Chapter 1

When Chen Hao was thrown into the fire, his heart was full of reluctance. He looked back on his short and boring life and hated the cruel swordsman who cheated him!

He's a passer-by!

The only one in the world!

Opened the legendary golden finger system of the traverser!

I didn't expect that I just came to this world, and I haven't come yet to become the number one expert in the world, and I haven't come yet to achieve the great cause of Hongtu, and I haven't come yet to fight a huge harem He was cheated into the sword casting house and thrown into the sword casting furnace by an honest and kind-hearted sword casting uncle.

Just now, the seemingly amiable but actually insidious swordsman told Chen Hao that he lived in tieshicheng anonymously. He spent more than 20 years sleeping and eating, and devoted himself to the study of sword casting. Half a year ago, his sword casting technology reached its peak. He turned to study the casting of spirit tools and wanted to become a real swordsman.

He inadvertently got a secret book of casting spirit weapons, which recorded a kind of bloody, effective, simple and practical secret technique of casting spirit weapons - casting sword with human.

To put it simply, it is to mix the secret solid spirit liquid into the hot molten iron, and then push the living people into the molten iron. The solid spirit liquid absorbs and preserves the soul of human beings, integrates into weapons, and makes weapons produce "weapon spirit".

This morning, he felt that he had made a breakthrough. For a moment, he was a bit itchy. When he met Chen Hao, a "beggar", his sense of urgency became even stronger, just like cat scratch.

He used recruitment as a bait to trick Chen Hao with two steamed buns.

That's right. As a passer-by, Chen Hao was cheated with two steamed buns!

Seeing that he was about to plunge into the molten iron, the burning heat became more and more intense. Chen Hao thought of a sentence: I will live forever in the fire and blood!

The burly sword caster pushed Chen Hao down and watched him fall into the hot iron stove. He opened his arms and roared, "I will become a real sword caster. You will be my first work. The real swordsman will be proud to use you!"

"I curse you for not being able to die well. Even if I become a sword, I must be a magic sword. Whoever uses it will die, and I will lose my children and grandchildren!" Before his death, Chen Hao wailed bitterly.

However, the swordsman didn't care about Chen Hao's curse before he died.

The black flame rose in the sword casting furnace. The black flame soon disappeared, followed by Chen Hao's body.

With excitement, the swordsman poured molten iron into the sword mold, cooled down and got the embryo of the sword. There was a rhythmic sound of striking iron in the sword room.

Until the middle of the night, the swordsman put the red iron sword into the cold water from the snow cloud mountain.

Hiss, hiss, hiss

After the steam dissipated, the swordsman couldn't wait to see the real face of "Lingqi".

But just a look, his face sank.

The dark iron sword is ordinary, which is no different from the iron sword cast by his apprentice.

Take a closer look, there is a red spot on the sword, just like a drop of coagulated blood.

The swordsman wiped it repeatedly with a towel, but it still can't be wiped off!

Maybe it's a treasure in the legend?

With a nervous mood, the middle-aged sword caster easily sharpened the iron sword without any resistance.

Staring at the blade, the middle-aged swordsman sighed. He failed.

When casting this sword, he was very attentive and conscientious. He kept improving in every process, using precious materials such as Qingyun iron and screw thread copper. In addition, he mixed a small amount of extremely precious tianwai meteorite in it.

But he made a terrible mistake!

When melting, the heat is not enough.

If it's casting ordinary long sword, his control of the fire will not have any problem, but now it's casting sword with people.

If there is one more person in the furnace, the fire will be different.

Every step of the sword casting process is closely linked, because there is a problem in one link. Even if he uses extremely precious materials, the sword is useless!

He took a long sword and came to the weapon rack. There were more than ten long swords on it, all the works of apprentices.

He picked up a low-level weapon and cut it on the edge of the blood drop sword without hesitation. The edge of the low-level weapon collapsed.

With so many precious materials, it's strange if you can't cut down a low-level tool!

The middle-aged swordsman picked up another intermediate weapon and chopped it at the blood drop sword. There was a small crack in the intermediate weapon, but the blood drop sword collapsed!

That is to say, he used people to cast sword, and spent a lot of precious materials to cast the lowest level sword!

It's a failure. I went to Grandma's.

The middle-aged swordsman's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

At this time, there was a slight sound on the side of the window, like the sound of crushing the dry leaves.

The middle-aged sword caster is also a warrior. He can hear and see clearly. The slight noise is very obvious in the quiet night.

"Who?"Then there was a sound of scattered and rapid footsteps.

The middle-aged sword caster rushed out of the sword casting room with the long sword of blood drop and exerted his body method with all his strength. After only two breaths, he caught up with the target.

He is a new apprentice of zhujianlu.

The little apprentice is a little clever and diligent, but he has some common talent in sword casting.

The swordsman with a long sword blocked the way of the little apprentice, and the apprentice's legs softened.

"You see it all?"

"No, I didn't see anything!" The primary school student cried, "master Jin, please let me go. I really didn't see anything!"

Jin Zhengqiu didn't speak much. His blood dyed his sword red. The apprentice may have wanted to steal his teacher, but he chose the wrong day. If it wasn't for Chen Hao, he might have opened up.

With a long sword in one hand, he picked up the body of the little apprentice and went to the sword casting house.

The blood on the sword body slowly immerses into the sword, as if absorbed by the sword.

In the long sword, Chen Hao's soul is in a muddle.

The mechanical system prompts the sound: "Ding ~ the system has detected a change in the host's identity."

"According to the identity and wishes of the host," the strongest human system "is automatically changed to" the strongest magic sword system. "

"The most powerful magic sword system is on. Please wait a moment..."

"When it detects that the host's consciousness is fuzzy, it will automatically bind the sword master, Jin Zhengqiu."

Sword Name: none

rank: low-level weapon

the first sword master: Jin Zhengqiu

talent: kill master

skill:

1. Doom (opened): steadily reduce sword master's Qi Yun value 1 (Qi Yun value 10 can be called the son of world Qi Yun);

2. Killing evolution: evolve itself by absorbing blood and soul.

"Ding ~ absorb enough blood and soul, the host can evolve."

"It's detected that the host's consciousness is fuzzy, the sword body is damaged, the system protection function is turned on, and the host is upgrading automatically."

"Ding ~ after the upgrade, the host will be upgraded to an intermediate tool and get a talent skill - auto repair."

"Sword body repairing..."

When Jin Zhengqiu finished dealing with the body of his apprentice and looked at the failed work in his hand, he was stunned.

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