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

"Brother Hong, do we really want to beat you with this mourning stick?"

"Isn't it? If such a heavy thing hits you, wouldn't it make life worse than death?"

"Yeah, the nails on it are so sharp, how can we bear to do it?"

The teenagers seemed a little hesitant and did not dare to take action.

Wei Hong chuckled and explained: "The purpose of skin refining for warriors is to torture themselves in various ways. You can divide into two groups and take turns beating me hard. You don't have to care about my life or death. In short, I will definitely not die."

"Okay, okay!"

The teenagers looked at each other for a few times, and finally gritted their teeth and agreed.

Luan Xiaoqi first tentatively raised the special mourning stick and smashed it down.

He didn't use much force, but the flat side of the mourning stick was covered with black gold black iron nails. These small nails were extremely sharp and easily pierced Wei Hong's iron-hard skin in one go.

"Pfft!"

Blood splatters!

Wei Hong's back instantly turned blood red.

It was clearly visible that there were dense bloody holes on his back.

And he instantly tightened the membrane to stop the bleeding, without letting too much blood flow away.

But this scene also made the teenagers gasp in fear.

"Don't worry, continue!" Wei Hong said seriously: "This kind of wail stick is specially made. No matter how severe the whipping is, it will not hurt my flesh and blood and internal organs. You just have to work hard. I will personally cook and stew meat for you for dinner."

"Okay, Brother Wei, look at me!"

"Brothers, work!"

The teenagers became motivated as soon as they heard this.

They picked up the mourning stick and beat it down.

Beat after beat, blood dripped from Wei Hong's body.

At first, they didn't dare to use force and just tried to beat them, but Wei Hong easily controlled the skin membrane to tighten the wound every time and stopped the bleeding instantly!

They also gradually saw the clues!

Therefore, he no longer held back his hands when he was beaten, and he was beaten harder every time.

The seven people were divided into two groups, one group of four and the other group of three.

After each group beats a hundred times, the players are replaced, and it doesn’t feel particularly hard.

"hiss!"

Wei Hong only felt refreshed and relaxed.

This leather-refining method is not as painful as molten iron, and is hundreds of times more efficient.

By adding more breath time every few dozen times, he can recover from his injuries a thousand times faster.

Outsiders only saw blood splattering all over his body!

Little did he know that his wound would stop bleeding immediately and heal within a breath.

The skin membrane undergoes repeated tossing between damage and healing, and naturally becomes stronger and stronger.

【bite! Leather refining progress +1, the current progress is 27/100 in the late stage of leather refining]

【bite! Leather refining progress +1, the current progress is 28/100 in the late stage of leather refining]

【bite! Leather refining progress +1, the current progress is 29/100 in the late stage of leather refining]

One message after another flashed by.

A trace of excitement flashed across Wei Hong's face.

It turns out that this skin refining method is indeed suitable for him.

In the past, the progress of molten iron leather refining could be increased by up to three or four points in one day.

The progress is now increasing rapidly. I believe that I will be able to reach the completion of skin refining in a few days.

"Huh?"

Luan Xiaoqi quickly discovered something was wrong.

At first, he could easily break the skin if he beat it.

But gradually, Wei Hong's skin seemed to be undergoing transformation.

The force required to hit him again and again was getting bigger and bigger, and his skin also had a counter-shock force, which inadvertently shocked the young people to the point of pain.

"What's going on? I'm so tired!"

"Huhu, why do you get a shock even if you keep beating me?"

"No, let's change quickly, I'm exhausted!"

The teenagers also discovered that something was wrong!

Wei Hong's membrane was getting stronger and stronger, and they had to exert great effort every time they hit it, and the shock would make their hands numb. These sallow-faced and skinny teenagers were finally a little weak.

"Continue!" Luan Xiaoqi gritted her teeth and encouraged: "Each set of 30 blows is replaced. Don't use all your strength. Remember to relax your hands when hitting the wail stick."

After hearing this, the teenagers changed their strategies one after another!

After beating them more times, they gradually got the hang of it.

When the wail stick hits the body, relax your arms and the force of the shock will be reduced a lot. You only need to raise the wail stick again and hit it again.

In this way, the skin refining continues.

More than an hour passed, and the teenagers finally couldn't hold on any longer.

One by one, they collapsed on the ground and gasped for air.

The clothes on his body were already soaked with sweat, and his face turned pale from exhaustion and he could no longer say a word.

However, Wei Hong felt comfortable all over, and his skin membrane also strengthened again and again.

He got up and went to the well to get water to wash away the blood on his body, and then looked at his gains - the leather refining progress was 38/100!

"It has increased the progress by 12 points. If we continue to increase it at this frequency, we will be able to successfully break through to the Skin Refining Realm in less than five days. It is really fast!"

Wei Hong couldn't help but secretly clicked his tongue.

But only he can achieve this kind of speed.

Without a steady supply of vitality, who would dare to refine skin like him?

Seeing the embarrassed teenagers lying on the ground, Wei Hong smiled and said: "You are still too weak. From today on, I will teach you the "Thirteen Stances of the Tiger". After practicing the martial arts, your strength will gradually increase. I won’t be so tired in the future.”

"Okay, thank you Brother Hong!"

"Thank you, Brother Wei!"

The young people's faces were full of excitement and happiness.

As the saying goes, the rich in literature and martial arts are poor, and practicing martial arts is not something that a teenager from the slums can think about.

Whether joining a gang or a martial arts school, it costs a lot. Wei Hong can support them and teach them the Zhuang Gong, which is a great favor to them.

"Come on, I will teach you the first move, the tiger descending the mountain. This move can slightly shake the muscles of the whole body, which is especially effective for the arms and can relieve the soreness of your muscles!"

Wei Hong patiently began to teach the teenagers martial arts.

His Thirteen Tiger Movements had already reached the limit. There are thousands of people in the world who practice this Zhuang Gong, but there are almost no ones who can reach his superb attainments.

The teenagers are also blessed!

With his personal teaching, everyone can learn without taking detours.

"Hu!"

"Hoo!"

The small yard was filled with shouts and shouts soon.

The teenagers endured the fatigue and lay on the ground, gritted their teeth and began to practice the first move.

The sound of breathing continued, like a tiger cub whimpering.

Gradually!

The children who were playing in the yard also gathered.

They watched this scene in a daze, and even imitated it.

"Brother Wei, can we practice?"

Several girls who went out to buy vegetables, and several boys who had broken their hands, just came back and saw the scene of everyone practicing martial arts, and a trace of envy appeared on their faces.

"Of course!" Wei Hong said seriously: "You can all practice martial arts in the future. No matter whether you are a man or a woman, as long as you are willing to work hard, you will have the opportunity to succeed."

"But we!"

A boy with a broken hand raised his broken limb awkwardly, and a trace of loneliness flashed across his face.

"It doesn't matter!" Wei Hong comforted: "Zhan Gong not only has prone postures, but also standing postures. As long as you want to learn, I can teach you."

"We want to learn!"

"Please teach us, Brother Wei."

The boys and girls were moved to tears.