This morning, Wei Siyuan was teaching three contract beasts.

"Martial Artist, Silver, Gold, Legend, Sage, this is the realm I know so far, of course, for you, the Golden Rank is the starting point!"

"But having said that, the platform of a thousand miles starts from the soil! For the descendants of the noble emperor's bloodline, the clan will present them with all kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures when they are youngest, polish the foundation, and store future potential for them! But you are different, although you are a golden rank, you are from an ordinary beast, and filling the potential is what you need to do now!"

"Martial arts forging body, silver refining spirits, golden enlightenment, legendary enlightenment, sage and heavenly qi! This is the mantra of cultivation, you should take good care of yourself! Today's special training is here, you all go back!"

"Yes, master!" the three contract beasts bowed their heads respectfully to Wei Siyuan, and then slowly left the rooftop where Wei Siyuan was.

More than ten days have passed in the blink of an eye, and the contract beasts have already settled around Targera Waterfall for convenience, listening to Wei Siyuan's explanation of the path of the realm, and at the same time groping for their own paths.

"Stinky ants!let's do it again!" the three contract beasts returned to their quarters, and Oz shouted in a loud voice.

It was a wider valley, with Matabelle living on the eastern side of the valley, which was drier, Howling Moon on the west side, which was quieter, and Oz living directly next to the creek in the valley, a tiger who loved water. The three contract beasts lived in the same valley because they didn't like each other, and they made a fight with each other. After listening to Wei Siyuan's explanation every day, the biggest activity is fighting.

"Come on, I'm afraid you won't make it!" Matabelle's voice grew deeper and deeper, and the lines on his body became more and more obvious. Yes, it's lines! His originally inconspicuous dark shell has become jet black and shiny, without flesh, and only a section of body that is getting tougher and harder. If the arthropods used to be thin dotted lines, now they are conspicuous black lines, and at a glance you will be attracted by these bright blacks.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, you're still a sturdy ant! I don't want a certain she-wolf, it's getting more and more gloomy, and I don't dare to take my paw!" Oz stretched out his front paws, and the eagerness in his eyes betrayed his somewhat idle movements.

"Then you can take me a space magic and try it!" Xiao Yue casually licked her claws, and a slender magic condensed in the center of her claws, like a twisted wire, constantly emitting a silver-gray light, highlighting its existence.

"Hey, hey, kidding!" said Oz's hearty voice. Sneaking a glance at the cherry-sized diamond-shaped silver gem in the center of Xiaoyue's eyebrows, he silently regretted why he Oz couldn't condense such a gem and control powerful magic.

"Are you still fighting?" asked Matabelle softly as he drew closer, his two front paws already on Oz's thick front legs.

"Hit! of course hit—"

"Just hit!" Matabelle flipped Oz's body to the ground without saying a word, and pressed Oz to the ground with the advantage of his claws, unable to move.

"Stinky ants! despicable! you actually sneak attack!let me go, let's do it again if you have the ability!" Oz kept struggling, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free, his face kept to the ground, and he gnawed a lot of dirt.

"Fighting depends on brains more than strength!Although I yearn for a life of strong reasoning, but for you annoying tiger, I will not be stingy with my wisdom if I can solve it in advance!" Matabelle didn't care about Oz's mouth cannon, and even pulled out a paw to straighten the tentacles on the top of his head to show his contempt for Oz.

"Stinky ant! You forced me!huh-" Oz struggled for a while, and finally lost his patience for wrestling, the black tiger stripes on his body gradually flowed, and the red flames flowed out of the tiger stripes, filling the white hair on his body, making the whole tiger very weird, and the white tiger turned into a red tiger.

"Stinky ants, look at me, the magma white tiger can't kill you!" said Oz triumphantly. The flames flowed around him, enveloping him in the heat, and the intense heat caused the soil beneath him to dry quickly, emitting bursts of white smoke.

Feeling the unbearable heat on Oz, Matabelle let go of his claws and quickly climbed off Oz.

"Oz, are you really?" Matabelle looked at the red tiger in front of him with some disgrace.

"Phew, what do you mean to play really, can a fight be called a fight if you don't win?" Oz opened his mouth and a fireball erupted, lingering on Oz's eyebrows, shocking Matabelle. This fireball was different from the red fireball with a diameter of one meter that Oz had spewed out, this fireball was more condensed, blazing white, although it was only ten centimeters in size, but it burned and shook the surrounding space.

"Since you're playing for real, you're welcome!" Matabelle stood up, his whole body twisted, and a humanoid ant-man about a meter tall slowly appeared in front of Oz's eyes. A disc about as tall as her appeared, her newly refined ant's nest, like a thin shield, protecting Matabelle.

"When your fireball is gone!that's when you're baptized by my fist!" Matabelle's massive jaws snapped together, threatening to bite Oz's neck at any moment.

With a "uh-woo", Oz directly swallowed the fireball in the center of his eyebrows, and the flames flowing on his body also withdrew into the black lines on his body. Then he laughed and said, "Just kidding! Fighting is fighting, it's really good not to play, it's not good if you get hurt!"

"Huh!" Matabelle retreated to his ant state and walked towards his anthill. The ant nest in his hand also slowly shrank, turning into a scale and attaching to himself.

"Hmph, if you don't know how to use space to resist Lao Tzu, I'm going to blast you stinky ant into scum!" Oz muttered quietly.

"What did you say?" Matabelle turned to look at Oz with a flick of his tentacles.

"Nothing! nothing!" the 2-meter-tall tiger quickly shook his head, looking like he wasn't doing anything about me.

"Tiger!" Xiaoyue glanced at Oz with disdain, the jewel in her eyebrows flickered, and she directly used spatial magic to teleport back to her cave.

"The she-wolf is right!" Matabelle glanced back at the vanished Howling Moon, then at Oz, and spit out the word 'Tiger' lightly, and slowly crawled back to his anthill, leaving Oz alone in the same place.

"Stinky ants, and damn she-wolves! If I can't beat you now, I'll definitely press you to the ground and rub you!" Oz said viciously, glancing at the cave of the Howling Moon and then at the anthill of Matabelle. There's no way, the space system is too rebellious, Matabelle's shield can't be broken at all, and he can't even leave his own mark on it, and Xiaoyue's space magic is indestructible, if he didn't hide fast last time, his tail would definitely be less.

(End of chapter)