"Whew"

Exhaling a breath of turbidity, Chen Han rubbed his head, which was still a little painful, and re-entered the mysterious space in his mind.

Chen Han: 18 years old

Would-be warriors

Talent: Sword Soul: For each additional sword technique of the Great Perfection Realm, the speed increases by one percent and the power increases by five percent. The current upper limit is 1/10, which has been increased by 1% speed and 5% power.

Exercises: Basic Mental Method (Level 1)

Swordsmanship: Basic Swordsmanship (Great Perfection), Longquan Swordsmanship - Remnant (Third Layer)

Potential points: 0

Glory points: 17

"Is it really because of the lack of potential points? Am I guessing wrong, the upgrade of Longquan's sword technique has nothing to do with my own comprehension of sword intent? Or is it a relationship between the two? ”

Chen Han looked at the remaining 0 potential points and muttered thoughtfully.

"Forget it, I'm not in a hurry now anyway." There are less than three months left before the college entrance examination, and he still has a lot of time to study and understand the mysterious space in his mind, and he has already preliminarily comprehended the sword intent, so it can be said that he has no worries.

Life will get better day by day!

Chen Han clenched his fists, a smile on his face.

An hour later, Chen Han finally returned home, and by the time he got home, it was almost eight o'clock, and Chen Han was carrying a lot of things in his hand. As soon as the door was opened, my mother took it.

"What's all this big bag?"

turned out one package after another, and Yang Qin seemed to be a little reluctant.

"Don't buy things blindly to make some money, you may not spend much in the future, save some now, these things are not necessary, you don't need to spend money."

Chen Han grinned, having said that, as soon as his mother saw a lot of things, she still took it, looked left at this, and then at that.

Chen Han didn't speak, just sat on the sofa and watched his mother open it the same way, and then solemnly put it back in the box. He looked funny, but it was understandable, after all, his mother had suffered all her life, and these things could only be seen on TV commercials.

"Mom, don't be so careful, it's not a precious thing, if you don't want it, let's change it!" Chen Han looked at his mother. Said with a grin.

"Go, go, loser, know what."

The mother gave Chen Han a blank look and opened a mask again. "Tell me, what's the use of buying me this thing? It's better to keep the money or buy something delicious. ”

When Chen Han heard this, he was also helpless, after all, his mother was in her forties, and in this era that greatly delayed the life span of human beings, her mother's face still had clearly visible wrinkles and freckles.

"Mom! In the future, you don't have to worry about these, you have nothing to do to find some friends to play cards at home, just play mahjong, and you can put your heart in your stomach in terms of money. After organizing the language, Chen Han finally said what he wanted to say a long time ago.

His father died in an accident before Chen Han was born, and his mother worked hard for 20 years, and it was time for him to enjoy the blessings.

"You kid...... Hehe......"

After all, the mother still didn't say the rest of the words, but kept smiling at her son for nearly twenty years.

"Okay, let's hurry up and eat, I'm going to starve to death, and I haven't eaten at noon."

"I'll just go to the hot one, I didn't expect you kid to come back at this time, and the cooked meal was cold before eating."

"Uh-huh, be sure to pay attention next time!"

Seeing his mother walk into the kitchen, Chen Han focused his eyes on the black long sword in a box.

"You can take a look at this thing."

At the beginning, when Chen Han had just received this thing, Chen Han could hardly believe that this was actually a sword.

Let's put it this way, this sword-like weapon would not have been able to tell that it was a sword if it weren't for something resembling a gauntlet about thirty centimeters long at one end.

If it had to be a weapon, Chen Han felt that it was more like a black ruler.

"No wonder this thing is so cheap!"

Chen Han complained in his heart, but it didn't matter, anyway, he was just a thing for sword practice, and Chen Han didn't expect to use it to kill the enemy.

The black sword is about 1.2 meters long and the hilt is about 30 centimeters long.

Generally, the whole of the long sword is about one meter, and it is no more than one meter and two.

After all, most swordsmanship is still flexible, and if the sword body is too long, there will be a very clumsy sense of discomfort, which is not suitable for swordsmanship.

However, that is for others, with Chen Han's current level, there will be no such worries at all, and his swordsmanship has reached a peak in sword skills.

After all, it wasn't strange to many people how far a person who could comprehend the sword intent in the Forging Body Realm could do it.

"Why is it also my first officially owned sword, let's give you a name, what's the name?"

Looking at the swarthy sword body in his arms, Chen Han fell into deep thought.

"Darkiron Sword? No, it's too vulgar, Dark Sword? It's not too suitable! ”

"Uh...... No clue, forget it. ”

For the first time, Chen Han discovered one of his weaknesses and named it ......

It's obviously a very ordinary sword, but I'm more sullen and want to give it an unusual name. However, the level is limited, so I can only give up.

"I have wronged you first, and when I have time, I will ask the audience for their opinions in the live broadcast room."

"What are you doing here? What are you doing with a black stick? ”

Mother's voice rang out from the side.

"Uh...... It's a sword!! Chen Han said very seriously.

"Okay, your sword is mainly used to smash people?" The mother who solved the troubles in her heart actually joked with Chen Han.

Chen Han scratched his head, and once again focused his attention on the black sword in his hand, the cold sword body did not have a trace of temperature, the unusually smooth sword body did not have any major fluctuations, but the blade did not open, even if his hands were held tightly, he would still not be injured in any way.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Chen Han's mind.

"Since you can't use it to hurt people, then you are called ......"

After a pause, Chen Han lowered his head again and stared at the pitch-black long sword in his hand.

"Just call, stop fighting."

"Okay, okay, don't look at it, it can't be eaten as a meal, hurry up and come over to eat." Mother looked at Chen Han's obsessive appearance and said with a smile. Of course, she knew her son very well, otherwise she wouldn't have saved up for months to buy a real sword for Chen Han.

Although he sometimes always got himself scarred, Chen Han never really gave up his love for the long sword in his opponent. Knowing his son Mo Ruomu, Yang Qin has never blamed Chen Han in this regard.