As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills



Sikong Wuyuan stared blankly. 

It was the first time he had seen monsters look so human. 

Jiang Ming quickly arrived in front of Scarface and slashed his face. 

"He deserves it." 

He cursed and secretly took Scarface's dagger. 

He was about to continue attacking, but his body could not control itself and fell. 

His legs were numb, and his body was curled up. 

For a moment, he did not know what was wrong with him. 

This gave Scarface a chance. He felt intense pain and kicked Jiang Ming away. 

Jiang Ming felt like he had been sent flying. He used the last of his strength to stand firm. 

Sikong Wuyuan noticed Jiang Ming's condition and went forward with concern. 

"Ning Caichen, what's wrong? There seems to be something wrong with you." 

Jiang Ming touched his legs and looked calm. 

"I can't feel my legs anymore. I'm probably poisoned." 

"Scarface poisoned you?" 

Sikong Wuyuan became nervous. 

However, Scarface quietly appeared behind Jiang Ming. Jiang Ming felt the cold wind and quickly turned around. 

Sikong Wuyuan clenched his fist and punched Scarface. 

Scarface did not treat his wounds, and his face was already dripping with blood. 

He took a step back and took advantage of the fact that the people around him were not paying attention and tried to stab Jiang Ming in the face. 

The moment he charged at the other party, he touched the dagger at his waist and realized that it was gone. 

Jiang Ming then took out Scarface's dagger and cut his face again. 

This time, Scarface's eye was also cut, and one of his eyeballs was cut out. 

His cries could no longer alleviate his pain. He directly began to slash away indiscriminately, the spiritual energy in his hand casually placed. 

This was simply a lunatic. 

Jiang Ming frowned and signaled Sikong Wuyuan to take him away. 

The poison in his body had not been cured yet, so he should not continue fighting. Jiang Ming and Sikong Wuyuan watched coldly as the civilians were tortured by Scarface. 

Now, these commoners should be suffering. 

Fence-sitters were never worthy of forgiveness. 

When they reached a safe place, Jiang Ming began to check his body. 

The poison had already penetrated deep into his legs. He gathered the spiritual energy in his body and forced the poison out in an instant. 

Sikong Wuyuan took out a bottle from his pocket. "These are pills for recuperation. Take one. You'll recover faster." 

"Thank you." 

Jiang Ming ate it without hesitation and stood up again. 

"Now, it's time for us to settle scores with Scarface." 

Sikong Wuyuan patted the dirt off his body, his expression cold. 

Scarface should not be alive. 

Scarface had already regained his composure and was meditating to heal his wounds. 

The condition of the eyeball gradually stabilized. He tore off a piece of cloth and wrapped it around his eye. 

Sensing that Sikong Wuyuan and Jiang Ming were coming over, he stood up and said coldly, "You guys came quite quickly. You managed to detoxify yourselves." 

He knew some medical skills and could easily see Jiang Ming's condition. 

"It's time for you to hand over your life." 

Jiang Ming stood up and opened his hand. His spiritual energy surged in front of Scarface. 

"It's impossible for me to die in this lifetime." 

A third eye appeared on Scarface's forehead, and it glowed. 

A flight of stairs suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Ming and Sikong Wuyuan. 

There were petals of different colors on them. 

Scarface had already disappeared. Only his voice could be heard. 

"If you want to kill me, you have to walk past the eighteen steps. Every step has a different spiritual pressure. I wish you good luck!" lights

Jiang Ming raised his head. 

They could only see a part of the stairs, and the back was covered by clouds. 

Sikong Wuyuan did not think that Scarface was that powerful. He sneered and said, "What's the big deal? It's just a few steps, right?" 

He lifted his foot and walked four steps. 

However, when he reached the fifth step, he felt his chest tighten and sweat began to form on his forehead. 

"How are you?" 

Jiang Ming quickly followed. 

Sikong Wuyuan fought alongside him. 

No matter what, he could not let the other party be hurt. 

"I'm fine." Sikong Wuyuan raised his hand and said, "I can still go up." 

Jiang Ming opened his mouth but did not say anything else. 

He followed Sikong Wuyuan up. 

Sikong Wuyuan began to cough when he reached the ninth step, and he looked like he was dying. 

Jiang Ming was safe and sound as he helped him down the stairs. contemporary romance

At this moment, the petals turned into thorns. Sikong Wuyuan was shocked and went down a few more steps. 

Jiang Ming did not see this scene, but he noticed that Sikong Wuyuan's foot was bleeding. 

He tore a piece of cloth. 

"Just bandage it up and wait for me here. I'll get it done quickly." 

As soon as he finished speaking, he started running. 

"Ning Caichen." 

Sikong Wuyuan was unwilling to give up. He wanted to be with Jiang Ming, but he knew his limits. He could only sigh. 

Jiang Ming quickly reached the top of the stairs and saw Scarface. 

"I didn't expect you to be able to come up here so easily," Scarface pursed his lips and whispered. 

Thinking of Sikong Wuyuan's state, Jiang Ming pretended to provoke him. 

"Ha, that's because you're an anomaly." 

Scarface pursed his lips. 

It was the first time he had seen someone who could climb so many steps so easily. 

Not to mention, Jaign Ming was such a young and handsome young man. He felt a little upset. 

This was going too far. He had cultivated for so many years but did not have such divine power. What right did this kid have to be so powerful? 

"What's wrong? Are you jealous? This is nothing." 

Jiang Ming retorted. When Scarface was not paying attention, he directly pointed the knife at his neck. 

Scarface felt it, but he did not move. Instead, he continued, "If you have the guts, kill me. Let's see if you can kill me." 

"I know this is your shadow." 

Jiang Ming let go of Scarface and threw the dagger in another direction. 

The shadow disappeared instantly, and Scarface's real body appeared in front of Jiang Ming. 

At the same time, Sikong Wuyuan breathed heavily. His body was already covered in wounds. He had come back up. 

When he reached the top, he finally could not hold on any longer and fell to the ground. 

Scarface's strength instantly increased. 

"Finally, someone came to offer sacrifices," he laughed. 

Sikong Wuyuan realized something and tried to gather the spiritual energy in his body, but he could not do it. 

"You fool!" 

Scarface mocked without holding back. 

"What is going on?" 

Sikong Wuyuan frowned, his heart trembling. 

Jiang Ming was furious and slapped Scarface's chest. 

After a dozen consecutive punches, Scarface bled. 

Scarface wanted to counterattack, but he could not do so. 

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