I inherited a family fortune of 5000 years

Although he has never fought against each other, the sword spirit is originally a magical life conceived from a divine weapon. For those who are born with strong talents, he has some special feelings.

When Zhang Mengyu appeared, he saw him in the crowd at a glance, and his attention was drawn to him involuntarily, because Zhang Mengyu had an aura that ordinary people couldn't possess at all.

Although Long Sen's talent is quite good, among the many people in this square, his talent and attainments in swordsmanship can only be regarded as upper-middle, not even top-notch, and the difference with Zhang Mengyu is not 01: 30 o'clock.

In his eyes, people like Long Sen are completely unqualified to inherit the inheritance of Sword God Villa.

"Little boy, what do you mean?" Long Sen, you know the gap between yourself and Zhang Mengyu, but Jian Ling's words are too much, what is "what level is he"?Although he was not as good as Zhang Mengyu, he felt that he was a handsome young man. Why did he think that he didn't have the qualifications after just one glance?
"Hmph, it means literally." Facing other people except Zhang Mengyu, the sword spirit was still very rude, "The sword bones are also divided into three, six, and nine grades, and your sword bones are at most third grade." , you don’t even have the qualifications to join the outer sect disciples of my Sword God Villa, so you should save yourself.”

The sword bone mentioned by the sword spirit is a special change in the bone when the sword cultivator advances to the realm of divine breath, that is, the level of perfect life.The sword energy will be integrated into the sword cultivator's bones, making his bones imprinted with a sword.

This kind of imprint has the same effect as the spirit vein, the higher the talent in swordsmanship, the higher the level of the condensed sword bones, among which the first level is the highest, and the ninth level is the lowest.

In fact, the third-class sword bones are already very good, and even most people in this square are around the fifth-class sword bones, and there are very few people above the third-class sword bones. Those who want to gather second-class or even first-class sword bones That's very rare.

As for Zhang Mengyu himself, the level of his sword bone can no longer be evaluated by level. If he insists on evaluating it, it can only be regarded as a holy or divine level. It is a level of sword bone that did not appear in that ancient era. .

"Brother, why don't you find me a hot guy like this?" After dismissing Long Sen, the little sword spirit immediately looked at Zhang Mengyu with a pitiful expression, "Brother, why don't you take the Sword God Villa? I have waited so long for a genius like you, an idiot like him will never understand my master's swordsmanship, if you hand over the Sword God Villa to him, it will be an insult to our Sword God Villa."

"Damn it, keep scolding me!" Long Sen couldn't stand his violent temper immediately, "Call me an idiot, you have the ability to single out!"

The little sword spirit's gaze locked on Long Sen's body. At that moment, a two to three meter long sword mark suddenly appeared on the ground less than one meter in front of Long Sen, as if a knife had been inserted into it. Huge sword.

Long Sen was so frightened that he sat down on the ground. This little sword spirit looked like a baby, who knew it would be so terrifying. He could release such a terrifying sword energy with just one look. If that sword spirit It fell on him, and it is estimated that his whole family will be able to eat next year.

"Hehehe, I won't interrupt when you guys are talking." Long Sen was not the kind of stupefied young man, and he might not even know how he died in a one-on-one fight with this sword spirit.

"I'm really not very interested in your Sword God Villa," Zhang Mengyu said, "but I told you to help you find an heir, and I will definitely help you find one."

"Just him?" Little Sword Spirit glanced at Long Sen again, "Brother, don't be joking, at this level, even if I want to make do with it, I won't be able to do so."

"You can't say that, don't you just look at your talent!" Zhang Mengyu said, "I'll make you a person with a sword bone level that exceeds the table?"

"Build one?" Little Sword Spirit froze for a moment, could this thing still be made?
Although it is said that a person's level of attainment in swordsmanship cannot be completely determined by the level of the sword bone, sometimes someone has some epiphanies and can indeed comprehend a realm of swordsmanship that should not be comprehended by him, but there are only a few exceptions , he is not willing to challenge that probability.

Moreover, the level of the sword bone is completely determined by a person's innate conditions. Even a person who has never learned swordsmanship may have a very high level of swordsmanship. This is like some people who are born with mathematical geniuses and artistic geniuses. Well, some people are born as math idiots as art idiots.

The level of the sword bone can fluctuate to a certain extent through the acquired environment, but this fluctuation is at most one level, and once the sword bone has been formed, the probability of wanting to upgrade is almost zero, and he has never heard of anyone's sword bone. There is such a thing as promotion.

"wait."

Zhang Mengyu took out a medicine cauldron casually, Long Sen's eyes lit up, he knew that Zhang Mengyu was going to make alchemy again.

"As expected of the man I have my eyes on," Little Sword Spirit actually showed adoring eyes, "Brother can actually make alchemy!"

"I'm sorry, I took it wrong," Zhang Mengyu felt embarrassed, and then directly stuffed the medicine cauldron back. After groping around for a while, he actually took out a test tube.

"Give me a drop of blood." Zhang Mengyu said to Long Sen.

"Huh? A drop of blood? What are you doing?"

"Don't ask so many questions!" Zhang Menglong swiped Long Sen's arm directly, and immediately a blood sword shot out, and Zhang Mengyu collected the blood into the test tube with mental strength.

"Give me time for a song!" An illusory fog appeared around Zhang Menglong. He took a step inside and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"As expected of my elder brother, what a mysterious man." The little sword spirit has almost become Zhang Mengyu's little fan.

"A sycophant..."

……

A few minutes later, there was that fog again, and Zhang Mengyu walked out of it, still holding the test tube in his hand, but this test tube was already filled with liquid.

The liquid is only a few tens of milliliters in total, and it has no smell, but what is strange is that in this moment, there is actually the shadow of a small golden sword suspended.

Zhang Mengyu shook the test tube lightly, and the little golden sword dissipated in the shaking test tube, but as the liquid inside became still again, the little golden sword condensed again.

"Drink it, you'll be bored." Zhang Mengyu handed the test tube to Long Sen.

"What is this?" Long Sen took it and carefully observed the liquid in the test tube.

"Don't ask, asking is poison, do you want to drink it?" Zhang Mengyu rolled his eyes.

"Drink, of course!" Long Sen thought with his butt and knew that this thing must be a good thing, and he even felt the people around him showing a greedy look at the test tube in his hand.

He quickly drank the liquid inside, "Huh? It's quite delicious."

"What the hell is this? It doesn't feel like it's anything special after drinking it, it can't be..."

Suddenly, Long Sen's words stopped abruptly, his pupils enlarged several times at this moment, and two small golden swords appeared in his pupils, and the breath on his body also happened in an instant. Earth-shaking changes.

"Brother, what did you give him to drink?" Little Sword Spirit looked at Long Sen, and he actually felt that the current Long Sen was like a sword waiting to be tempered.

"It's just a bloodline potion," Zhang Mengyu added, "Sword God's bloodline!"