Jidao Wusheng: I am invincible in my flesh and tear the weirdness apart with my bare hands

Chapter 44: The Disciple! Blood Claw Hand
"Disciple Zhang Lingshan greets the master."

When Zhang Lingshan entered the room to greet everyone, he saw several people already standing in the room, and Hong Zhengdao was half lying on the bed, looking sick.

I saw that his entire right arm and right shoulder were wrapped in white cloth. If you look closely, you can even see blood oozing out.

"Xiaoshan is here. Why are you still carrying things? Haha, find a place to sit down and wait for others to arrive."

Hong Zhengdao smiled slightly, but his voice was not as loud as before.

"Yes."

Zhang Lingshan immediately stood aside.

It is impossible for him to sit down because he dares not sit down when no one else is sitting down.

As he stood there, he secretly looked at everyone.

At this time, there were four other people in the room besides Hong Zhengdao and him.

The person sitting by the bed and serving Hong Zhengdao was a tall woman with a broad back. She was always facing Hong Zhengdao. Zhang Lingshan didn't see what she looked like, he could only see that her hair was tied in a high ponytail.

However, among the six disciples who entered the Hong family martial arts school, there was only one female, Hong Zhengdao’s daughter Hong Wenjuan. She must be this person.

The remaining three people were a literary young man, a dark-skinned man who looked like a farmer, and the one closer to Zhang Lingshan was a man with a kind face who seemed to be middle-aged.

He noticed that Zhang Lingshan was observing him and gave him a kind smile.

Zhang Lingshan also responded politely.

At this time, two people rushed into the room, and one of them knelt down and cried, "Master! You are finally willing to see us. You don't know how worried we are after not seeing you for these days."

The other person was not so exaggerated, but he also knelt down quickly and echoed: "Yes."

Zhang Lingshan took a closer look.

The one who was crying was Pan Mingzhong, his shoulders heaving, and he was particularly excited.

The other fat man is naturally Zhu Wei.

"Get up, everyone. I'm not dead yet. Why are you crying?" Hong Zhengdao pretended to be angry.

"Yes, Master. I was wrong."

Pan Mingzhong quickly stopped talking, stood up with Zhu Wei, and then stood next to Zhang Lingshan.

Only then did he notice that Zhang Lingshan was also here. Surprise and confusion appeared in his eyes. He looked at Zhu Wei with an inexplicable feeling.

"Master, I am late."

Someone suddenly spoke loudly outside the door.

Hong Zhengdao immediately showed a happy look on his face and said, "Qing'er is here, come in quickly."

"Yes."

A man with a majestic figure and handsome appearance strode in.

It was Zhao Qing, the eldest disciple of Hong’s Martial Arts School!
During Hong Zhengdao's absence, it was this person who was in charge of maintaining everything at the Hong's Martial Arts School.

It is said that his parents died early, and he has been following Hong Zhengdao since he learned martial arts. They are like father and son, so it is not an exaggeration to call him the young master of Hong's martial arts school.

He didn't come alone at this time.

A closer look revealed that there was a pockmarked young man who was a head shorter than him following behind him. As soon as he entered the door, he bowed and said, "Disciple Tian Fei, greetings to the master."

"Uh-huh."

Hong Zhengdao nodded and said, "Qing'er, come and sit over here. Everyone sit down and don't stand.

"I asked you to come here today because I want to ask your opinions on something.

"First of all, Qing'er, you are not young anymore, it's time for you to get married.

"I said before that I would arrange the wedding for you and Xiaojuan when I come back. I think we can put it on the agenda now."

Hong Zhengdao said with a smile.

"father!"

Hong Wenjuan lowered her head shyly in front of the bed.

But Zhao Qing suddenly stood up and said in a deep voice: "Master, now is not the right time to talk about this. You are injured and need everyone's care. How can you have the energy to arrange a wedding? I think it is right for you to focus on healing your injuries now, and don't mention the marriage anymore!"

"What did you say!?"

Hong Zhengdao's face changed. He didn't expect Zhao Qing to dare to speak to him like that. He immediately became furious and his aura exploded.

In an instant, the temperature in the entire room rose by several degrees and the air pressure dropped to its lowest point. Everyone looked at this scene in amazement, holding their breath and not daring to say a word.

The eldest senior brother actually openly disobeyed the master. What did he want to do?
Zhao Qing looked calm, not avoiding Hong Zhengdao's gaze, looking straight at him, and said calmly: "Master, I came here today, thinking you would say something useful, but I didn't expect you to say this nonsense? I am so disappointed!
"You are a good person in every way, except that you are too arbitrary and do things without caring whether others can tolerate it or not.

"In my heart, Juanmei has always been my sister. I have never thought of marrying her, and I have never promised you anything, so how can there be a marriage?

“I advise you to take good care of your injuries now and not get angry over meaningless things, lest you lose your vitality and make your injuries worse.

“That’s all I have to say, I hope you take care of yourself.

"I have things to do, so I won't stay here to listen to you talking. Tian Fei, let's go!"

After Zhao Qing finished speaking, he never looked at Hong Wenjuan from beginning to end. He flicked his sleeves and strode away.

Tian Fei immediately followed behind.

In the blink of an eye, the two disappeared from everyone's sight without a sound.

"puff!"

Hong Zhengdao spat out a mouthful of blood and cursed: "Beast, beast! I knew he had wolfish ambitions, I saw it a long time ago, what an ungrateful bastard, I raised him for nothing. As soon as I got hurt, he abandoned me, what an ungrateful bastard!"

"Dad, Brother Qing..."

"Shut up!"

Hong Zhengdao interrupted her harshly: "I'm doing this for you, and you're still speaking for him?
"If he didn't find a way out, would he dare to go against me like this?
"Why did he disappear without a trace these past two days? It seems he had already found a way out!"

After that, he looked at Hong Wenjuan with a look of disappointment: "I told you to take the initiative and have a baby so that everything will be perfect. But you didn't listen and insisted on waiting for others to take the initiative. Now look what happened, she's gone! You've raised her for so long, and she doesn't want you anymore."

"Wow!"

Hong Wenjuan felt extremely humiliated. She burst into tears and ran out, covering her face.

Zhang Lingshan only felt a flash before his eyes, and the dark-skinned man beside him also ran out and shouted, "Senior Sister!"

"Uh……"

Zhang Lingshan was quite speechless.

What is all this?

Aren't people of the underworld supposed to be able to avenge their enemies and repay their debts? Why are they involved in all this love stuff, and a love triangle at that? It really leaves me speechless.

"Run, run, everyone, run if you want."

Hong Zhengdao let out a long sigh, his face looking tired, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

Zhu Wei kept his head down and said nothing, and left the place quickly, as if he was afraid that it would be too late if he didn't leave.

But Pan Mingzhong did not leave.

Zhang Lingshan was secretly surprised. Isn't it said that most chivalrous people are butchers? How come Zhu Wei, the fat butcher, broke his stereotype?

He originally thought that Pan Mingzhong, this experienced and slick guy, should find another way out.

The reality is completely the opposite.

It’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance.

"If you don't leave, then I will tell you the second thing."

Hong Zhengdao looked at Zhang Lingshan and Pan Mingzhong and said, "Although you two haven't broken through the flesh refining stage yet, with your talents, it's only a matter of time before you do. I'd like to accept you as my disciples in advance today. Are you willing?"

"Disciple is willing!" Pan Mingzhong bowed down and said excitedly, "Disciple has waited for this day for too long."

Zhang Lingshan said: "Disciple is willing too."

Hong Zhengdao finally showed a smile on his face: "Okay, okay, it seems that not all of my disciples are like Zhao Qing. Xu Liang."

"The disciple is here!"

The literary young man stepped forward immediately.

Hong Zhengdao said: "Zhao Qing ran away, Xiao Juan is not here either, you are now the eldest senior brother, please test their current progress on my behalf. If possible, just pass on the skills on my behalf."

"Yes!"

Xu Liang solemnly responded, and then said to Zhang Lingshan and Pan Mingzhong: "Two junior brothers, come out and practice with me."

The two hurriedly followed him out. "I'll go first."

Pan Mingzhong excitedly stepped forward and made a gesture: "Junior brother Pan Mingzhong, please teach me."

"Hit me with all your strength."

Xu Liang stepped back with his left foot, lifted up the hem of his clothes with his left hand, put his right foot and right hand in front, and said lightly.

"Okay! Then I won't be polite, Junior Brother!"

Pan Mingzhong immediately rushed forward and smashed his fist into Xu Liang's chest like a cannon hammer.

He was indignant at Xu Liang's arrogance, as he dared to use one hand and one foot to deal with him. He vowed to teach him a lesson so that Master Hong would know that he, Pan Mingzhong, was also a good talent.

boom!
There was a dull thud, and Xu Liang received Pan Mingzhong's punch with his palm. Then he used his hand like a big cattail leaf fan to fan away Pan Mingzhong's violent fist.

A magical scene appeared.

It was clearly Pan Mingzhong who was the main attacker, while Xu Liang did not move at all.

But at this moment, Pan Mingzhong seemed to be trapped by Xu Liang's palm technique. No matter how he moved, he could not move away from Xu Liang. All his movements were under Xu Liang's control.

Pan Mingzhong became more and more depressed as the fight went on. Finally, he let out a loud roar, and blood spread to the back of his fist. He then used his powerful force to hit Xu Liang hard.

He just didn't believe that even if he exerted all his strength he wouldn't be able to push Xu Liang back half a step?

Swish!
But Xu Liang suddenly changed his tactics. His five fingers gathered together like a bird's beak, and two lightning-fast strikes came down, hitting Pan Mingzhong's wrists.

"what!"

Pan Mingzhong screamed and felt a burning pain in his hands. The blood immediately returned, and two red spots were left on his wrists, which hurt when touched.

He stood there blankly, not understanding what was happening.

"It's called the Blood Claw Hand."

Xu Liang explained: "The grappling method after our Red Line Fist, the claws can point and grab, the hands can hold. You have practiced the Red Line Fist quite well, and the power has reached the back of the hand and the root of the finger. You have passed the test, and I will teach you the Blood Claw Hand later."

Pan Mingzhong was immediately awakened from his previous dejection when he heard this, and shouted happily: "Thank you, Senior Brother!"

"Well, please step aside. I will test Junior Brother Shan next. Junior Brother Shan, please."

Xu Liang continued to stand where he was and made a gesture of invitation.

Zhang Lingshan bowed and said, "Zhang Lingshan, please teach me, Senior Brother."

Swish!
He pounced forward like a tiger, and like Pan Mingzhong, he fought Xu Liang for more than a dozen rounds. Then he let out a wild roar, which also stimulated the blood line on the back of his fist.

"This boy!"

Pan Mingzhong was shocked.

He originally thought that Master Hong called Zhang Lingshan because he saw Zhang Lingshan's future development potential, but he didn't expect that this kid had quietly trained to the level of bronze skin.

Although his blood line was not as bright as his own, it was obvious that it was forcibly stimulated to reach the back of his hand.

But it has only been a short time since he successfully smoothed his skin, and he has already reached this level.

How did this guy train? It's incredible!

Pan Mingzhong didn't know that Zhang Lingshan had not actually broken through to the bronze skin level, and his Red Line Fist had not yet reached its peak.

The reason why the blood line could be stimulated to the back of the hand was simply because the flesh was forcibly refined by the Mountain-Splitting Axe Technique.

In fact, after dozens of rounds of sparring with Xu Liang, Zhang Lingshan has already figured out Xu Liang's strength. He believes that if he bursts out with all his strength, he is absolutely confident that he can repel Xu Liang.

But there is no need to do this.

Since Pan Mingzhong had shown enough strength to learn the Blood Claw Hand, all he had to do was to be on par with Pan Mingzhong and there was no need to reveal too much.

It is safest to keep something in reserve.

But even so, everyone looked at him as if he were a ghost and were frightened by this junior brother whose talent was far ahead of theirs.

It hasn't been long since he transformed from a martial arts newcomer into a bronze-skinned warrior.

"Junior Brother Shan, you..."

Xu Liang was stunned for a long time before he said, "You have passed the test, so you can directly learn the Blood Claw Hand. Let me show you how to practice the Blood Claw Hand first, and you should memorize it well."

"Yes!"

Zhang Lingshan was delighted.

I was just thinking about practicing a grappling technique not long ago, and then the Blood Claw Hand came along. It is also paired with the Red Line Fist, and is its subsequent technique.

Blood Claw Hand, as the name suggests, is to practice the red line of the Red Line Fist to the fingertips, and then all the claws are bloody claws.

The advantage of the Red Line Fist itself is that it is extremely powerful, the power comes from the fist, and the attack power is strong.

The Blood Claw Hand now exerts its strength on its fingertips. If it grabs the enemy's joints, kidneys, throat and other parts, how terrifying will the lethality be?
You have to know what Xu Liang did just now. Even though he knew the opponent's tactics and was fully focused on defending himself, he still couldn't avoid it.

It can be seen how fast the Blood Claw Hand can be after it is mastered.

The Red Line Fist is fierce and it’s all about strength.

The Blood Claws are fast, but their skills are what count.

When the two are combined, with both strength and skills, the combat effectiveness is bound to soar. No wonder Hong Zhengdao is famous in the outer city, this is his signature!

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!
“I already have the strength, so I only practice speed with the Blood Claw Hand, using speed to defeat slowness, using strength to defeat weakness, and specifically targeting the enemy’s weak defenses.

“It’s the same with the playing style and the training style.

“Remember, look for the thin spots in the air.

“Wherever your hand passes, there will be wind, and wherever the wind passes, there will be differences in the strength of the air.

“When the wind is strong, the resistance is strong, and the hand moves slowly; when the wind is weak, the resistance is small, and the hand moves quickly.

"When you can find the weak spots in the air every time, your Blood Claw Hand will be truly mastered."

Xu Liang taught seriously and gave earnest advice.

Zhang Lingshan said, "Yes, Junior Brother, I've made a note of it."

"Well, both of you have good memories and are familiar with the routines. As long as you practice more every day, it will be a matter of time before you can master it. If you still don't understand something, you can come to me. I will stay in the martial arts hall from now on."

"Junior brother knows."

Zhang Lingshan and Pan Mingzhong said in unison.

At this time, it was already late in the evening. It turned out that I had been practicing for so long without realizing it.

"Let's have dinner together."

Hong Zhengdao said in the house.

All the disciples should agree.

At the banquet, Zhang Lingshan learned that the dark-skinned man who had run out to chase Hong Wenjuan was his fourth senior brother Wu Yuanqing.

The kind middle-aged man who smiled at him in the room before was his fifth senior brother Xiao Ming.

Tian Fei, who has been following behind Zhao Qing, is the sixth senior brother.

But now that Zhao Qing and Tian Fei have abandoned Hong's Martial Arts School, the seating arrangement has to be rearranged.

Zhang Lingshan calculated that he should now be the sixth senior brother, commonly known as the Sixth Brother, and the last disciple to be admitted.

After dinner, Hong Zhengdao felt a little tired, so he asked everyone to go home and rest.

However, before going home, he asked Xu Liang to announce the fact that he had accepted two new disciples so that everyone would know.

First of all, it rectified the status of Zhang Lingshan and Pan Mingzhong.

Secondly, once outsiders knew that the two of them were disciples, they would no longer try to win them over.

Even if there are people who don't know the rules and try to win them over, the two of them still have to consider their reputation.

In the underworld, a person’s reputation is like the shadow of a tree, which always follows him and cannot be escaped.

If your reputation gets ruined and people look down on you, your future life will be difficult.

Not everyone is like Zhao Qing.

The reason Zhao Qing had the confidence to leave was because he had reached the peak of Flesh Refining and was just one step away from Muscle Changing.

Moreover, he had already paved the way for his future, otherwise he would not have done this to Hong Zhengdao today.

"It's getting late. You don't have to accompany me. Xiaoshan, stay for a while."

Hong Zhengdao said to his disciples.

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