"I don't want you to go, brother." The little boy said as he grabbed his brother's hand tightly.

"Well, I've grown up, it's time for me to inherit the glory of my family, it's my fate and yours. We are born with a part in responsibility. A 13-year-old boy said to the little boy.

"But you can also learn things from the sect within the family, and the sect's may not be as good as the family's."

"Good brother, it's different, I can learn more things in the sect that I can't learn in the family." The young man stared into the distance and thought, "It is my wish to protect this family and my younger brother." The boy touched his brother's head with his hand, "I will definitely become the most powerful man in the history of the Empire." When the time comes, I'll be back to play with you. ”

"Okay," the little boy's eyes flashed with determination, "I will also try to become the second most powerful person in the empire, and then we can bear the glory of the family together." ”

"Well, let's do it together."

With that, the boy jumped on the griffon's back. With a long roar, the griffin slowly spread its wings and flew high into the sun.

The little boy stood there for a long time, then turned to an old man and said, "Butler, from tomorrow onwards, I will double the amount of my training." ”

"But?" "Don't worry, my brother has already gone to the sect, if I don't work hard, I really won't be able to catch up with my brother anymore."

"I know that my talent is not as good as my brother's, but I know that I am the second young master of the family, and I can't let my brother fight all the responsibilities." The little boy turned and left.

The butler stood still, staring at the boy's distant back. Maybe one day, he can really become the god of war who moves the world. But this possibility is not even one in a thousand. After all, the concentration of bloodlines is only one percent, but it is really difficult to become a strong person without relying on bloodlines.

The little boy returned to the training ground at home, silently picked up the gun that was higher than him on the ground, held the gun in one hand, and then held it flat, in order to exercise the feeling of holding the gun. After an hour of flat lifting, he began to practice the front stab, his front stab every time is fast and accurate, the tip of the spear must be sharp, and when the stab is out, he must have a sense of seeing death as home, and he will not move forward. After three hundred times, the little boy was lying on the ground exhausted.

Seeing this, the housekeeper on the side hurriedly ran forward, picked up the little boy's thin body, put it into the potion bucket that had been prepared on the side, and massaged the little boy with special techniques, so that this valuable medicine could exert its greatest effect.

Spring goes to autumn, cold comes and summer. Time flies. On the training ground, the sound of the teenager hitting the wooden stake was crisp and melodious.

He was shirtless, and every muscle was like a well-honed steel, looking like a sturdy cheetah. With each blow, the wooden stake kept shaking. In the blink of an eye, dozens of punches were thrown, followed by a whip kick that caused the entire wooden stake's head to explode.

"Steward, how long will it take for the apprenticeship meeting to start?"

"Young Master, the day after tomorrow is the day when the apprenticeship conference begins, I believe that the young master will definitely be admitted to the sect that admits the eldest young master."

"Haha, of course, I'm going to be the second strongest, and this little test is not easy for me."

"Then I'll congratulate the young master first. By the way, young master, this is the assessment content of this year's apprenticeship conference. With that, he handed over a piece of paper.

The boy looked at it, and his face twitched inadvertently.

The young master is extremely strong, and I believe that he will definitely be admitted. After the butler finished speaking, he hurried away. Just kidding, this assessment is the hardest assessment in the past decade, and there is no one. I made a bet with the deputy butler that if the little young master could be admitted to the heaven-level sect, I would eat ten tons of.

The young man took the piece of paper, and suddenly felt like a 10,000-pound boulder, I wiped it, it was so difficult, and only three people were accepted, did the old horsemen lose their minds. How do I feel like I'm going to be accepted? No, I'm going to be the second best person in the country, how can I not even pass the admission level. By the way, I can go to the fat man Wang and find some good goods to help me survive the disaster.

Wang Fatzi, as his name suggests, shows his appearance with a fat word, and he is a good friend of the teenager from childhood to adulthood. He is a tyrant in this leather city, a nickname, a little slut. Because he always has a bunch of cheap goods there, which is really the best choice for yin people to harm people, cheat and deceive, and kill people and sell goods.

"Fatty, this time my net worth and life will be in your hands." The boy patted the fat man on the shoulder and said.

No problem, who is more of the two, who wants to make you uncomfortable, that is, I can't get by, say, who bullied you again, I'll help you kill him.

It's the old bastards at the Take-up Conference, this time, I'm going to play big, and you say we're going to put laxatives in their meals.

After hearing this, the fat man's eyes widened at him: "Brother, this is really unbelievable." ”

The young man looked at him with contempt: "Don't you dare to do this, what about living and dying together, having prostitutes together, and drinking wine together?" It turns out that you turned out to be such a fat person. ”

The fat man looked aggrieved: Brother, what do you know, my dad is one of the old bastards you said.

"Ah, that's right. By the way, what I just said, why don't I remember, do you remember? ”

"Bastard, I don't know you yet, what you say is powerful, but do you dare to do it?" After the fat man finished speaking, he took out a storage bag from his arms, handed it to the young man, and said, "All the things you want are in it, as long as you use it well, you will be in the top three." ”

The young man looked excited, but thought of something again, and asked, "You gave it to me, what about you?" "What, my dad is an elder of the sect, and he directly let me enter the sect."

"Bastard, I hate the privileged." The boy said hatefully.

"There's no way, the old man still hopes that I will learn some skills after I go in, and then come back to inherit the family business." Wang Fatzi spread his hands helplessly and said.

The young man actually knew that the ambition of this fat man was never to inherit the family business, or to be quite a proper second generation of the sect, and then bully men and women in the sect and be a little overlord in the world.

This is something that is in line with the image of Wang Fatzi, otherwise as long as the young man thinks of it, Wang Fatzi is wearing the clothes of an elder, and then walks in the sect with his hands behind his back, pointing out the juniors from time to time, and pretending to be a wave of X at the same time, that feeling is very funny.

"Don't be dissatisfied, I don't know how many people want to enter the sect, and they can't get in if they break their heads, you are directly determined, and you are not satisfied." The young man said to Wang Fatzi, his face full of envy.