Life Simulation: Add Entries Starting From Health Preservation Skills

Boom!

Han Zhao returned to Shaanshan Boxing Academy, and as soon as he walked into Lu Yi's room, he saw a huge fist that was as black as ink and like black jade, punching towards his chest.

The one who punched was Lu Yi.

"Again?!" Han Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he dodged Lu Yi's punch, and at the same time slapped the back of Lu Yi's hand, deflecting his punch.

"Good boy!" Lu Yi's complexion changed upon feeling the tremendous force coming from Han Zhao's palm.

He grabbed Han Zhao's arm and rolled up his sleeves.

Looking at the clear imprint of the mountain peak on Han Zhao's swollen arm, Lu Yi's pupils shrank suddenly.

Then, he rolled up the sleeve on the other side, and the same mountain imprint appeared impressively.

"Twice the energy and blood breakthrough! You boy, wow!" Lu Yi was surprised and happy, angry and laughing.

"Master, would you believe me if I said that I just broke through recently?" Han Zhao said with a smile.

"roll roll roll!"

Three months can be said to be fast or slow.

Han Zhao soon got a summons from Zhu Kangsheng.

Today is the day when the sword was successfully reforged, and it is also the time for him to bid farewell to Zhu Kangsheng.

Han Zhao disguised himself as Song Que and headed to Lianfeng Villa.

As soon as he entered the villa, he was invited into the back hall by the owner Chu Tie.

When Han Zhao chose to be named at Lianfeng Mountain Villa, he had dealt with Chu Tie before, and he felt that he was not bad.

Because Chu Tie was the same as Zhu Kangsheng, his family members were also persecuted by Feilongzhai.

In addition, Zhu Kangsheng said that he can absolutely be trusted, and his assistance is also needed for recasting the sword, so Han Zhao agreed to inform Chu Tie of the matter.

"Hero Song, Kang Sheng is inside." Chu Tie came to the door of the forging room in the back hall and stood still, motioning for Han Zhao to go in, while he stayed at the door.

This is the forging room dedicated to the veteran blacksmith of the villa. Since he recast the sword for Han Zhao, no one else has been allowed to use it for a long time.

The people in the villa only knew that the chief and deputy owners had received a big order and were working day and night to forge it, but they didn't know anything else.

Because the two will take turns guarding the door of the forging room to prevent anyone from sneaking in.

"Master Chu, thank you very much." Han Zhao cupped his fists and saluted, pushed the door open and walked in.

As soon as he entered, he felt the temperature of his body suddenly rise, just like entering a sauna room in summer, every pore of his body is hot.

Looking around, the forging room of about 30 square meters has been emptied, only Zhu Kangsheng is standing in front of the sword casting pool in the middle.

A layer of unknown black-red charcoal was laid in the rectangular sword-forging pool. The charcoal was constantly burning, puffing and puffing out raging purple-red flames, exuding a terrifying high temperature that seemed to be able to roast people.

And in the sword-forging pool in the center of the flame, there were knives and swords inserted obliquely from left to right.

At this moment, the swords and swords were burning with fire.

Han Zhao seemed to have an illusion that the sword in the sword casting pool seemed to be calling him.

"Brother Han, you are finally here." Seeing Han Zhao approaching, Zhu Kangsheng smiled happily and said, "This last step can only be accomplished if you come in person!"

"Master Zhu, you..." Han Zhao hesitated to speak, he wanted to get a more powerful weapon, but he didn't want Zhu Kangsheng to die with the sword.

Unfortunately, many things are difficult to have both.

"Brother Han, you should have read the incomplete book of casting techniques. The only complete content in it is 'Sacrificing Your Life'!" Zhu Kangsheng stepped forward and said seriously: "Wait a while, I will be at the end of the furnace Jump into the pool of sword casting when it is in full swing, and wait until the sword is full of the blood of the builder, you must use your own blood as a guide, so that you can hope to make the sword psychic and truly become a magic weapon connected with your heart Blade."

"I understand." Han Zhao nodded.

Seeing Han Zhao's unbearable expression, Zhu Kangsheng smiled casually: "Brother Han, don't feel sorry for me. Now is the happiest and most relaxing moment in my life. My revenge has been avenged, and I can spend my whole life working hard to forge a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation." , It is really a great joy in my life!"

"Besides, being able to forge weapons for a hero like you, I will have no regrets in this life!"

Zhu Kangsheng came to the stone platform beside him, picked up the wine jug on it, raised his head and took a big gulp, then handed it to Han Zhao.

Han Zhao took the jug, and the strong wine poured into his throat, as if a raging fire was burning in his stomach.

Zhu Kangsheng laughed loudly, looking at the coiled fire snake in the sword casting pool, his eyes suddenly lit up: "The time has come!"

After finishing speaking, he picked up the flagon and walked up the steps of the Sword Forging Pond. His steps were steady without the slightest hesitation.

"Brother Zhu!" Han Zhao suddenly called out.

Zhu Kangsheng paused and looked back at him.

"Give the new knife a name?" Han Zhao didn't say anything to hold back, because that would disrespect a blacksmith's final will.

"Killing is to protect life, killing karma is not killing people." Zhu Kangsheng drank the wine in the pot and strode up to the edge of the sword casting pool. As his body climbed.

"Xu Haojie with the sword, repay your confidant with your heart! Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Zhu Kangsheng laughed loudly, opened his hands, and jumped into the sword casting pool head-on as if embracing him.

boom--!

The flames engulfed his body in an instant, and the raging fire snake leaped more than three feet high, as if it was about to blow over the roof.

Seeing this, Han Zhao lightly tapped the ground with his legs in the wind, nourished his true energy to protect his body, and leaped to the top of the sword casting pool. The short knife cut his wrist, and blood gushed out, falling from the front and dripping into the pool on the sword.

Whoops!

Like drops of water dripping into a hot oil pan, the swords in the sword casting pool reacted violently in an instant.

The flames quickly began to converge, and the originally pitch-black sword also changed accordingly.

The body of the sword turns from black to white, like silver frost;

The blade turned from black to red, just like the setting sun.

A feeling of blood connection came from the sword body and the blade.

In an instant, the flames in the sword casting pool disappeared completely, and the high temperature that seemed to be able to melt people just now was gone at this moment.

Han Zhao landed on the edge of the Sword Forging Pool, controlled his wrist muscles to squeeze and contract to stop the bleeding, and at the same time grasped with both hands, and took a shot of his health-preserving qi, and absorbed the sword into his palm through the zhenqi.

The body of the sword and the blade are icy and cold, and they don't look like they were when they were just cast.

Han Zhao fixed his eyes on the sword casting pool, and saw that except for the extinguished pitch-black charcoal, there was no Zhu Kangsheng's wreckage left at all. His bones, blood, and energy seemed to be all provided for this peerless sword.

"Killing is to protect life, and cutting karma is not killing people." Looking at the scarlet red long sword in his hand, Zhu Kangsheng's words came to Han Zhao's mind, and he said happily: "In that case, let's call you the 'killing' knife .”

buzz~

As soon as Han Zhao's words fell, the Zhanye Dao was like a psychic, and the entire blade trembled slightly in his hand.

An emotion similar to joy was transmitted from the blade.

"The slashing knife is psychic!"

Buzz buzz!

As if feeling Han Zhao's joy, the Sword of Rebirth in his left hand trembled.

"The Rebirth Sword is also psychic!"

Han Zhao crossed his sword in front of his body, and bowed deeply to Zhujianchi.

"Brother Zhu, go all the way."

PS: The name of the protagonist's first knife, the Psychic Knife, has been decided, and I feel that Zhanye Knife is the most suitable for the occasion. As for the other names, I also like them very much, and I will use them later.