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

Just half a day

Wei Hong is completely famous in this Iron Fist martial arts gym.

From the selfless instructor to the young and young girls who have just become apprentices, everyone heard that there was a freak in their martial arts school.

The martial arts training ground was already surrounded by people.

Everyone saw with their own eyes Wei Hong fighting against the powerful disciples.

Whether it was swords, guns, sticks, fists and kicks, no matter how hard he was hit, he was like an invincible little strongman, fighting every move he saw again and again.

Those who fought against it all cried out in joy!

Unknowingly, everyone has learned something!

But Wei Hong obviously gained the most. Although he was beaten with a bruised nose, swollen face and injuries all over his body, he looked extremely miserable.

But his eyes gradually became sharper, and his Five Beast Fist became more and more amazing!

Not only did the proficiency of the boxing skills skyrocket by dozens of points, but even the skin refining progress also increased a bit. It can be seen that the skin membrane has also become stronger in the case of high-intensity battles and constant injuries.

In short, under the constant nourishment of vitality!

Wei Hong is like a tireless machine, constantly gaining various indescribable benefits. As for the benefits from sparring, they are only the most insignificant gains.

"Isn't this kid too exaggerated? When an ordinary person fights with all his strength, his strength will be exhausted in just one cup of tea. How come he doesn't seem to be afraid of getting tired?"

"This guy is a pig butcher, so it's normal for him to be stronger, but isn't his endurance too strong?"

"Damn it, this is the thirteenth time, right? If this continues, how can we still hang out?"

"Brother Zeng, you can't ignore this matter. If this kid comes here every day, we'll probably starve to death."

In the crowd, several young men wearing martial arts uniforms were discussing unhappily.

They all looked at a young man with thick eyebrows.

"What are you looking at me for?" The young man with thick eyebrows snorted coldly: "This kid looks like a madman at first glance. He will die suddenly within three to five days with such a desperate strategy. If he wants to make money, let him make it. I want to see it. How long can he last?"

"Too!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this.

At first glance, Wei Hong looked really miserable.

The injuries all over his body were so horrific that they felt pain just looking at him, and suddenly they weren't so jealous of him.

This is what I deserve. If you are not convinced, go ahead!

These powerful men beat people without mercy.

Didn't you see that he had stab wounds and whip wounds?

It would be strange if anyone else would still be alive.

"This kid is a bit evil, don't mess with him." The young man with thick eyebrows said seriously: "He fought 13 times and received a total of 97 punches, 67 kicks, 57 whip wounds, and 19 knife wounds, and many of the injuries were He bumped into it on purpose. He worked too hard to make money, right? "

"so much?"

"What a lunatic, boy!"

"You can't afford to offend him. This kind of person is definitely ruthless."

Everyone was frightened again, with a hint of awe in their eyes.

At this time, the battle in the field was also coming to an end. Wei Hong once again blocked the violent attack of a warrior in the middle stage of the Skin Refining Realm. Both sides gained a lot.

"That's it for today!" Wei Hong pretended to be tired and cupped his hands: "Wei is not strong enough. I will come back to practice tomorrow. I hope you can forgive me!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, thirteen times, that's awesome!"

"I thought this kid wouldn't be tired. What a weirdo!"

"Although his strength is a bit lacking, he really can withstand beatings. No matter how hard he is beaten, he will be fine. He is just like a bull."

Everyone dispersed while talking.

There are also people who can't help but want to approach and solicit.

However, they were all dealt with by Wei Hong. He was content to be a pig butcher and working as a sparring partner to make money was just a side job, and he had no intention of joining any powerful sect.

"Boy, that's good!"

Coach Luo came over and patted his shoulder deliberately, causing Wei Hong to grin in pain.

"What? You still know it hurts?" Coach Luo said angrily: "Young man, you probably want to die in our martial arts gym, right? I've only seen such a ruthless sparring partner in my life. Aren't you afraid of dying suddenly due to accumulated hidden injuries?"

"No!" Wei Hong grinned: "The head of the labor camp is worried."

"I'm not worried about you." Coach Luo curled his lips and sighed: "But you can't play like this no matter how short of money you are. Young and strong can withstand hidden injuries, but when you get older, your lifespan will be shortened. Don’t disobey me.”

"Well, I have my own sense of discretion!" Wei Hong was perfunctory again.

Coach Luo glared and snorted: "You don't listen to me, don't you? Well, I'll just tell you the truth. From now on, you can only come here and play five games a day."

"Why?"

"Because other people have to earn too!" Instructor Luo said helplessly: "There are many civilians in our hall who rely on training as a partner to earn training resources. You can't let them starve to death, right?"

"I see!"

Wei Hong nodded in understanding.

Playing more than a dozen games a day by yourself is indeed a bit excessive.

This will probably destroy a lot of people's jobs.

If the limit is limited to five games a day, it will be reasonable for him and others. After all, he only has half a day to spare every day, and most of the rest of the time he has to kill pigs in the butcher shop.

"Let's do this!" Coach Luo said with a slight embarrassment: "If you feel that this will block your way of making money, I can make the decision to increase your sparring price to two hundred cents per game."

"No need!" Wei Hong waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "No need to be special, I will pay whatever others pay."

"You are quite interesting." Luo Jiaotou laughed.

Wei Hong secretly calculated in his heart.

The minimum income for five games a day is 500 coins, and the maximum income is one tael of silver.

At the same time, most of the sponsors will give rewards when they are in a good mood, ranging from 50 to 100 coins, and as many as two or three hundred coins. In this way, his daily income is still good.

For example, he played 13 games today, and the first game with Lu Ming was free!

Among the other 12 games, 7 games were boxing and kicking, and the remaining 5 games were sword fighting.

The basic fee for the two added up is as high as 1 tael and 7 coins. In addition, including the rewards, he now has 3 taels and 2 coins in his pocket.

"So much?"

Wei Hong didn't know until he calculated it. He was shocked.

He actually earned one or two months' wages for ordinary people in half a day.

No wonder people are so keen on practicing martial arts. Money is probably something that can be easily obtained by the strong.

However, if Wei Hong did not have the golden finger, he would not dare to make money so frantically. If others wanted to copy this success, they would probably end up dying suddenly.

"Master Luo." Wei Hong put away the money bag, smiled and looked up and asked: "Since I just promised you, I wonder if you can help me solve some of my doubts."

"What do you want to ask?"

"Nothing!" Wei Hong asked with a wry smile: "I have just started to refine my skin. I just want to know when I can know whether I have broken through to the middle stage of the skin refining realm?"

"That's not easy." Master Luo replied impatiently: "When you change your skin all over, you will be considered to have broken through to the middle stage!"

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