Martial arts immortality, my practice has experience

Chen Ping'an knew the location of the black market.

When Lao Chentou was still here, I took him there once. Although the black market is chaotic, with Lao Chentou here, safety is still guaranteed.

The black market is in a remote alley in Nanquanli Lane. There is a large open space at the end of the alley. With the tacit understanding of all forces, the surrounding area was deserted.

Chen Pingan was walking quickly in the alley with a book in his pocket and a woodcutter hidden under his clothes.

Even at night, there are still night patrol officers from the Zhenfusi in various streets and lanes of Nanquanli Lane.

Compared with the daytime, the number and shifts of night patrol officers are much smaller, and they usually carry a gong. If something happens, they will ring it immediately as a warning.

Chen Ping'an naturally knows the secrets.

Even for himself, he would go on night patrol once every month or so.

Every night patrol is conducted by two people in a team, taking care of each other.

Worried about being discovered by the guards on night patrol, Chen Pingan walked extremely carefully. He is now at full level of energy and blood, and his body's coordination and endurance have been greatly enhanced.

As luck would have it, and with his careful precautions, he didn't encounter any night patrol officers along the way.

There was a strong man guarding the entrance to the black market. Seeing the already covered Chen Ping'an approaching, he said expressionlessly.

"You pay two small coins to enter the market. Fighting is prohibited inside, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences!"

Chen Pingan was well prepared for this. He handed over two small coins without saying a word and walked into the black market.

The black market was quite lively, with a lot of people coming and going. However, most people either covered their faces, wore hoods, or wore hats. Basically, they all have a hidden outfit.

Chen Pingan avoided these people intentionally or unintentionally and looked at the surrounding situation.

At regular intervals on both sides, people set up stalls. Put a piece of cloth on the ground and put some things on it, and it becomes a stall.

The black market is not big, so Chen Pingan took a quick tour. I found that there were all kinds of things sold there.

Some sell antiques, some sell swords and spears, some sell soft leather armor, and some sell ginseng, a powerful medicine...

Chen Pingan also saw someone selling a small crossbow.

This is a powerful thing, it is a control device!

With it, even an ordinary person, if the time is right, can seriously injure or even kill those who have entered martial arts practice.

Even if Chen Ping'an's Qi and blood were at full level now, and his skin was as thin as cowhide, it would still be difficult to withstand the power of the crossbow arrows.

Although the crossbow arrows were powerful, Chen Ping'an was calm and had no intention of asking around. He came here for only one purpose, which was to sell the iron shirts.

He found a slightly empty place, put down the hand-copied version of the iron cloth shirt technique, and sat down with his legs crossed.

Although he was anxious to sell, he didn't think about looking for people to sell it.

If you do this, the risk will be much higher. Secondly, the price of the iron cloth shirt was lost for nothing.

Most of the people who come to the black market are scheming and have doubts about the authenticity of his skills. He is actively promoting, which seems too eager, which will make them more unbelievable.

Instead of doing this, it is better to wait here quietly.

Not long after Chen Pingan sat down, a person came to the booth.

This man was short and fat, wearing black clothes and a bamboo hat.

"What is for sale?"

"Martial Arts Techniques, Iron Clothes Shirt!"

Chen Pingan raised his head and glanced at him lightly, with a cold look.

"Hey, it's so easy to seal the book. If you say it's a martial arts technique, it's a martial arts technique!"

The man sneered.

However, having said that, he actually squatted down and planned to read the book.

Snap!

Chen Ping'an's hands were like the wind, and he slapped away the other person's outstretched hand.

“Don’t touch it if you don’t want to buy it!”

Chen Ping'an's move frightened the short, fat man in a bamboo hat.

"If you don't want to watch, don't watch. Why are you hitting me?"

He muttered and walked away angrily.

"At least it's an introduction to martial arts practice!"

The stall owner looked very thin. He wanted to take advantage of him and maybe get some benefits, but he didn't expect that he turned out to be a tough guy.

After the short, fat man in a bamboo hat left, people came over from time to time to ask him what he was selling. But most of them just ask and have no intention of buying.

It took more than half an hour, but Chen Ping'an still didn't sell the iron shirt.

"This black market business is really cautious, especially when it comes to martial arts. Do you really want to ask Monkey Head and the others to borrow some money tomorrow?"

Just as Chen Pingan was thinking, a figure stood in front of the stall.

The figure is tall and unmasked, with a full beard and piercing eyes. At first glance, he is a presence that is not easy to mess with.

"What's for sale?"

"Iron Shirt."

Chen Ping'an glanced at the other party and felt a hint of threat. However, in terms of feeling, it seems that it has not been able to reach the level of Qi and Blood.

His whole body was full of energy and blood, and he was afraid that he had entered the martial arts.

"There are so many fakes on the black market, how can you guarantee that your exercise is genuine!?"

The bearded man looked at Chen Pingan.

Sensing that the other party seemed to sincerely want to buy, Chen Pingan really set his sights on him.

"You can look through the first few pages of Iron Cloth Shirt and evaluate it yourself. In addition, I also learned Iron Cloth Shirt, and this is the book I read."

"oh?"

The bearded man looked at Chen Pingan with interest.

Although Chen Pingan's face was covered and his appearance could not be clearly seen, his body could not hide it.

Iron cloth shirt, hard work at the outer door!

Practitioners have a majestic physique, a thick body, strong muscles and bones, and full Qi and blood.

Chen Ping'an looked like this, but there was no trace of the iron shirt on his body.

Indeed, I don't know if it is the effect of the golden finger. Although Chen Ping'an's iron cloth shirt has shrunk, he still looks the same as before, and his body shape has not changed much.

"If you don't believe it, you can give it a try!"

Chen Pingan looked at the bearded man in front of him calmly.

"interesting."

The bearded man laughed.

"You said you were practicing Iron Cloth Shirt. So, if you take a punch from me and you can still stand still, I will buy your Iron Cloth Shirt. How about that!?"

"Fighting is prohibited in the black market!"

Chen Pingan said lightly.

"That's right, you coward! Make your bluff more decent next time. With a small body like yours, an iron shirt, and your baby skills!"

The bearded man sneered a few words and was about to leave.

"You can't fight in the black market. If you don't believe it, let's test our strength. If I win, you can buy this iron cloth shirt for ten taels of silver!"

Chen Ping'an's voice rang out, and the bearded man had just taken steps to leave, but after hearing the words, he retracted his steps.

"What if you lose?"

"If you lose, I'll give you one tael of silver."

"Hahaha, I earned a tael of silver for nothing. How can we compare our strength?"

"Easy, just fight!" Chen Pingan said calmly.

"Okay! Let's compete with me, if you are ambitious!"

The beard showed off his arms, which were as thick as ordinary human thighs.

"Just go there!"

Chen Pingan pointed to a stone not far away.

"Okay, let's go!"