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

Chapter 78 Only by enduring hardship can one become a master!
  "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!"

Wei Hong's back instantly turned blood red.

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

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!

"Don't worry, continue!" Wei Hong said seriously: "This kind of mourning stick is specially made. No matter how severe the beating 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."

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

"hiss!"

Blood splatters!

But this scene also made the teenagers gasp in horror.

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.

Wei Hong only felt refreshed and relaxed.

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

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

"Brothers, work!"

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

"Okay, Brother Wei, look at me!"

Outsiders only saw blood splattering all over his body!

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

They picked up the mourning stick and beat it down.

The teenagers became motivated as soon as they heard this.

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

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

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

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

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

【Ding! 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.

Facts have proved that this method of leather refining 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.

"what?"

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 stronger and stronger, and his skin also had a self-repulsive force, which inadvertently shocked the young people to the point of pain.

"What's going on? I'm so tired!"    "Huhu, why do you still get shock after beating me?"

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

The teenagers also discovered that something was wrong!

Wei Hong's membrane is getting stronger and stronger, and they have to exert great effort every time they hit it, and the shock will make their hands numb. These sallow-faced and skinny teenagers are 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 continued.

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!

"The progress has been increased 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's 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 poor are poor in culture but rich in martial arts. Practicing martial arts is not something that a teenager from the slums can dream of.

Whether you join a gang or a martial arts school, you have to pay a huge price. Wei Hong can support them and teach them martial arts, which is a blessing for them.

"Come on, let me teach you the first move, Tiger Descending Mountain. This move can slightly shake the muscles of the whole body, and is especially effective for the arms. It can relieve the soreness of your muscles!"

Wei Hong patiently began to teach the young people how to practice martial arts.

His Thirteen Tiger Moves have already reached their limit. There are thousands of people in the world who practice this technique, but few can reach his level of perfection.

Young people are also blessed!
  With his personal guidance, everyone can avoid detours when learning.

"call!"

"drink!"

Soon there were shouts and shouts in the small courtyard.

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

The sound of gasping for breath continued, like cubs whimpering.

gradually!
  Children of several years old who were playing in the yard also gathered around.

They looked at this scene in confusion, but they also imitated it decently.

"Brother Wei, can we practice?"

A few girls who went out to buy groceries and a few teenagers who had broken hands just came back and saw the scene of everyone practicing martial arts, and a trace of envy could not help but appear on their faces.

"Of course!" Wei Hong said sternly: "In the future, you can all practice martial arts. Regardless of whether you are a man or a woman, as long as you are willing to endure hardships and stand hard work, you will have the opportunity to stand out."

"But us!"

A young man with a severed hand raised his severed limb in embarrassment, a trace of loneliness flashed across his face.

"It's okay!" Wei Hong consoled him: "Zhuang Kung Fu not only has lying postures, but also standing postures. As long as you want to learn, I can teach you."

"We want to learn!"

"Please, Brother Wei, teach us."

The boys and girls were moved to tears.

(End of this chapter)