I inherited a family fortune of 5000 years

Chapter 1075 How many spiritual roots do you want

"Go! Let's go!"

Seeing Zhang Mengyu approaching aggressively, Ji Meng was almost terrified.

In the beginning, he was just a counselor under Qi Xiu, the seventh prince. In this Haotian Continent, the foundation of a warrior is the Qi refining stage. The outer sect disciples who swept the floor of the sect did not reach this level after a little practice for two years.

He has already seen Zhang Mengyu's brave performance just now, not to mention the eighth level of real martial arts, even Lin Jie, an absolute master of the ninth level of real martial arts, can only be beaten under his hands. He didn't even dare to fart, how could he dare to stay here?
"Want to leave?" Zhang Menglong stretched out a hand, "Wanxiang Tianyin!"

Following a gravitational ripple, Ji Meng immediately flew towards Zhang Mengyu from hundreds of meters away. As for the others, Zhang Mengyu didn't bother to care about them.

"You handle it yourself!" Zhang Mengyu casually threw Ji Meng on the ground and let Qi Xiu deal with it.

"Seventh Prince!" Ji Meng immediately knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, "Seventh Prince, you see that I have done so many things for you loyally before, please spare my life!"

"Spare your life?" Qi Xiu sneered, "When you led people to hunt me down, why didn't you think that I treated you well, why didn't you think of disturbing my life? You poisoned me and ruined me Why didn't you think of spareing my life when I was at the spiritual root?"

"Seventh Prince, I am obsessed with ghosts, and I just want to find a strong backer," Ji Mengfu, a chick pecking at rice, kowtowed frantically on the ground, "I work next to the First Prince, he trusts me very much, I can help You go to collect his secrets, so that you can move to the First Prince."

"You still say such things?" Qi Xiu kicked him to the ground, "How dare I continue to use you, you ungrateful idiot?"

Although Qi Xiu's spiritual root has been destroyed and his cultivation level has been lost, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. He has been cultivating since childhood, even if he has no profound energy, he can still compete with people who have cultivated Qi at the fourth or fifth level with his physical fitness. A Ji Meng is not in his eyes at all.

"Brother Zhang, can you pick me up a weapon?"

"You can't handle this," Zhang Mengyu put the heavy ruler back, and then took out a delicate dagger, "I'll give it to you."

"Thank you!"

Qi Xiu took the dagger, but when he held it in his hand, he felt that it was not ordinary iron at all, it was actually an eighth-rank spiritual weapon!
Those who have the ability to forge eighth-rank spiritual weapons are no more than the number of hands in their huge Holy Golden Dynasty, but Zhang Mengyu unexpectedly gave them away casually.

"Brother Zhang, this thing is too expensive, I can't take it!"

"I told you to hold it, so you can hold it. How can a big man grind it?" Zhang Mengyu said, "This is already the worst weapon on my body."

"The eighth-rank spiritual weapon is still the worst weapon on your body?" Qi Xiu's pupils dilated again.

"In this case, then I will not be polite," Qi Xiu's eyes fixed on Ji Meng, and the murderous aura surged out of his body uncontrollably.

A cold light flashed, and the head fell to the ground in an instant.

Qi Xiu heaved a sigh of relief, this was considered revenge for himself and his loyal subordinates.

"What's your plan next?" Zhang Mengyu asked, "I guess your eldest prince won't just let you go like this."

"I'm planning to go to the imperial city," Qi Xiu said, "only when I arrive at the imperial city will my eldest brother dare not do anything to me. I still have a lot of old people scattered throughout the Shengjin Dynasty. As long as I need them, they will definitely arrive immediately." Wang Cheng came to assist me."

"Why, are you going to fight directly?" Zhang Mengyu showed excited eyes, "My favorite thing is fighting, you take me with you."

Qi Xiu smiled wryly, "My brother Huang is already at the ninth level of true martial arts, how can I beat him?"

"Then what are you going to do? Deliver a courier?"

"Father will soon choose his successor. He will test us in terms of personal cultivation, his connections and the way of governing the country. I am not hopeless."

"Come on, your Holy Gold Dynasty will choose you as the emperor who has already been decommissioned?" Zhang Menglong attacked unceremoniously.

Qi Xiu suddenly showed a wry smile. Although Zhang Mengyu's words were not pleasant, they were true. No matter how well-connected his subordinates were and how excellent their ability to govern the country, he was not too sure.

His Fuqing, a martial artist who broke through the three realms of mystery, if he didn't have enough strength, he would have no way to deter many forces in the Shengjin Dynasty, especially those sect forces.

Among his peers, as the heir of the Shengjin Dynasty, he must be better than others!

So far, among the younger generation of the most powerful sect in the entire dynasty, there are already several Zhenwu ninth ranks. If the royal family does not have such talents, after a few years, when the older generation gradually decays, then when the time comes A coup is likely to happen.

"Brother Zhang, do you know that I have two spiritual roots, and my cultivation speed of profound energy is more than twice as fast as that of ordinary people. When the best of my peers in the entire Holy Gold Dynasty, I am still stepping up in the realm of Qi training At that time, I had already stepped into the realm of true martial arts, but now."

"Oh, two, this talent is not bad at all."

Barely okay?

Qi Xiu showed a helpless expression. Ordinary warriors only have one spiritual root. People with two spiritual roots are almost rare geniuses in a hundred years. Let alone their holy gold, even if you look at the whole continent , are absolutely excellent.

Of course, occasionally there will be some people with three spiritual roots, that is abnormal.

Legend has it that a man with seven spiritual roots once appeared on the mainland. His cultivation speed was simply terrifying, and he is now a well-known figure in the entire continent.

"Actually, I can help you recover your spiritual root."

"What did you say?" Qi Xiu grabbed Zhang Menglong's hands in surprise, "You said you could restore my spiritual root?"

"Are you a repeater?" Zhang Meng said speechlessly, "Is this difficult?"

"Of course it's difficult!" Qi Xiu searched all the famous doctors in the entire Shengjin Dynasty, and even used a long-renowned alchemist in the Shengjin Dynasty. Even he shook his head helplessly.

There are ways to repair the spiritual root. In ancient times, there were some pills, which can not only repair the spiritual root, but also expand the spiritual root and make it stronger, so that you can get twice the result with half the effort when practicing.

Even the more perverted ancient alchemy can help warriors increase new spiritual roots, which is the most against the sky.

"duang!"

Zhang Mengyu took out a alchemy cauldron and put it on the ground, then poured out a bunch of elixir with crackling noises, which he planted in the flower spirits of the Super Seminary.

"Ethereal Grass, at least 200 years old!"

"Mo Yungen, this thing is very rare, it is still red Mo Yungen, this is simply the king of medicine!"

"Condensing heart fruit!" Qi Xiu couldn't move his eyes on a white fruit. When he was visiting a famous doctor, someone told him that this kind of thing is used to nourish the spiritual root, but it has been found in almost the entire continent. Extinct, and even if there is, it needs to be combined with ancient alchemy to help him restore his spiritual root.

He has been searched for for more than three years, but so far there is no news.

Such a thing, Zhang Mengyu actually took it out casually.

"Brother Zhang, you shouldn't be an alchemist, right?" Qi Xiu said in surprise. The conditions for becoming an alchemist in the entire Haotian Continent are extremely harsh, but their status is also very high.

"Isn't it obvious? I don't practice alchemy, so I'm cooking for you here?"

Zhang Mengyu found a volume of Dan Fang from his memory, "I found it!"

"What did you find?"

"Of course it's a pill to help you restore your spiritual roots," Zhang Mengyu said, "How many spiritual roots do you want?"

(End of this chapter)