Chapter 1

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

He is a jumper!

The unique penetrator in the world!

The penetrator who opened the legendary golden finger system!

I didn't expect that I had just come to this world, before I could become the world's first master, before I could achieve great achievements, before I could lay a huge harem... I was cheated into the sword casting house by a seemingly honest, honest, kind-hearted sword maker uncle and thrown into the sword casting furnace.

Just a moment ago, the seemingly amiable but actually insidious sword maker told Chen Hao that he hid his name in ironstone city and forgot to eat and sleep for more than 20 years. He devoted himself to studying sword casting skills. Six months ago, the sword casting technology reached its peak. He turned to learning spirit casting and wanted to become a real sword maker.

He inadvertently got a secret script of spirit casting, which records a bloody, effective, simple and practical secret technique of spirit casting - the method of casting swords with people.

Simply put, it is to mix the secret spirit fixing liquid into the hot molten iron, and then push the living man into the molten iron. The spirit fixing liquid absorbs and preserves the human soul, integrates into the weapon, and makes the weapon produce "weapon spirit".

This morning, he felt a breakthrough. For a time, he was a little itchy. By chance, he met Chen Hao, a "beggar", and his sense of urgency became even stronger, like a cat scratching.

He lured Chen Hao with two steamed buns with the lure of recruitment.

Yes, Chen Hao, as a jumper, was cheated with two steamed buns!

Seeing that he was about to rush into the molten iron, the heat became stronger and stronger. Chen Hao thought of a sentence by magic: I will get eternal life in the fire and blood!

The burly swordsman pushed Chen Hao down, stared at him burning into the hot iron stove, opened his arms and shouted, "I will become a real swordsman, you will become my first work, and a real swordsman will be proud to use you!"

"I curse you for not dying well. Even if I really become a sword, I must be a magic sword. Whoever uses it will die and lose all sons and grandchildren!" Chen Hao wailed bitterly before he died.

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

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

With excitement, the sword caster poured molten iron into the sword fan. After cooling, he got the sword embryo. There were rhythmic sounds of iron in the sword casting house.

Until the latter half of the night, the swordsman put the red iron sword in his hand into the cold water led from Xueyun mountain.

Hiss, hiss

After the steam dissipated, the sword caster couldn't wait to see the true face of the "spirit tool".

But just one look, his face sank.

The dark iron sword is ordinary, which is no different from the iron sword forged by his apprentice in the sword casting studio.

Take a closer look, there is a red dot on the sword, like a drop of solidified blood.

The sword maker wiped it repeatedly with a sweat towel, but it still couldn't be wiped off!

Open the front and try. Maybe it's the legendary treasure self obscuration?

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

Staring at the blade, the middle-aged sword maker sighed a long sigh. He failed.

When casting this sword, he was very dedicated and careful, and every process was kept improving. He still used rare materials such as Qingyun iron and threaded copper. In addition, he also mixed a small amount of extremely precious tianwai meteorite iron into it.

But he made a great low-level mistake!

The heat cannot be reached when smelting.

If he was casting an ordinary long sword, he would have no problem controlling the fire, but now he is casting a sword with people.

Casting swords with people. If there is one more person in the sword furnace, the fire will definitely be different.

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

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

Pick up a low-level ordinary tool and without hesitation cut it on the edge of the blood drop sword, and the edge of the low-level ordinary tool broke a hole.

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

The middle-aged sword caster picked up an intermediate ordinary tool and cut hard at the blood drop sword. There was a small crack in the intermediate ordinary tool, but the blood drop sword burst!

In other words, he used people to cast a sword, and spent a lot of precious materials to cast a low-level long sword!

It simply failed to grandma's house.

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

At this time, a small sound suddenly came from the window, as if it was the sound of crushing the dried leaves.

The middle-aged sword caster is also a martial artist. He can hear and see clearly, and the slight sound is very obvious in the quiet night.

"Who?"

Then there was the sound of scattered and hurried footsteps.

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

He is a new apprentice in zhujianlu.

This little apprentice is a little clever and usually diligent, but his talent in sword casting is a little ordinary.

The sword caster holding the sword blocked the little apprentice's way, and the primary apprentice's legs were soft with fear.

"Did you see it?"

"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 talk much, and the blood stained the long sword. It is estimated that the primary school apprentice wants to steal his teacher, but he chose the wrong day. If it weren't for Chen Hao, he might be forgiven.

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

The contaminated blood on the sword slowly dipped into the long sword, as if absorbed by the long sword.

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

The mechanical system prompts the sound: "Ding ~ the system detects that the identity of the host has changed."

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

"The strongest magic sword system is on, on, please wait..."

"When the host's consciousness is detected to be blurred, it will automatically bind the sword owner - Jin Zhengqiu."

Sword Name: None

Level: low level fan

The first sword owner: Jin Zhengqiu

Talent: Master killer

skill:

1. Bad luck (turned on): steadily reduce the sword's main Qi value by 1 (the Qi value is 10, which can be called the son of the world's Qi);

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

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

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

"Ding ~ after the upgrade, the host is upgraded to an intermediate mortal and obtains a talent skill - automatic repair."

"The sword body is being repaired..."

When Jin Zhengqiu disposed of the body of the little apprentice and looked at the failed work in his hand, the whole person was stunned.