Godly Immortality: Start with the Butcher and add some Immortality!

Chapter 45: Strength increases dramatically, sacrifice in the middle of the night!

"Brother Wei, you? What are you doing?"

Under the night

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

Qiu Ju and others who were watching the New Year's Eve in the pavilion were shocked and stopped drinking tea and chatting.

They all looked at him with dumbfounded eyes, who had changed greatly.

At dinner, Wei Hong still looked like a young man with rough skin.

At this moment, his skin is white and tender, and his aura is as outstanding as an immortal.

A half-new and half-worn robe was draped on his body, giving him the feeling of a prince and aristocrat.

All of a sudden!

Before his breakthrough, he would most likely lose if he faced Zheng Fusheng!

"Don't be surprised, it's just a new layer of skin that just broke through." Wei Hong explained casually: "A skin refining realm warrior will always shed his skin every time he breaks through a small realm. The new skin will be whiter and tenderer, and it will return to normal after a while. "

"Ding!"

"Great!"

"I see!"

The solemn atmosphere suddenly became a lot more relaxed.

Old Wei Tou and Grandma Wang also looked like they had seen a ghost.

The spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums were already stunned.

Now he faced Zheng Fusheng, and he had a slight chance of winning in a head-to-head encounter.

Old Wei Tou couldn't help but mutter: "I thought you were possessed by something strange."

A kitchen knife struck the arm fiercely, with a clanking sound as if it had been struck on a piece of iron. Not only was it bounced away on the spot, but there was not even a single wound.

And with every extra day that passes, he becomes more powerful with the vitality he plunders. What does a small skin-refining realm perfection warrior mean?
  After thinking about this clearly, Wei Hong was naturally in a better mood.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this.

In fact, after he broke through and faced Zheng Fusheng, he was indeed a little more confident.

He took the time to test the membrane defense after breaking through.

However, his Perfect Level Five Beast Fist is comparable to that of a boxing master. Coupled with defense-breaking weapons, it is not impossible for the weak to defeat the strong.

Wei Hong smiled and did not refute this statement.

"Don't talk nonsense." Grandma Wang said with a dumb smile: "It's a good thing that Brother Hong is getting stronger."

Although Wei Hong is still three hundred pounds behind him in arm strength.

After all, Zheng Fusheng only has 1200 kilograms of arm strength.

"Yes, wouldn't it make us much safer if Brother Wei breaks through in strength?"

Wei Hong increased his strength and slashed again.

After everyone gasped in fright, they saw a faint blood stain on his white and tender arm, and the wound stopped bleeding and scabbed quickly!
  This kind of defense is simply inhuman!

"The hardness and thickness of the film have made a qualitative leap. It is at least seven or eight times stronger than before. Now it has reached a level comparable to ordinary leather."

"In addition, there is a stream of qi and blood flowing slowly under the skin. Once attacked, it will automatically engorge 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 curled up.

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

He is much better than before his breakthrough!

Wei Hong has only been making skin for more than half a month. If this terrifying progress were revealed, it would probably make people stunned. "Grandpa!" Wei Hong folded his clothes and said casually: "Let's stay up tonight, I have to go to the butcher shop to work."

"So early?" Old Wei said distressedly: "You have been practicing just now and haven't even slept. How can your body bear it if this goes on?"

"It's not a problem." Wei Hong smiled nonchalantly: "A warrior is full of energy and blood. He won't feel tired even if he doesn't sleep for three days and three nights. He only needs to sleep for one or two hours a day. It's the Chinese New Year now. I don’t know how many more pigs are being slaughtered in the butcher shop, what if I didn’t go there earlier?”

"Okay, just be careful!" Old Wei warned.

"Ok!"

Wei Hong nodded and turned around and walked out the door.

During the Chinese New Year, the butcher shop had a heavy workload of killing pigs and sheep every day, and one day was enough to last for three days at ordinary times. How could he miss such a good opportunity to earn a living?
  Now every household is watching the New Year!

The entire city has almost turned into a city that never sleeps.

Not only are there splendid fireworks set off by powerful and wealthy families above their heads, but there are also countless red lanterns in the streets and alleys. Drunk pedestrians can occasionally be seen on the streets. The atmosphere is full of noisy New Year celebrations everywhere.

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

He was incompatible with this bustling place. His eyes were unwavering. He just walked silently on the street. Even when he walked and breathed, he didn't forget to integrate his "Thirteen Stances of the Tiger" and constantly adjust his Qi and blood. .

But as soon as he reached a street corner, he couldn't help but stop.

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

In front of him were several bowls of white rice, three kinds of fruits, two candles, a handful of lit incense, and a lot of paper money and ashes floating in the wind, obviously they were offering sacrifices to someone.

In such a harmonious day, this person seems a bit out of the ordinary.

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. The passers-by just cursed and walked away.

"Zheng Fusheng?"

Wei Hong squinted his eyes and met his gaze!

This person was indeed Zheng Fusheng. He was unfamiliar with this place and was even more depressed during the Chinese New Year. He simply came to the street of the slum to worship his dead brother.

As a result, he bumped into Wei Hong who was working at night!
  If he were an ordinary passerby, he might not say much.

But Wei Hong was not an ordinary passerby. He walked with a steady breath and brisk steps, and his eyes scanned the surroundings with a vague look, giving him the unique intimidation of a warrior.

In addition, he has just achieved whitening and tender skin!
  His entire body exuded the aura of a noble man, making him dare not be underestimated at first sight.

"Who are you?"

Somehow, Zheng Fusheng asked subconsciously.

"Passers-by." Wei Hong raised his eyebrows and replied, "What's the matter? You have to be questioned even if you pass by at night? When did your Blood Crow Gang get the job of patrolling the city?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Damn it, you want to die, don't you?"

The two strong men were so angry that they yelled at him.

Zheng Fusheng looked at him seriously for a few times, but finally said with a smile: "I'm sorry, my subordinates are ignorant, please do it!"

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

After he walked away, Zheng Fusheng couldn't help but ask: "This guy feels a bit strange. Do you know his true identity?"

"It should be Wei Hong, the swordsman of Zhuji Butcher Shop, under the Hutou Gang Zhongyitang." 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 on the street all the time, I’m afraid even the gangsters won’t recognize him.”

"Oh?"

Zheng Fusheng suppressed the inexplicable throbbing in his heart and finally chose not to speak.

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

This is the capital of the gods. Any passerby can be related to the rich and powerful. All kinds of connections are complicated. How can Zheng Fusheng, a rough guy from the countryside, dare to run wild?
  (End of this chapter)