Dragon King clothes, but this shoddy piece of clothing wrapped around her body made Chen Qingle feel itchy from head to toe, as if she was rolling in a thorny jungle, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable.
Chen Qingle kept twisting her body and couldn't help complaining: "Who gave me such clothes! How brave! It's my royal uniform!"
However, his complaints went unanswered in the surrounding wasteland.
In a daze, Chen Qingle remembered that this kind of clothes was the clothes he used to wear when Jingxian Hou Shichang was wearing it.
At that time, he wore this rough fabric all day long and never felt any discomfort, but now it made him restless.
"What's going on?"
Chen Qingle felt something was wrong.
He didn't know how he came to this place, he didn't know what he was doing here, and he couldn't remember what he was doing before.
I just felt like I had suddenly arrived in this deserted place and had no clue other than that.
Chen Qingle flew away, her thoughts became confused again, and she patrolled the wasteland aimlessly.
While strolling around, Chen Qingle suddenly remembered, isn't this his royal hunting ground?
"Why am I on the royal hunting grounds?"
Chen Qingle felt that there was a gap in his memory. He felt that he should be preparing for the Xuanlian trial now, but when he recalled it carefully, there was only endless confusion in his mind.
In this confusion, Chen Qingle suddenly saw two Molian nobles walking together. They were talking and laughing all the way, and seemed to be chasing the prisoners of war for fun.
Seeing these two Molian clan members, Chen Qingle frowned and rushed forward with anger.
The two Molian clan members looked shocked when they saw Chen Qingle rushing up.
Chen Qingle rushed in front of them, slapped twice, and slapped the two people hard. He remembered that these two people were the lackeys of the second prince, and he had already established unwritten rules in the royal hunting ground.
The second prince and his dog are not allowed inside!
Chen Qingle glared at the two of them: "Who let you in? If you are not cowardly, get out of here!"
The two Molian clan members were stunned after being slapped. They looked at each other and then looked at Chen Qingle at the same time.
One of them immediately became angry and raised his hand to give Chen Qingle a slap in the face. When Chen Qingle saw this, he was immediately furious. He had murderous intentions and decided that since these two people dared to offend him, the Dragon King, they should not even think about it.
Made it out of the royal hunting grounds alive.
Chen Qingle immediately raised her hand and greeted him with a slap.
However, when Chen Qingle and this person's palms clashed, as Chen Qingle thought, this monk in the middle stage of divine transformation was not killed by him on the spot. Instead, he felt a powerful force coming from his palms.
He vomited a mouthful of blood, was slapped away, and was smashed into the mud, leaving him in a miserable state.
puff!
Chen Qingle spit out a mouthful of bruised blood. At this moment, the feeling of cultivation came to him. He was surprised to find that he was not at the peak of divine transformation, but at the humble early stage of divine transformation.
"What's going on?"
The two people from the Molian tribe came to Chen Qingle with a thunderous sound. They looked down at Chen Qingle who looked stunned and cursed: "Oh, why is Marquis Jingxian so brave today! That slap just now made me even stronger.
It really hurts!"
"It's probably because this kid took the wrong medicine. He usually takes a detour when he sees us. Today, he was possessed by some evil spirit. His tone was so crazy that he made it seem like he opened the royal hunting ground. Why don't you teach me a lesson?"
I'm sorry for those two slaps from Hou Jingxian just now!"
"Not bad, he is also a prince after all."
Then the man looked around.
"That prince is also a prince that no one cares about. No one knows how to teach him a lesson. When he goes to redress his grievances, no one responds. We are the second prince's confidants, no one dares to touch him!"
Then the two of them looked at each other, and one of them suddenly grabbed Chen Qingle's hair and lifted him into the air.
Chen Qingle's scalp was in severe pain, and he roared angrily: "How dare you! I am the noble Jianlong King, the quasi-emperor who will inherit the throne in the future. You dare to treat me like this, and I will be cut into pieces! I will implicate the nine tribes!"
"Hahaha! He also met the Dragon King and inherited the throne. This kid is probably crazy."
Then the two of them punched and kicked Chen Qingle back and forth. Chen Qingle's magic power was blocked by them, and he could only use his body to meet the punches and kicks. Soon, Chen Qingle was beaten to a bloody head, with a bruised nose and a swollen face. It was like a rubber ball.
He was kicked around in the air by two people.
"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"
At first, Chen Qingle was still shouting, but later, he couldn't bear it anymore and had to beg the two of them to please stop beating him.
In the end, as Chen Qingle begged for mercy, the two of them gradually lost interest. One of them spat water on Chen Qingle's face, and said viciously: "Don't talk about what happened today to others! The question is whether you can hunt prisoners of war by yourself.
Instead of being beaten by prisoners of war! Otherwise, hey, we will go find you again to see the Dragon King?!"
The two laughed loudly and walked away, leaving only the scarred Chen Qingle slumped in the mud, unable to move. His eyes were red and swollen from the beating, and his vision was covered with a layer of blood as he looked at the vast sky.
, Chen Qingle felt it was unreal.
Could it be that I am still the cowardly and humble Marquis Jingxian, and that meeting the Dragon King with great power in the imperial capital is just a dream?
"No……"
"Don't be like this..."
Suddenly, two green lights lit up in the direction where the two people from the Molian tribe were leaving, and soon a familiar figure appeared in front of Chen Qingle. Chanbi burst into tears when she saw that Chen Qingle was beaten into a human shape.
Tears.
"Master! Master!"
A gentle ray of light was injected into Chen Qingle's body, and the flesh wounds he sustained healed immediately.
At this time, Chanbi glared at the two tied up Molian tribesmen behind her, and immediately became furious. She sternly said: "How dare you treat the young master like this! You are seeking death!"
"You can't kill me! I belong to the second prince!"
"If you kill me, the second prince will not let you go!"
The two of them looked at Chan Bi's eyes filled with murderous intent, and were so frightened that their livers and gallbladders burst.
Wow!
Two spiritual lights descended, and Chan Bi practiced her virtual cultivation, killing the two of them on the spot.
Chanbi turned her head, wanting to comfort Chen Qingle who was beaten, but suddenly Chen Qingle rushed up and hugged her tightly.