It is a mountainous area more than ten kilometers away from the provincial capital.

"Roar~"

"Jia Liang, quick, another Xuanlei talisman!"

"Senior brother, I, my talisman have run out. ”

"So fast, didn't the master give you ten when you went out?"

"But, but we've met a lot of mutant beasts along the way, and it's me every time—"

"Roar!Roar!!"

"Forget it, then you don't need a talisman, let's use the beast training trick directly and try to subdue it!"

"Senior brother, I—I've just learned it, and I'm not very proficient!"

"I'll go, you, you've been in the beginner for more than half a year, and you haven't even practiced the beast training technique?"

"I-"

In the night, two figures, one fat and one thin, were flying around a huge mutant python.

When they attacked, they did not stop talking.

The fatter ones are the senior brothers, and the cultivation and magic skills are also higher.

But his temper is not small, and he is very dissatisfied with the fact that the master asked him to bring a rookie weak chicken out to practice.

Especially this junior brother, his ability is not good, and he can't flatter people, but he is like a little young master, and he needs to serve him as a senior brother everywhere.

The more the fat brother thought about it, the more angry he became.

This time, they encountered the most dangerous mission along the way, and the senior brother was even more disgusted with this little junior brother who frequently dragged his feet.

With such rejection in his heart, the fat senior brother's tone towards the junior brother was not much better.

Therefore, as soon as he heard that the senior brother had not even practiced the most basic beast training techniques of the sect, the fat senior brother blurted out such a sentence.

The thin junior brother, that is, An Jialiang, heard this, and suddenly became a little annoyed and angry, and his immature and fair face turned red.

He knew that he was not talented, but, he didn't want to do that.

Obviously, he has been cultivating very hard, but, no matter how hard he tries, he is not as good as the junior brothers who started at the same time.

Even the little grandson of the mountain village chief's family, who relied on him to worship the master, actually cultivated faster than him.

An Jialiang is only sixteen years old this year, and his mind is not very mature.

In addition, he is the little ancestor of the family, and he has been held in the palm of his hand by his family since he was a child, how could he have suffered such grievances and contempt?

But in the sect, it is the most powerful place.

If you have good talent and high cultivation, you are the pride of the sect and the beloved disciple of the master.

On the contrary, it is a waste that everyone in the sect looks down on.

Unfortunately, An Jialiang, who has been proud for more than ten years, actually became the latter in the Royal Beast Gate.

Heaven and earth, clouds and mud, such a big gap, let alone a teenager, even adults may not be able to bear it.

It's just that An Jialiang's family has money, and with the bank card given by his family, he can buy a lot of cultivation materials.

He took these cultivation materials to open the way, and finally made friends with a few senior brothers with high cultivation.

No matter what those senior brothers thought in their hearts, they all enjoyed An Jialiang's "filial piety" very much, and they took care of him a little.

Therefore, even if they felt that An Jialiang, the young master, was a waste, several senior brothers would not show it.

And like the senior brother in front of him, it was definitely the first time to talk directly to An Jialiang's face.

An Jialiang couldn't stand it!

Young people are inherently sensitive and self-respecting, and An Jialiang, who was born in a wealthy family, loves face very much.

"......" He bit his lower lip hard, holding back to prevent himself from saying offending words.

This is where he has been going to the Royal Beast Gate for more than half a year, and the fastest progress is that he has learned to control himself.

An Jialiang felt that he had enough restraint, but his expression still carried obvious resentment, and even a little distorted.

The fat senior brother glanced at it and scolded angrily: "What?

"Hmph, what annoys you young masters the most? Obviously, you don't have the talent to cultivate, but you just rely on the relationship to go through the back door, squeeze out more talented people, and occupy other people's positions, but you don't know how to cherish it!"

"If you don't have talent, you will practice hard! It's good that you've been getting started for more than half a year, and you can't even learn the most basic beast training tricks. What a piece of rubbish!"

"An Jialiang, don't think that a few stinky money at home is amazing. I'll tell you, in our circle, money is important, but it's not the most important. In the final analysis, it still depends on cultivation and ability!"

"Besides, your family's little money is nothing at all in our Imperial Beast Gate. If your family was really rich, they would have found a way to open up a spiritual root for you!"

At the beginning, An Jialiang was scolded so ashamed and angry that he couldn't find a place to get in.

But as he listened, he sensitively grasped the point, "Open up the spiritual root, senior brother, what is the opening up of the spiritual root?"

It's not what he guessed.

Isn't there such a thing as a spiritual root? Can it still be artificially modified?

"Good brute, give me death!"

While the fat senior brother was talking, he was still fighting with the mutant python.

He saw the opportunity and threw out a talisman in the air, which struck directly at the python's seven inches.

The python's seven inches seemed to have been dropped by a bomb, which instantly exploded into pulp, and the mutant python died thoroughly.

The fat senior brother did not delay, and rushed up quickly, with a twist of his wrist, holding a dagger in his palm.

He came to the approach of the mutant python, and in a flash of cold light, the belly of the python was slashed, and the fat senior brother rummaged through a pile of flesh with a dagger, and then finally showed a satisfied smile.

"Nedan! it's not in vain that the young master wasted a spirit rune!"

The fat senior brother took out a tissue from his pocket, carefully wiped Neidan clean, and then cherished it in a small bag that was close to him.

An Jialiang watched the fat senior brother take Neidan away directly, but he didn't even ask himself, and he felt aggrieved and unwilling in his heart.

Why?

Obviously, the two of them fought together, and he also used three Xuanlei talismans for this purpose, which greatly weakened the combat effectiveness of the mutant python, so that the fat senior brother could be slaughtered smoothly.

Now that he has won the spoils of war, he An Jialiang should also have a share.

Even if the senior brother is unwilling to give, he, he should be humble and give a few words.

However, the senior brother was not even willing to be polite in words.

There is only one reason for this.

That is, the senior brother didn't take him An Jialiang seriously at all, and he didn't even bother to do face work!

Also, this is exactly the same as when he got along with those little followers at school before he joined the sect.

Because the family is rich and his grandfather is a local figure, An Jialiang has no shortage of younger brothers since he was a child.

Those people surrounded him and held him, and he never had to care about their feelings.

You can say whatever you want, and you can run whoever you want, those people were choked by him, and they could only swallow their anger, and they didn't even dare to put one P.

An Jialiang looked at them obviously blushing, but they still had to continue to surround him, and his heart was extremely happy.

Don't look at him small, he understands the truth.

It is precisely because of these truths that An Jialiang doesn't care about those people anymore.

Just like the senior brother in front of him, hehe, I guess in the eyes of this dead fat man, he is no different from those little minions who stammered with themselves for money back then.

They are all insignificant people, and even if they are offended, it is not a big deal!