Who said I practiced the exercises incorrectly?

Chapter 27 This time he must get the right technique!

C3 Street.

The blue stone street was stained with blood.

There were broken corpses, overturned stalls, and fallen debris everywhere.

Some people were cleaning up the corpses and blood on the ground and packing up things on the stalls.

Interspersed with occasional curses:

"You damn Shuisheng Gang, you damn Giant Hammer Gang, why do you have to fight them in the black market when you can't just fight them anywhere else? Don't you know if this will affect our business?"

"Old Li, keep quiet, they might not have gone far yet. These two gangs are supported by the Zhou family and the Chen family respectively, and they have had conflicts over territory for a long time. How can they not explode now that they have met?"

"Hmph, do you have the guts to fight the Chen and Zhou families? All you do is show off your strength in front of us all day long! You are just a bunch of losers, and they will all die sooner or later!"

……

"Pfft" sound.

Ning Yan looked at the eyeball that was crushed under his feet and couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"It's really troublesome. My shoes are dirty and I have to wash them later."

"Fighting is fighting, but can't you clean up before leaving?"

"This group of hooligans really lacks discipline."

He rubbed the sole of his shoe on a corpse nearby until the sticky feeling on the ground was gone, and then he continued forward with great satisfaction.

As he walked, Ning Yan looked around.

Although the stalls at the street corners were a bit messy, one could still see what they were selling. There were herbs covered in dirt, minerals with mottled colors, and even wood like ironwood that might come in handy.

The items sold on the stalls were numerous and varied, which completely matched Ning Yan's inherent impression.

But this place is obviously not the core area of ​​the black market.

Because among these stall owners near the street corner, there are even ordinary people who have never cultivated their inner energy.

I have to say, he is quite brave to come here and sell goods with just a broken knife.

Ning Yan continued to walk forward, passing the crowded stalls on both sides. His vision gradually widened and the strength of the stall owners continued to grow.

From ordinary people to inner breath masters and then to quasi-warriors, in the end, all he saw before his eyes were warriors.

In addition to a large amount of Yuan Qi, there was also a lot of Ju Qi mixed in, several of which even made Ning Yan feel very dangerous.

Then he knew that he had finally arrived at the real black market.

Ning Yan looked around and suddenly heard a burst of enthusiastic cheers:
"Come and have a look, come and have a look at the Heavenly Palm. There is only one copy of it. With one strike, the enemy will be crippled.

There is also "The King's Divine Leg", which is as powerful as a king and his legs are like steel pillars. One kick can kill anyone and make them exterminate their descendants.

Opportunities are rare and will never come back again. If you miss these two books, you will never have them again!"

Ning Yan walked over with curiosity, and saw an old man with white hair and beard, who looked like an immortal, sitting on a small stool and shouting loudly.

Although he is old, he is a genuine Qi warrior.

On the open space in front of him, there was a layer of red cloth, on which were placed two gray secret books, each only one finger thick.

After half a month of study, Ning Yan has learned quite a few new words.

I immediately looked carefully:

"Heaven X God X."

"X King God X."

Ning Yan retracted his gaze and asked calmly:

"Old man, can I see the contents of the secret book?"

The stall owner heard this, smiled and stretched out his hand:

"Please."

Ning Yan immediately picked up "Heaven X God X" and opened the page:

"God X in the sky, X in the universe, X in the wind, X in the air, X in the air, XXXX..."

After turning over ten pages, I saw that the rest was completely blank.

Ning Yan frowned and looked at the stall owner.

The stall owner smiled slyly:
"This is considered a trial reading, the full contents must be kept confidential, otherwise what if someone steals my skills?
Moreover, just from these ten pages, you can already fully see the power of my secret book, don’t you think so, sir?”

Ning Yan thought about the full page of XX and nodded in agreement.

With so many words he didn't recognize, this secret book must be good.

After thinking for a while, he asked again:

"How do you sell this secret book?"

"One book costs 100 taels of gold!" "So expensive?"

Ning Yan frowned suddenly.

One hundred taels of gold could buy several large mansions on Yiliu Street, or even the meat of exotic monsters, which could last for half a year if you were frugal.

He had previously earned a lot of money directing the "Iron Body Kung Fu", so it was not that he couldn't come up with one hundred taels of gold, but Ning Yan always felt that money should be spent wisely, so even though he had saved so much money, he had never moved out of Heishui Hutong.

If he was asked to buy a set of martial arts techniques with one hundred taels of gold, perhaps he could grit his teeth and make up his mind.

Because that might increase his cultivation speed again, and might even help him break through the realm barrier.

But now it is just a set of martial arts, and one hundred taels of gold is too exaggerated.

Ning Yan shook his head and prepared to turn around and leave.

Seeing this, the stall owner hurriedly shouted:
"Don't go! Why don't you bargain?"

"Bargain? How much can you bargain for?"

"You can afford the ten ounces of gold, right?"

"Oh my goodness, the knife cut my ankle, didn't it?"

Ning Yan was shocked for a moment, and soon his eyes changed again:
"No, since you are willing to lower the price, it means the value of this secret book is not as high as I imagined. You are deceiving me!"

The stall owner was immediately dumbfounded.

How the hell can you think like this?

Just as he was about to explain, a big man suddenly rushed up to him, grabbed him by the collar, and shouted:
"You old bastard, how dare you fool me with a fake secret manual?!"

"What fake secret book? You got the wrong person. This is my first time setting up a stall."

The stall owner avoided my gaze, feeling guilty like a thief.

"Still trying to lie to me! Even if you changed your appearance, do you really think I don't remember the mole behind your ear?!
How dare you sell fake secret manuals? If I hadn't asked a master to identify it, you would have almost fooled me. You deserve a beating!"

As he said this, the big man punched the stall owner several times, beating him up.

Ning Yan was also shocked and angry when he heard this. The secret book they were selling was fake?

Fortunately, he heard someone's reminder, otherwise he would have hurt himself by practicing it. Where would he go to seek justice?
Damn this stall owner!

Ning Yan came forward and with two "pops", he stepped on both legs and broke them.

The stall owner let out a shrill howl and fainted on the spot.

The big man named Guang Kezhi looked at Ning Yan blankly:
"Brother, you're being a bit harsh."

"Am I not too kind?"

Ning Yan asked back:
"I didn't even kill him."

"It's just a secret manual that only costs ten taels of silver. It's not worth it."

Guang Kezhi shook his head and sighed:
“After being around for a while, you’ll realize that there are many people selling fake secret manuals on the black market.

What kind of ancestral skills, relics of masters, magical skills at the bottom of the cliff, etc.

Ninety-nine out of a hundred books are fake.

The remaining book may be completely incomprehensible.

If you want to find a true skill, it is harder than ascending to heaven."

"In that case, why do you buy from these stalls?"

"Besides the mentality of looking for a bargain, the main reason is definitely that I don't have money."

Guang Kezhi smiled bitterly and replied:

“There are places that sell real skills on the black market, such as Wanfa Pavilion, Weiwu Hall and Chengfeng Tower, all of which sell real skills.

But those martial arts manuals, even the cheapest one, are not affordable for a casual martial artist like me.

That's why I keep looking for stalls all day long, hoping to get lucky and find a real martial arts manual."

Ning Yan listened and suddenly recalled the hard days when he was trying to raise money for martial arts training.

It was only a matter of one or two ounces of silver, but a lot of trouble was caused.

Later, he was fortunately accepted by Yuan Tianhuan and became his true disciple, but how many people in the world are as lucky as him?
Most people fail to achieve spiritual cultivation, and in the end they will have to leave in loneliness.

And if one is unwilling to see the martial arts being cut off, he would naturally think of trying the black market, perhaps he could find a martial arts method that suits his practice.

When living in this world, one must always have some hope.

Ning Yan put away his reverie and humbly asked Guang Kezhi about the differences between the three Zhengong shops.

After learning the details of the situation, Ning Yan ignored Guang Kezhi's refusal, presented three gold leaves as a token of gratitude, and strode towards the nearest Weiwu Hall.

This time he must get the right technique!

(End of this chapter)