As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

Blood mist curled around the blade, and Jiang Ming's whole body was steaming. He was like a blood-soaked god of death, and he slashed at Duan Zhenwu.

No matter how tough Duan Zhenwu's body was, it was as fragile as a piece of paper at this moment. Blood spurted out, and his head flew up and fell into the grass with his eyes open.

"You can't even withstand a single blow!" Jiang Ming laughed arrogantly, then lowered his head and began to search Duan Zhenwu's body.

Tong He was dumbstruck. He had never seen such a crazy person who did not care about his life. He just casually used a forbidden technique twice?

That was two years of life. Moreover, if his origin was damaged, even his martial arts path would be affected. He might never be able to become a first-class martial artist in his life.

"However, he definitely can't make a third strike!" Tong He suddenly returned to his senses. He looked at Zhang Shan, who was searching the body with his head lowered, his eyes flickering.

Perhaps, this was the best time to make a move.

At this moment, a loud laugh suddenly came from outside the courtyard. "I didn't expect it to be so lively today. I can even see a forbidden technique like the Blood-Burning Saber Technique being used."

The voice came closer and closer, and a figure landed in the courtyard, chuckling, "Unfortunately, the bird stalks the worm, unaware of the snake behind. The final winner is me."

"Zheng Jia!" Tong He recognized this person and could not help but change his expression. This was also a second-class martial artist who had been famous in the prefecture for a long time. Now that he had suffered heavy injuries from his fight with Duan Zhenwu, he had no chance of winning against a second-class martial artist who was completely fine.

Zheng Jia's gaze was also apathetic—as if everything was within his grasp. He said indifferently, "Zhang Shan, give me the thing. I won't do anything to you!"

At this time, Jiang Ming had already found the Flowing Cloud Technique. He casually put it in his arms, turned his head and glanced at the person as if he was looking at an idiot, and then strode out of the courtyard.

"You're looking for death!" Zheng Jia was immediately enraged. He immediately circulated his blood Qi and charged toward Jiang Ming.

"Zhang Shan is really arrogant. He doesn't have the energy to fight back." Tong He also shook his head.

However, in the next moment, his jaw fell open!

Zhang Shan turned around with a face full of impatience. The blood mist on the surface of his body once again erupted without the slightest hesitation. He raised his saber fiercely and brazenly welcomed the incoming Zheng Jia.

He used the Blood-Burning Saber Technique a third time!

"This fellow doesn't want to live." Tong He was completely disoriented.

With three slashes, he would lose ten years of his life and his origin would be damaged. What was the use of Zhang Shan snatching the Flowing Cloud Technique? Not to mention breaking through to first class, even staying alive would be difficult.

And yet, Zhang Shan was using the technique all willy-nilly. Was he drunk or something?

However, Zheng Jia did not think of this. At this moment, he was confidently charging toward Zhang Shan. However, he encountered this sudden attack. He did not even have the time to change his direction. He only had the time to raise his blade with a face full of fear, trying to block this attack.

As the saber slashed down, a terrifying might erupted. The two long sabers exploded, and countless metal shards shot forward, immediately stabbing Zheng Jia. After a short blood-curdling scream, he fell to the ground, dead.

Jiang Ming glanced at the hilt of his blade, shook his head, and threw it away, then strode out.

Although the Blood-Burning Saber Technique was very strong, this saber was just an ordinary weapon after all. It could not withstand such a terrifying force. It seemed that he had to find a suitable weapon in the future.

At this point, the only second-class martial artist in the yard was Tong He. However, even if Jiang Ming's saber was shattered, Tong He did not dare have any thoughts about the Flowing Cloud Technique.

In the face of such a madman who did not care about his life, everyone had to retreat. The opportunity to advance to a first-class martial artist was rare, but their own lives were even more precious.

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"The Old Snake Gang will be gone from today onward!"

Jiang Ming walked out from the backyard and looked at the bold martial artists he met along the way. They were all taking advantage of the situation to plunder the Old Snake Gang.

Jiang Ming killed two people who were staring at him and took some golden leaves. He left the Old Snake Gang immediately.

Jiang Ming, who was covered in blood, stood out. He hid in an empty house and only returned to his small courtyard late at night.

The next morning, Jiang Ming went to a street food stall to get a snack and heard a few diners talking about yesterday's events in high spirits.

The Old Snake Gang had been exterminated, and several second-class martial artists had died. The most explosive news was naturally the return of the law-enforcing fanatic, Zhang Shan. He had beheaded the Old Snake Gang's leader with a single strike.

"I knew it. Zhang Shan hates evil. How could he miss this opportunity to get rid of evil!" a teenager shouted with a red face. He wished he was the hero who killed all the evil people in the world.

"I heard that the hero used a forbidden martial arts technique that would damage his body. He's really unyielding. He would rather risk his life to get rid of a plague like the Old Snake Gang. He's truly worthy of respect."

Everyone nodded, their respect for him growing.

"Another one!" Jiang Ming shouted. He did not know whether to laugh or cry.

"By the way, have you heard? The Green Mountain Army has started to recruit soldiers. I heard that the treatment is not bad. The monthly salary is sufficient for a family of three to eat and drink!" someone suddenly said.

"I think the Green Mountain Army is not bad. They treat the people well and attack cities and strongholds along the way."

The other man pointed to the sky and chuckled, "If you join now, you might be able to make a meteoric rise in the future and enjoy life in the capital."

As soon as he said this, those who originally did not want to join the Green Mountain Army were stunned for a moment, and they began to contemplate.

Although it was dangerous to go to war, wasn't it dangerous to be a commoner as well? Instead of living a terrible life, it was better to take a gamble. If their stakes were right, they would soar to the sky.

Jiang Ming glanced at the two guys who were echoing each other and did not bother to say anything more. After eating his food, he was ready to go back to his small courtyard.

"What?" Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

On the streets, a group of Green Mountain Army soldiers was swaggering past, and the commoners hurriedly retreated.

Among the group of soldiers, there was an unremarkable short woman with tanned skin. She was talking and laughing with her companions, but her brows were full of murderous intent. Her eyes were like an eagle's eyes.

"Huang Xiaoying!" Jiang Ming just glanced over, then averted his gaze and continued to walk forward.

"The quiet and timid little girl from back then has changed quite a lot," Jiang Ming chuckled internally. "But this might not be a bad thing."

In such a world, the most important thing was to survive.