Primordial: The unfilial son of the dragon race, imprisoning the Ancestral Dragon at the beginning of the game!
26 The arena was activated, and the low-level dragon bloodline was awakened!

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Ao Qing had stipulated that the duration of each arena match in the Initial Stage of the Earth Celestial Stage was three years!

At the end of three years, if there was still no winner or loser, it would be considered a draw!

Otherwise, if they continued to fight, they would have to fight for thousands of years.

With that, the first round of 10,000 arena matches ended very quickly!

The dragons who had won were in high spirits and high spirits!

Especially after they won, they were surrounded by beautiful women who had placed their bets. They were all flattering, flattering, and worshipping them!

It made them float in the air.

The feeling of being treated as a hero was simply too satisfying!

Some of the beauties even took the initiative to serve tea and massage the dragons who had placed their bets, encouraging them to win the next round.

This made these dragons even more smug!

"No wonder the Ninth Prince likes to be a silkpants. The feeling of being surrounded by beautiful women, being served tea, and being gently massaged is really great!”

When those dragons who had lost saw this scene, they were instantly so angry that they were about to explode.

The beautiful woman who had placed her bets on them had long disappeared. She had turned to place her bets on other dragons.

Beside them, it was cold and desolate!

This caused them to hold their breaths and swear that they would definitely win next time!

They wanted to feel the same way!

Those who had yet to enter the arena saw this scene and their blood boiled!

He had to win!

If he won, he would be a hero, and he would receive countless worships and the favor of beautiful women!

Soon, the second round of the group arena began.

This round of the group arena was much more intense than the first round. For the glory and benefits of the victor, everyone was risking their lives!

All of a sudden, the 10,000 arenas were all in full swing, and their fighting spirit was high!

Whether it was the participating dragons, the spectating dragons, or the cheerleading beauties, they were all fully immersed in it!

"Kunwu, this brat, is about to die!"

"It's a tragedy that he and Lingqi are in the same arena!”

"Lingqi's bloodline is naturally higher than his. How can he be a match for him?”

"In the Wilderness, the quality of one's bloodline represents one's strength!”

"However, Kunwu's fighting will is not bad!”

"Although I know that I'm no match for Lingqi, I'm still full of fighting spirit and will to fight. Even though I'm covered in wounds, I refuse to admit defeat!”

"Yes, this spirit is indeed worthy of admiration, but I think his persistence is meaningless!”

"If we continue fighting, he will only get more and more injured!”

"At that time, once the origin is injured, it will be over!”

……

On a stage, the spectating dragons watched the two people fighting and expressed their emotions and comments.

In the Primordial World, it was so cruel. One's birth basically determined everything.

If your legs are low and your bloodline is not pure, then your strength will not be strong!

On the arena, Kun Wu listened to the discussions of the people around her, and her eyes became more and more determined.

He had been looked down upon since he was born!

If his bloodline was low, could he really only accept his fate?

Before he entered the arena, no one was optimistic about him!

Ling Qi was surrounded by countless cheerleaders, but there was no one around him.

He wasn't convinced. What right did he have to do this?

He was also a dragon, so why was he inferior to others?

He wanted to rise up, he wanted to fight, he wanted to challenge this unfair fate!

Roar!

Kunwu's fighting spirit erupted to the peak. His eyes were red as he let out a furious roar, wanting to erupt with all his strength.

Then, all of a sudden, he felt as if something in his body had awakened. The blood in his body boiled.

Awooo…

Kunwu roared towards the sky and swung her tail at Ling Qi like a steel whip!

Bang!

A destructive force erupted, and Ling Qi, who was two levels higher than Kunwu's bloodline, was sent flying. He crashed into the array barrier and fell unconscious.

"What…what's going on?"

"Heavens, this…this is a bloodline awakening!”

" Kunwu's bloodline has awakened!"

"Oh my god, look at his head. There are actually two small bumps!”

"Is it going to grow horns?”

"How many levels does his bloodline have to increase at once?”

"If it grows a horn, then it belongs to the pure bloodline and can be crowned with the surname Ao!”

……

The dragon race had a large population of tens of millions. At its peak, it was unknown how many billions there were.

However, there weren't many dragons that were in their complete dragon form!

Most of the dragons had strange shapes. If they could have a smooth snake shape, they would be considered to have a proper bloodline.

There were many dragons that did not look like dragons at all!

Many of these dragons did not even have names!

The surname Ao was something that only the pure-blooded dragon race could take on.

The so-called pure-blooded snake had to be in the shape of a snake, with four claws and horns on its head.

The number of claws, fingers, and horns also reflected the quality of the bloodline.

The purest dragon had five fingers and two horns, and the horns were split!

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