Bind the National Luck and play as Monkey King at the beginning

The old man was overjoyed when he heard the words, and quickly said: "Since this is the case, the old man will not take advantage of you. I have a magic weapon that can let you experience a different life. You are willing."

"Oh?" Sun Tian nodded quickly when he heard the words.

Then a burst of white light appeared.

Sun Tian appeared on a street.

"The flow rate of time here is different from that of the Hero Secret Realm, so you don't have to rush back"

"But this body belongs to someone else, and all your supernatural powers cannot be used. When you become the strongest in this world and then bring back your cultivation, then even the Phoenix Demon will not be your opponent."

"It's also a good experience to experience someone else's life, so you can do whatever you want."

Immediately Sun Tian fused the memory of this body, and it turned out that this guy was called Fei Yu.

There is a golden finger of the game system, okay, my old grandson will become stronger in this world and then go back to deal with Fengmo.

"Where's the big idiot from the Fei family? It's not because I'm afraid of Lao Tzu, I'm going to be a tortoise."

A muscular young man stood on the ring and shouted triumphantly. It was the first time for him to be supported by so many people, and he felt a little impatient.

"This Fei Yu can be regarded as embarrassing to their Fei family, even a small family like the Wang family has come here to act wildly."

"If his father hadn't been the head of the Fei family, he would have been kicked out of the house long ago."

"Stop talking, people are coming."

Everyone turned their eyes away from the arena, and saw a young man in white clothes and black suits walking leisurely in the middle of the street, whistling.

"What kind of idiot, my grandpa and young master are high-end players, and soldiers and crabs like you are just giving away experience."

Without looking at the mocking faces next to him, the young man walked onto the ring in his own way, a blue light flashed in his eyes, and he confirmed that the name on Wang San's head was red, before he asked seriously: "Do you know the rules for challenging me?"

"Low-level spiritual masters whose spiritual power level is within the first to ninth level of Chuling." Before Wang San could speak, the villagers below said it in unison.

"you……"

He looked at the people below who were waiting to see the joke, and there was a flash of anger in his eyes. In the five years since he was in the ring, these people have not once stood by his side.

Seeing the booing below, Wang San couldn't help but feel more confident, and sarcastically said to Fei Yu: "Trash, you'd better surrender obediently, and let your father give up the business in the busy market in the east to my Wang family, and I'll spare your life." .”

"What a joke, I, Fei Yu, am I a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death!" He said with a disdainful smile, "If it's for business, I don't care about going to my father."

"I think you are toasting and not eating fine wine." Wang San looked at the stubborn young man in front of him, his clothes exploded in an instant, revealing his fledgling muscles, and he even directly reported his level, showing off his power.

"Wang San, 13 years old, a ninth-level spiritual master in Chuling."

"Ninth level?" Fei Yu's face twitched uncontrollably, which meant that the other party had as many as nine spiritual cores, and the gap in spiritual power this time was too great.

In Rongling Continent, ordinary people are born at the level of the first spirit, possessing a spiritual core, absorbing the spiritual energy of the world through meditation, and then cultivating multiple spiritual cores. Whenever a certain number limit is reached, they can make a breakthrough and enter the next level.

It is said that when a person with extraordinary talents cultivates from one spiritual core to ten thousand spiritual cores, he will be able to comprehend the way of heaven, fuse them into one, open the celestial star gate, and ascend to practice.

It is said that the generation of peerless geniuses can achieve transformation into gods, independent reincarnation, break the boundary between life and death, unify the world of billions of square meters, and achieve eternal bliss.

But Feiyu is a freak, he can't absorb the aura of heaven and earth like ordinary people, and can only gain a certain amount of practice experience by defeating people and beasts with red names, which can be used to improve his strength.

And the condition of the red name must be that the other party has strong hostility towards him or some wicked people and beasts who kill people without blinking an eye.

"Look, that trash is scared."

"The strength of Wang Sanchu's ninth-level spirit, a talented player of the Wang family, is about to be promoted to the level of ten-spirit spirits, which is at least one level faster than that trash kid from the Fei family."

"This time in the Fushui Town family competition, Fei's top three is hopeless."

"Fei Yu, 13 years old, a fifth-level spiritual master at the beginning of the spirit."

When Fei Yu himself reported this level, he was filled with emotion. This is the hard-earned experience he gained after being defeated by hundreds of early spirit masters in the past five years.

While speaking, Fei Yu's eyes had turned light blue, as bright as jewels, and a blue net-like light swept across the entire arena, and he had already turned everything in front of him into a game screen.

But the strange thing is that no one can see the change in his eyes, even Wang San standing in front of him didn't notice it.

"Sure enough, he is a master of the ninth rank of Chuling."

At this time, in his eyes, a tube of ordinary blood had appeared on top of Wang San's head, with a thin frame and a nine character at the end, which corresponded to his strength being the ninth level of Chuling, which was the lowest level in the world, the pinnacle of the ninth level of Chuling Healer.

Fei Yu didn't hesitate any longer, and made a pre-emptive strike. He clenched his fist fiercely with his right hand and threw it straight at Wang San's chest. A spiritual core and spiritual power in his body were all used on the fist, which was powerful enough to pierce a big tree.

"You're too weak." Wang San looked at the fist that was coming straight at him, and instead of dodging, he grabbed it with a backhand, taking advantage of the situation to dispel his full blown punch.

"It's over." Fei Yu's right hand was grabbed by someone, and the next moment a strong force came, and the whole person was taken there.

In the eyes of everyone, Wang San's uppercut punch hit the black boy's abdomen.

"what."

The severe pain caused Fei Yu to half-kneel on the stage. Since his right hand was still held backwards in the opponent's hand, he couldn't resist at all.

"Accept my conditions! In view of your being the young master of the Fei family, I can spare your life."

"Joke, how can a man use external force to control a duel?" Fei Yu spat and cleared his mouth, "Come again."

"Stinky boy, that's what you said."

Wang San had already lost his patience, he raised his foot and slapped the yellow sand at the moon towards Fei Yu's abdomen, and he was kicked backwards like that.

"This Wang San is notoriously cruel and ruthless, and Fei's boy is simply out of control."

"I really wonder if the Fei family gave birth to a fool!"

"Maybe this trash that ordinary people like us can beat up is rolling all over the floor!"

The Fushui people around couldn't help talking, but none of them sympathized with Fei Yu. In their opinion, Fei Yu's beating was already a normal thing.

"Come again."

Holding himself up with difficulty, a mouthful of blood flowed from the corner of Fei Yu's mouth, and he said stubbornly: "The longer the duel lasts, the more experience I will gain from you, how can I give up, my lord."

"Okay, anyway, it's perfectly normal for people to be killed or injured in the arena. Even if it's you Feijia, there's nothing you can do about this young master."

"Try it if you have the ability."

Fei Yu had already expected that Wang San was afraid of the Fei family, so no matter what the other party said, he was right. As long as the other party did not dare to kill him, he would always insist. It's hard to meet.

Fei Yu didn't think about it any more, he clenched his fist again and rushed towards the opponent, but this time Wang San didn't move, and just took the damage from his punch so forcefully.

"dodge."

Fei Yu saw that he punched the opponent, not only did not reduce the opponent's blood bar by half, but even popped up such a reminder, he couldn't help but a bit of bitterness in the corner of his mouth, "Could it be that the level gap is too big!?"

"waste."

Wang San gave him a disdainful glance, then directly picked him up, lifted him over his head, and then slammed him heavily on the ring, without giving him half a breath, Fei Yu was lifted up again, and fell down again... …

Half an hour later, panting, Wang San took a piece of clothing from the servant and put it on, walked to Fei Yu and spit out: "Forget you boy to resist the beating, see you in our family competition."

Smiling with a bruised nose and a swollen face, Fei Yu lay on the ground, walked in the direction Wang San was walking, raised her hand high, gesticulated with her middle finger and muttered: "Your young master took over the war letter."

……

In the evening, when he woke up again, he found that he had returned to the room, and the game mode was automatically canceled. There was already a magnificent woman sitting beside the bed, looking at him worriedly.

"You're awake, Yu'er."

"Mother." Fei Yu just wanted to get up, but found that there was a crackling sound coming from the bones, and an unimaginable pain came: "It hurts~~~."

"Niezi, you still know the pain. When will you lose the face of the family before you give up?"

A furious voice suddenly sounded, and the strong fluctuation of spiritual power made Fei Yu's chest feel tight, and he saw a tall middle-aged man walking over.

"Feinan, he is our child, how can you say that about him."

"Qing Ling, you are the only one who believes in his cultivation methods. Look at him, he has achieved nothing so far. If you let him continue like this, he will be kicked out of the house by the elders sooner or later."

"I believe in my son. If you can't stop those elders, then let me go. I want to see who dares to speak ill of my son in front of me."

"You..." Feinan was speechless. Facing the wife of the second expert in the family, he had nothing to do. He looked at Feiyu on the bed with hatred, and angrily slammed the door and left Le: "It's really a loving mother who loses her son."

"Mother, thank you..."

Fei Yu lowered his head, and he didn't refute from the beginning to the end, because he knew that his way of doing things put his father under a lot of pressure, and he had already been protested by the elders many times.

Qing Ling carefully helped him cover the quilt and said: "Mother will support the sky when the sky falls. You can rest assured to recover from your injuries. You are not allowed to compete in martial arts until you recover from your injuries."

Watching his mother close the door carefully, Fei Yu switched reality to the game screen, skillfully found the experience bar below, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it had changed from level five to level six.

"This "experience baby" at the ninth level of Chuling is really different. I didn't win the battle, and the experience I gained could make me soar to a level."

Since entering this world, this is the first time he is so happy. In his last life, he was a hard-working office worker who worked during the day and went home to play games at night. Now he is sent here by the old man. His unique ability is to transform reality into a game. , but he was facing some real thoughtful spiritual masters and spirit beasts, and the difficulty of leveling up was extremely difficult.

Sighing, he opened the game backpack and looked at a package with a size of ten inside. He couldn't help showing greedy eyes.

"Wang San! The family competition will be held in one year, so you will wait for me."