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

"Brother Wei, you? What's wrong with you?"

Under the night sky

Wei Hong put on a green robe and walked out of the training room.

Qiu Ju and the others who were staying up late in the pavilion stopped drinking tea and chatting in shock.

They all stared at him in astonishment.

During dinner, Wei Hong was still a young man with rough skin.

At this moment, his skin was white and tender, and his aura was outstanding like a banished immortal.

A half-new and half-old robe was draped over his body, and he looked like a prince.

For a moment!

Chun Lan and Qiu Ju were stunned.

Old Wei and Grandma Wang also looked as if they had seen a ghost.

"Don't be surprised, he just broke through and changed a layer of new skin." Wei Hong explained casually: "Skin Refining Realm warriors will always shed their skin every time they break through a small realm. The new skin is whiter and tenderer, and it will return to normal after a while."

"So that's it!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard it.

Old Wei couldn't help but mutter: "I thought you were possessed by a ghost."

"Don't talk nonsense." Grandma Wang laughed dumbly and said: "It's a good thing that Hong'er's strength has become stronger."

"Yes, if Brother Wei's strength breaks through, won't we be much safer?"

"That's great!"

The solemn atmosphere suddenly became much more relaxed.

Wei Hong smiled and didn't refute this statement.

In fact, after his breakthrough, he was indeed more confident against Zheng Fusheng.

After all, Zheng Fusheng's arm strength was only 1200 pounds at most.

Although Wei Hong was still 300 pounds short of his arm strength.

But his perfect level of Five Beast Fist is comparable to that of a boxing master, and with the combination of defense-breaking weapons, it is not impossible for the weak to defeat the strong.

Before the breakthrough, he would most likely lose to Zheng Fusheng!

Now he has a chance of winning against Zheng Fusheng in a head-on confrontation.

Moreover, with every day that passes, he can become more powerful with the vitality he plundered. What is a small perfect warrior in the skin refining realm?

Thinking this through, Wei Hong naturally felt better.

He took the time to test the membrane defense after the breakthrough.

A kitchen knife chopped fiercely on his arm, and with a ding sound, it was like chopping on a piece of iron. Not only was it bounced off on the spot, but there was not even a trace of wound.

"Ding!"

Wei Hong increased his strength and chopped again.

Everyone gasped in shock, and then saw a faint blood mark on his white arm, and the wound quickly stopped bleeding and scabbed!

This kind of defense is simply inhuman!

"The hardness and thickness of the membrane have made a qualitative leap, at least seven or eight times stronger than before, and now it has reached the level of ordinary leather."

"In addition, there is a stream of blood flowing slowly under the membrane. Once attacked, it will automatically engorged and rebound. It's amazing!"

Wei Hong closed his eyes and silently felt the changes after the breakthrough, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a little arc.

He found that his changes were not only that, his strength, speed, physique, and even the speed of blood mobilization had changed drastically.

Compared to before the breakthrough, he is much stronger!

And Wei Hong has only been refining his skin for more than half a month. If this terrifying progress is told to others, it will probably make people dumbfounded.

"Grandpa!" Wei Hong gathered his clothes and said casually: "Let's stay up tonight. I still have to go to the butcher shop to work."

"So early?" Old Wei said distressedly: "You have been practicing martial arts and haven't slept for a while. How can your body bear it?"

"It's okay." Wei Hong smiled indifferently: "Warriors are energetic and vigorous. They won't feel tired even if they don't sleep for three days and three nights. They only need to sleep for one or two hours a day. Now it's the New Year. I don't know how many pigs will be slaughtered in the butcher shop. How can I not go early?"

"Okay, you pay attention!" Old Wei advised.

"Yeah!"

Wei Hong nodded and turned to go out.

During the Chinese New Year, the workload of slaughtering pigs and sheep in the butcher shop is very heavy. One day is equivalent to three days of normal work. How could he miss such a good opportunity to make a living?

Now every household is staying up all night!

The whole city of gods has almost turned into a city that never sleeps.

Not only are there gorgeous fireworks set off by the rich and powerful above, but there are also countless big red lanterns on the streets and alleys. Occasionally, drunk pedestrians can be seen on the streets. The atmosphere of the New Year is full of noise.

Wei Hong is like a lonely traveler going against the current.

He is out of tune with this prosperous place. His eyes are calm. He just walks silently on the street. Even walking and breathing, he does not forget to integrate his "Thirteen Tiger Movements" standing practice, and keeps adjusting his qi and blood.

However, he couldn't help but stop when he reached a street corner.

Under the night, a tall and thin figure was squatting on the street burning paper money.

In front of him were several bowls of white rice, three kinds of meat and fruit, two candles, a handful of burning incense, and a lot of paper money flying in the wind. It was obvious that he was offering sacrifices to someone.

On such a harmonious day, this man seemed a little abrupt.

However, he was followed by two tall and strong men wearing the robes of the Blood Crow Gang, so no one dared to say anything. Passersby just cursed and walked away.

"Zheng Fusheng?"

Wei Hong narrowed his eyes and just met his eyes!

This man was indeed Zheng Fusheng. He was unfamiliar with this place, and he was even more depressed during the New Year. He simply came to the corner of the slum to offer sacrifices to his dead brother.

As a result, he ran into Wei Hong who was working at night!

If it were an ordinary passerby, he might not say much.

But Wei Hong is not an ordinary passerby. He walks with a steady breath and brisk steps. His eyes seem to be scanning the surroundings, which is quite intimidating.

In addition, he has just broken through the white and tender skin!

The whole body reveals the temperament of a noble man, and people dare not underestimate him at first sight.

"Who are you?"

Zheng Fusheng asked subconsciously.

"A passerby." Wei Hong raised his eyebrows and answered indifferently: "Why? You have to be questioned even if you pass by in the middle of the night? When did your Blood Crow Gang take the job of patrolling the city?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Damn it, you want to die, right?"

The two strong men were so angry that they scolded him.

Zheng Fusheng looked at him solemnly for a few times, but finally said with a fake smile: "Sorry, my subordinates are ignorant, please do as you please!"

Wei Hong didn't say anything more and walked straight to them.

After he walked away, Zheng Fusheng couldn't help asking, "This kid feels a bit strange, do you know his background?"

"He should be Wei Hong, the butcher of Zhuji Meat Shop under the Zhongyi Hall of the Tiger Head Gang." A strong man sneered and said, "I haven't seen this kid for more than half a year, and his appearance and demeanor have changed a lot. If I hadn't been hanging out on the streets for many years, I wouldn't have recognized him."

"Oh?"

Zheng Fusheng forced himself to suppress the inexplicable throbbing in his heart, and finally chose not to speak.

He was just a passerby who met in the middle of the night, and he was a member of the Tiger Head Gang. It was normal for him to be a little bit decent.

This is the capital of the gods. Any passerby can be related to the powerful and have complicated relationships. How dare Zheng Fusheng, a rough man from the countryside, act wild?