Immortality: Starting as a Butcher to Level Up in Cultivation!

Second sparring session

Lu Ming decisively seized the opportunity and rushed over.

A heavy punch went straight to the middle. Taking advantage of Wei Hong's opportunity to dodge, his left hand struck down the middle like lightning.

"Awesome, a punch with a monkey stealing peaches?"

Everyone screamed in surprise, but Wei Hong didn't panic at all.

Instead of retreating, he dodged and leaned over.

The huge body is extremely oppressive, and if it hits it, it will cause people to vomit blood and be seriously injured.

As expected, Lu Ming was so frightened that he changed his moves continuously, and Wei Hong took advantage of the situation and turned around with another move to elbow and switch from defense to offense to seize the opportunity.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two of them were fighting wildly back and forth.

Between the collision of fists and feet, attacks that cannot be avoided often have to be endured through gritted teeth.

After a while, both of them received many heavy blows.

At first, Lu Ming gritted his teeth and fought against Wei Hong!

But gradually he discovered something was wrong.

The pain after being beaten was unbearable. Not only were his movements easily deformed, but his energy consumption was also exaggerated. After a while, he was sweating profusely and exhausted.

But Wei Hong became more and more courageous as he fought.

My own fists and kicks hitting him were of no use, he was like a ferocious beast that knew no pain or tiredness, and the fight only made people despair.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Before the time was up, Lu Ming had already jumped out of the battle circle.

"I lost. You kid is definitely a freak."

Lu Ming smiled helplessly and chose to admit defeat.

"Concession!"

Wei Hong clasped his fists humbly.

A long breath of waste breath came out of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, his originally closed pores suddenly opened their mouths, and a large amount of sweat spurted out, turning into bursts of white mist and spreading around, and the billowing energy and blood in his body gradually calmed down a little.

"What a boy!" Instructor Luo couldn't help but praise: "Your control over Qi and blood is so amazing, but you have clearly just started refining your skin, and you have fought two fierce battles in a row and your strength is still strong. What's going on?"

"I'm born with supernatural powers, rough skin and thick flesh." Wei Hong said casually.

But this excuse convinced everyone around him.

Because apart from his special physique, there is really no explanation why he is so fierce!

Ordinary people will be exhausted after just one cup of tea.

Wei Hong fought twice in a row but was still full of energy. What is this kind of person if he doesn't have a special physique?

"Haha!" A cold-faced girl wearing a red outfit and holding a riding crop said: "I was lucky enough to meet an interesting guy today. I see you have plenty of strength. You should be able to continue sparring, right?"

"Of course!" Wei Hong narrowed his eyes and politely raised his hands: "Does this girl want to practice boxing or swordsmanship?"

"Whip it!" the cold-faced girl raised her eyebrows and said, "I have been practicing "Qingyun Thirteen Whips" since I was a child. Now I have the strength in the late stage of skin refining, with a strength of 760 kilograms in one arm. But seeing that you have just refined skin, I am too lazy to strengthen it. Bullying, let’s do this! How about I fight with you with half my strength?”

"There is nothing wrong with it."

Wei Hong agreed casually.

Whips are considered weapons, but the price will increase if you use the weapon.

If the price of a cup of tea doubles, how can he not agree to the profit of two hundred coppers?

"good!"

The cold-faced girl whipped her whip.

The long whip in her hand was about three feet long, and she didn't know what kind of material it was made of. The whip was flexible and ferocious, as if it could crack even rocks.

Wei Hong had never fought against such an enemy.

He dodged and jumped with ape steps to dodge.

The opponent's long whip seemed to have eyes.

The constant beatings came from all directions, forcing him to be in a state of panic for a while.

Wei Hong even tried to fight in close combat several times but was unable to do so.

The cold-faced woman's whip technique was obviously taught by a famous teacher. She had already achieved the ability to control it freely and easily intercepted and blocked his close moves.

An accidental whip hit him hard on the shoulder!

There was a "pop" sound, and the fabric of the clothes shattered. Wei Hong's shoulder felt as if he had been hit hard by an iron rod. His shoulder blade was almost shattered, and his shoulder was even more torn apart.

"hiss!"

Everyone gasped.

Wei Hong turned a blind eye to this. He found that there was a huge difference in strength between himself and the cold-faced woman, as well as a huge difference in actual combat experience, so he simply changed his tactics and wandered around.

While using ape steps and crane steps, he moved delicately to avoid attacks!

While looking for opportunities, he resisted the whip and charged forward.

Several times he almost rushed to the cold-faced woman, forcing her to step back.

Invisibly, her whipping skills also improved a lot.

The time for a cup of tea flies by in a blink of an eye.

After a battle, the cold-faced woman was also tired and panting. Although Wei Hong had more than a dozen blood marks on his body, he was still energetic and refreshed. This difference made people stunned.

"Okay, okay!" The cold-faced woman was not only not annoyed when she saw this, but also showed a rare smile: "You are really a weirdo. I just had a great time practicing. Xiaocui is watching!"

"Yes, miss!"

A maid hurriedly came from under the eaves.

She casually took out a piece of silver from her purse and threw it into Wei Hong's hand. It was roughly estimated that it was half a tael.

"Take it!" the maid said proudly: "My young lady is practicing happily. I will reward you with a few silver taels, and it will also be considered as compensation for ruining your clothes."

"Thank you!"

Wei Hong didn't feel humiliated.

He calmly accepted the silver coins, which inevitably made everyone look up to him.

Such a person who is neither humble nor overbearing, although he is born in a humble family, is not necessarily unable to make the leap to the dragon gate.

This demeanor is not inferior to many children of aristocratic families.

"Boy, do you still have strength? How about trying my Eight-Armed Divine Fist?"

"Go, go, go, go, who will get your turn? I'll go first!"

"Hehe, I'll go first, all of you go to the back!"

The young men and women in gorgeous clothes were delighted to see the prey.

Each of them wanted to practice with Wei Hong, and they obviously saw that he was different from ordinary sparring partners.

After all, Lu Ming and the cold-faced woman benefited a lot.

For people like them!

A little money can make them improve, which is definitely a very cost-effective thing.

"Everyone!" Wei Hong took a deep breath, his eyes sparkling as he said, "I have a special physique and plenty of strength. I am not afraid of fighting ten more times, so you don't have to fight for it. Those who are interested in sparring can just wait patiently."

"Ten times? My God, how dare he?"

"Fuck, what kind of physique is this? Does he have endless strength?"

"This man seems to be a butcher, so it's normal for him to be stronger."

"Damn, is this man a freak? In this case, do we still have a way to survive?"

Everyone present was shocked.

The children of the rich and powerful were naturally happy.

It is good for them to have such a high-quality sparring partner in the martial arts hall.

The civilian disciples looked miserable!

After all, if Wei Hong is so aggressive in stealing business, what will they earn in the future?