Wrongly practicing evil skills, imitating the laws of nature

The battle between Xue San and Li Chun had reached the point of deciding life and death.

Both were covered in flowing green blood, their solid muscles tearing apart the few remaining scraps of cloth on their bodies, making them look like two Hulks fighting.

Of course, Li Chun's face was gentler, especially after practicing the Ox-Horse Sinking Blood Method, which added a bit of honest simplicity, while Xue San had a triangular head, resembling a muscular poisonous snake.

He wanted this guy's life!

He hated Li Chun's wicked smile, hated the way he swallowed blood.

In fact, Li Chun was already at the end of his rope.

His blood-nursing effect was extraordinary, but no matter how miraculous the medicine, it had its limits.

Or rather, even the most miraculous medicine needed time to take effect.

But Xue San was like a madman, continuing his offensive like a tide, even when injured.

It was already very difficult for him to hold on until now.

Yes, if he didn't have his own blood-nursing support, he would have been defeated after thirty head-on clashes.

But Li Chun's face didn't show any fatigue, and he even seemed to enjoy it.

Being an ox-horse meant enduring hardship and suffering, and the more hardship and suffering he endured, the more enjoyable it was!

So he continued to smile wickedly, smiling as he faced the enemy!

"Ox-horses bow their heads, invincible in the world!"

At this moment, he burned his life and issued the most intense cry.

It was another extremely fierce collision, the flesh and blood of both sides intertwined, and in the eyes of the onlookers, these two no longer looked like humans, but like two meat grinders, entangled with each other.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, Li Chun let out a scream and flew out like a kite with a broken string.

The difference in strength was natural, and even though he made Xue San pay a painful price, he was still going to lose.

Xue San gasped for breath, covered in green blood, his own and Li Chun's.

He really didn't expect that he would be injured to this extent by Li Chun, and it would be difficult to recover without resting for a few years.

Thinking about it this way, it was really too much of a loss.

"I'll kill you, you pervert!"

Just then, a dark shadow fell from above.

"Brother Chun, I'm here to help you!"

Zhu Xiaoming fell from the sky and slashed at Xue San's neck with a knife.

Xue San was already exhausted after a fierce battle, and he had just breathed a sigh of relief when someone suddenly attacked!

His reaction was not slow, and he raised his hand sharply!

With a bang, Zhu Xiaoming was blown away, but the knife still remained on the back of his neck.

"Wah!"

Xue San spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Only a few days, and there are two traitors in this sect!"

Before Xue San could finish speaking, two more figures pounced on him!

"We're here to help you!"

In an instant, two Iron Blood Sect disciples entangled themselves, locking Xue San's hands and feet.

At this time, Li Chun had stood up again!

At the same time, Zhu Xiaoming also stood up.

No one could stop them from being ox-horses, not even the sect master!

Li Chun and Zhu Xiaoming rushed over at the same time.

Seeing this, Xue San's eyes turned blood red.

He knew he might die, but it was too late to admit his mistake.

Who would have thought there would be so many traitors!

In this situation, Xue San forcibly urged the true energy and iron blood in his body.

Chichi chichi!

Xue San already had many wounds on his body, and now the blood from the wounds flew out like it was free, forming blood arrows.

The two Iron Blood Sect disciples who were holding him down had several blood holes in their bodies in an instant, but they still held on tightly, refusing to let go.

With a cry of "Ah!", Xue San's right arm spurted out blood, sending the Iron Blood Sect disciple on the right flying.

But just as he wanted to take this opportunity to break free, Zhu Xiaoming pounced over again at almost the same time, locking him down completely like a human flesh lock.

Crazy!

Everyone is crazy!

Xue San looked shocked, and it was useless for him to try to exert his strength again.

"No!"

His words stopped abruptly because Li Chun had brushed past him, and the knife at the back of his neck had completely cut it open.

When the green blood splashed, his head and neck were only connected by a layer of skin, but he still didn't die.

He looked at Li Chun and said grimly, "Your woman has syphilis, only fearless old men dare to look for her, I think she's going to die!"

After saying this, Xue San's body trembled and he died straight away.

Who would have thought that the Iron Blood Sect's master would die like this.

He had been the master of the Iron Blood Sect for fifty-six years, even more of a local emperor than a local emperor, and no one had ever dared to disobey him.

But he had only been out for a few days, and when he came back, everything had changed.

He died just like that.

He couldn't understand why the Iron Blood Sect had changed so much.

He couldn't help but think of the rumor that Golden Mountain was the mountain of the Martial God, hiding the divine skills and secrets that everyone in the world yearned for, but it was also an ominous mountain, and anyone who wanted to covet its treasures would be unlucky.

Is this the curse of Golden Mountain?

The curse is not so fast and fierce, right?

How would Xue San know that this was not the curse of Golden Mountain, but purely the blessing given by Young Hero Duan.

Xue San was dead, but the Iron Blood Sect did not disperse, but instead gave people a sense of unity and friendship.

These Iron Blood Sect disciples who suddenly came out to help Li Chun, in addition to being dissatisfied with Xue San's high pressure, the bigger reason was that they agreed with Li Chun.

That is, after practicing the "Ox-Horse Sinking Blood Method", they all wanted to be ox-horses.

Ox-horses should be led by ox-horses, and Xue San and them were not the same species.

Yes, that's how they felt.

So they worked together to kill this Iron Blood Sect master who had been in power for decades.

From now on, the Iron Blood Sect will be surnamed Ox!

"Brother Chun, Brother Chun, are you okay?"

Even though he was seriously injured, Zhu Xiaoming was still concerned about Li Chun.

Li Chun was covered in blood and said weakly, "I'm fine."

Then, he looked at the disciples next to him and said, "First, save, save him."

"What are you saying! We'll save him together!"

"Let me take care of Xiaoming! I just have my period today!"

As he spoke, an Iron Blood Sect disciple had already taken off his pants and ran towards Zhu Xiaoming.

For a time, the collapsed hall was filled with the Iron Blood Sect taking off their pants, united in friendship, and showing the benevolence of doctors.

The Murong brothers looked at this eye-stinging scene and sighed, "Brother, is this still not going astray?"

Duan Yun said seriously, "The process is different from what I thought, but the result is about the same. Are they united and friendly in saving people?"

"Now they are saving themselves, but it won't be long before they go to save others, then there will definitely be fewer casualties in the martial world and it will become more beautiful."

The Murong brothers said, "Then what do we do now?"

Duan Yun said, "The chivalrous heart has been planted, and the first sect that I, Young Hero Duan, have reformed doesn't look like a failure at all. Observe for two days and prepare to cause trouble, cough, to reform the next sect."

The Murong brothers looked like they didn't quite believe it.

But Old Devil Duan had already said so, and he couldn't refute it. After all, the Iron Blood Sect had undergone earth-shattering changes in less than half a month.

Even the sect master had been killed, what could be more ruthless than this?

He couldn't help but say, "If the reform is not successful, will they still be a scourge?"

Duan Yun said seriously, "Even my well-intentioned chivalrous spirit can't improve them, then what's the point of keeping them for the New Year?"

The Murong brothers were immediately in awe.

Anyway, the worst that could happen is the extermination of the sect!

No wonder you are the leader of the Jade Pearl Heroes.

It has to be said that although the Iron Blood Sect's treatment methods were indeed evil, either self-producing blood-milk or using menstrual blood as medicine, the healing effect was excellent.

Li Chun and Zhu Xiaoming suffered very serious injuries, and even real iron men would not be able to get out of bed for ten days and a half.

But under the disciples' rotating blood-medicine nourishment, they were able to get out of bed in three days.

It can only be said that there is strength in numbers, and every day, either you have your period or he has his period, there is still blood to treat several wounded.

Duan Yun and the Murong brothers seemed to be a little discriminated against because they did not produce blood.

Li Chun stood there, and it could be seen that he was still very weak, but his eyes were bright and full of vitality.

Duan Yun and the Murong brothers stood with the three outer disciples, still like lackeys.

Because of the internal strife, most of the outer disciples ran away.

According to common sense, if a sect has internal strife and even the sect master is dead, it can basically be declared half-buried in the ground, not to mention that the Iron Blood Sect has been behaving very strangely recently. Just the fact that a man can have his period like a woman after successfully cultivating is something that ordinary people can't bear.

Li Chun said a lot to everyone.

A lot of words that Duan Yun was quite satisfied with.

Because Li Chun had announced that the Iron Blood Sect would change its rules from now on and would never restrict the disciples from being ox-horses, and even stated that he would take the lead in being a good ox-horse, making it bigger and stronger.

"Dedicate yourself and benefit others!"

"Be an ox and a horse, and have the benevolence of a doctor!"

Duan Yun stood in the crowd, chanting slogans with everyone.

You say it's not strange, that's impossible.

But he soon let it go, as long as the result is good.

A sect that used to fight and kill everywhere has now become willing to be an ox-horse for all living beings, which seems to be beneficial to the martial world no matter how you look at it.

The slogan was very loud, but the Iron Blood Sect was full of rough men with little knowledge, and they only chanted a few sentences back and forth.

Zhu Xiaoming's status is now rising, and he has become the number one person under Li Chun.

At this time, he suddenly thought of the poem that the Murong brothers had written, and couldn't help but recite it loudly: "Looking up at the starry sky, a true man, stepping on the ground, a true ox-horse! Ox, ox, ox, ox!"

The crowd felt it was exciting to listen to and followed along in unison, chanting more and more energetically, and in Duan Yun's eyes, it was a live pyramid scheme.

Zhu Xiaoming was very satisfied with this poem, so he looked at the Murong brothers and said, "Brother Dehua, although you can't pee blood yet, that's a matter of time. I think you are very talented, why don't you come up with another one?"

The Murong brothers raised their heads, looking like they were about to write another poem, but after holding it back for a long time, they couldn't come up with anything.

He was only able to recite this poem at the time because his emotions were there, but today he was clearly not in the state.

The Murong brothers were very anxious that they couldn't seize this hard-won opportunity to show off.

Seeing this, Duan Yun said, "Why don't I come up with one?"

"You?"

"Chengwu, you can write poetry too?"

Everyone cast strange glances.

Neither of these two had produced blood, so they were not yet part of the ox-horse family.

Everyone had a slightly better attitude towards the Murong brothers, because they believed that he had accidentally found the way to the ox-horse technique. If he had no merit, he had worked hard, and the poem he recited was indeed a notch above theirs, so he could barely be considered talented.

But this Duan Chengwu next to him was not even noticeable among the outer disciples, so most of the ox-horses questioned and disliked him.

Duan Yun nodded and said, "It's not writing poetry, it's quoting a sentence from a gentleman in my hometown."

Zhu Xiaoming was a little impatient and said, "Then tell me."

"True men in the Iron Blood Sect, with a pure heart in a jade pot, scowling at the pointing fingers of thousands, willing to be an ox for the children," Duan Yun said with a chivalrous air.

As soon as this poem came out, all the disciples were stunned.

Even though many of them didn't understand it, they still felt that this sentence was powerful, even more powerful than Mu Dehua's ox poem!

Li Chun was the first to applaud and said, "Good! Good! Good!"

As the person who had practiced the "Ox-Horse Sinking Blood Method" to the most profound level, Li Chun was instinctively moved by this poem and even wanted to cry.

He originally wanted to praise it well, and even write a poem to praise it, but he couldn't think of anything for a while, so he could only say three good words in a row.

At this time, someone came back to their senses and followed up with, "Awesome!"

Everyone couldn't help but look at Duan Yun with admiration.

The Murong brothers looked at Duan Yun with a sad face.

You can even write poetry so well?

His good opportunity to show off, an opportunity that he thought he had because he was more knowledgeable than Old Devil Duan, was not successful. Not only was there a pain of not being able to pull it out, but he was also shown off by Old Devil Duan next to him, which was even more uncomfortable than not being able to pull it out for more than ten days.

Old Devil Duan, your knowledgeable appearance makes me feel disgusted!

At this point, the mission of Young Hero Duan and Young Hero Murong can be considered complete.

That evening, the two left.

When leaving, Duan Yun couldn't help but look back at the courtyard, and saw the people inside still struggling to scrub the toilets and chamber pots, as if they had endless work to do, and he even felt a little nostalgic for a moment.

This was his first time after all.

He didn't know how many sects he would have to reform in the future, but he should never forget this time.

He borrowed Lu Xun's "Scowling at the pointing fingers of thousands, willing to be an ox for the children.", not because he wanted to show off as the Murong brothers thought, but because of his expectations for the Iron Blood Sect.

Maybe these guys will never be able to do this step, and he himself can't do it, but people always need some beautiful visions.

The setting sun was like blood, and Duan Yun and the Murong brothers were sitting at a noodle stall eating noodles.

The owner of this noodle stall should be from Yuzhou, the noodles were spicy and numb, but Duan Yun and the Murong brothers ate very happily.

They had already torn off their human skin masks and returned to their original appearance.

At this time, two Iron Blood Sect disciples walked over.

One of them looked at the noodle stall owner and asked, "Boss, have you seen two people? Two men, one with a scar on his face, but quite pleasing to the eye, one with no scar on his face, looks handsome, but not very handsome, with curly hair."

Duan Yun quickly touched the Murong brothers' head and used electricity to straighten the Murong brothers' hair.

The noodle stall owner shook his head and said, "Heroes, I have no impression."

Another Iron Blood Sect disciple said, "Senior brother, what if we can't find Dehua and Chengwu?"

"The Sect Leader probably values their potential. I'm truly jealous of their talent, especially Cheng Wu. It's a pity that people have their own ambitions, and there's no way to force it if we can't find him."

Duan Yun and the Murong brothers exchanged glances, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

Just as the two Iron Blood Sect disciples were about to leave, they suddenly noticed a man beside them and said, "Brother, you're injured."

It was a swordsman who looked quite fierce.

The swordsman immediately became nervous and said, "Our Black Saber Stronghold has no quarrel with your Iron Blood Sect. What do you want?"

"Nothing, we just want to heal your wounds."

"Heal my wounds? No need, I can heal my wounds myself," the swordsman replied, feeling baffled.

"How can you heal yourself properly!"

"Junior Brother, restrain him!"

In an instant, the two made lightning-fast moves.

The two Iron Blood Sect disciples used their fists. The force of their punches gave a sense of solidity, as if two old oxen were condensed on their fists.

The swordsman from the Black Saber Stronghold was already injured, and he was no match, getting knocked to the ground.

Before he could get up, the Iron Blood Sect junior brother on the left had already restrained him, while the senior brother took off his pants and shouted, "Junior Brother, pry open his mouth."

Wuu wuu wuu wuu!

After a humiliating, cry-like sound, the two Iron Blood Sect disciples completed the treatment for the swordsman.

The swordsman watched the two figures leave, like a woman abandoned, tears of humiliation streaming down his face.

The Murong brothers were shocked and said, "Isn't this a bit too enthusiastic?"

Duan Yun pondered, "From what I see, at least their hearts are good, and they don't even charge money. And the results are always good. This person's saber energy is dull, and his internal injuries are serious. If he's not treated, I'm afraid he won't live to see autumn."

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. You're right!" The Murong brothers agreed with a look of approval.

For a time, their sense of accomplishment was even greater.

Look, after being influenced by their two young heroes, the Iron Blood Sect's fellow disciples are so quick to bring blessings to the martial world.

It can be said that this swordsman is the first person to receive a blessing!

As long as the Iron Blood Sect continues to develop, there will be many more such blessings in the martial world in the future.

It can only be said that the martial world is fortunate!

Recommending a book by a friend, 'Yin Shou Book'. From what I've seen so far, it's a very appealing supernatural style, good-looking, highly recommended!

Synopsis: In the southwest mountains at the end of the century, the era of technological development has not yet arrived. In the closed and primitive mountain villages, many mysterious and strange stories are circulating.

Legend has it that man-eating witches turn into kind old people to enter the village, ugly mountain goblins put on human skin to go to the market, headless ancient corpses wander in the remote mountains, and huge blood-sucking snakes lurk deep in underground caves...

Ran Qing, who has lived in a mountain village since childhood, lives with his grandmother after his mother's death.

Grandma told him that everyone in the world has a book in their body, which records the person's life story, good and evil deeds, and lifespan. Yin-Yang masters call it the 'Yin Shou Book'.

An accidental experience allowed Ran Qing to see the Yin Shou Book in his body.

And the story begins here...