Martial arts immortality, my practice has experience

"This feeling of power..."

Chen Pingan realized it in the yard for a while, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"very nice!"

He walked straight into the kitchen, looked at the water tank filled with more than half of the water, put his hands together and exerted force.

Suddenly, the water jar was lifted up by him.

Although their water tank is not particularly large, it will definitely not weigh less than 300 kilograms when half of the tank is filled with water.

"Brother! How is your strength..."

Chen Erya, who saw this scene completely, covered his mouth and exclaimed.

She was surprised.

When did my brother become so powerful?

"There's still energy left!"

After Chen Pingan felt it for a while, he put down the water tank. He turned his head, looked at Chen Erya, and smiled.

"Practice martial arts!"

"Practice martial arts..."

Chen Erya still had shock on her face.

My brother has only been practicing martial arts for a few days! How come...

Xu Shi saw Chen Erya's doubts, and Chen Ping'an added another sentence.

"Your brother and I are the only martial arts geniuses in the world!"

Yes, in less than ten days, he went from an ordinary person to a martial arts practitioner with perfect Qi and Blood. Such speed is not genius, so what is it?

"When Qi and blood are perfected, your strength becomes stronger!"

"Try again to see the changes after Iron Cloth Shirt is completed!"

Chen Pingan's upper body was naked and his blood was surging. He slapped his chest.

The first palm had no confidence, so he only used half of his strength.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, like being hit on cowhide.

Chen Ping'an only felt a slight shock in his chest, not much.

"Come again!"

This time, Chen Pingan increased his strength and struck down with another palm.

Bang! It was still an extremely dull sound. This time, Chen Pingan felt a numbness.

"With perfect Qi and blood, the leather refining is successful, like thin cowhide!"

After several repeated attempts, Chen Pingan finally confirmed his current situation.

Now, his ability to withstand strikes has been greatly enhanced. Perhaps due to the effect of the golden finger, his skin now looks like a normal person, but in fact its defense and resistance are as thin as cowhide.

If it was a delicate little lady, even if she held a knife and slashed at his skin, she might not be able to break it for a while.

It feels like using an ordinary knife to cut the thickest meat on a pig. With normal strength, the skin will definitely not be broken.

At this time, Chen Ping'an was quite similar.

Chen Ping'an gained more than just this. The most valuable thing he gained was the iron cloth shirt fighting experience that he had gained through hard training.

Even though Chen Ping'an has never been in a fight now, in fact, he has a good grasp of all kinds of iron cloth shirt's magical fighting methods.

"This golden finger is really magical."

The iron cloth shirt is a small success, and the Qi and blood are perfect, which means that Chen Ping'an is definitely not inferior to any official officer of Nanquanlixiang Town Fusi.

In fact, in terms of overall strength, he can be ranked above the average among official officers.

After all, some official servants in Nanquanlixiang Town Fusi have begun to enter the period of decline of Qi and blood.

"When the Qi and blood levels are complete, it's time to go to the black market."

Go to the black market!

This was what Chen Pingan had planned from the beginning.

He owes Young Master Hu of the Tiger Head Gang ten taels of silver. If the normal loan period is one year, it is not difficult to pay it back with interest, given his monthly salary and frugality.

But Mr. Tiger's situation has changed now. In ten days, he needs to pay back a total of fourteen taels of silver including principal and interest.

Now that Chen Ping'an doesn't have the strength to lift the table, he can only pay back the money peacefully.

In ten days, I want to collect enough money.

The fastest way is to go to the black market and sell the iron cloth shirt, a martial arts technique!

Yes, martial arts iron cloth shirt!

Although he did not bring out the book that recorded the iron cloth shirt, the content of the exercises was recorded by Golden Finger.

A few days ago, he bought paper and pen and had already finished writing the exercises. It was also simply woven with thin ropes to make a crude version of the book.

No matter how ordinary the iron cloth shirt is, it is still a martial arts book that can help you get started in martial arts. Even if it is a hand-copied version, it is not difficult to sell it for a few taels of silver.

However, if it is the normal version, he can go to the treasure pavilion in the county to sell it. But if you want to distribute the hand-copied version, you can only go to the black market.

There are many gangs in Nanquan Lane, and there are also gangsters and gangsters who make a fortune and take advantage of other people from all walks of life.

If you want to circulate and trade some shady stuff, you naturally need some secret channels. It was in this context that the black market came into being.

Regarding the existence of the black market, Nanquanlixiang Town Fusi turned a blind eye. As long as it doesn't go too far, it is allowed to exist.

However, since it is a black market, it means risks.

This is also the reason why Chen Pingan has not gone to the black market and has to wait until today.

Now that he has achieved a little success in his iron cloth shirt, his Qi and blood are at full level, and his ability to protect himself has been greatly improved.

Even if he faced two or three strong men with swords in their hands, as long as he had not yet entered martial arts practice, he could easily deal with them and even kill them.

Going to the black market and selling hand-made iron cloth shirts was the last link in his plan, and it was also the confidence he needed to pay off his debt tomorrow.

This time, it is inevitable!

Since he was going to the black market, he needed to keep it in good condition, so Chen Ping'an did not get stuck and continued to practice the iron cloth shirt.

"Nanny, my brother needs to go out for something."

Chen Pingan said to Chen Erya beside him.

The little girl has not recovered from what she just did to move the water tank.

"Ah, it's so late, where is brother going?"

"black market."

Hearing this, the little girl frowned. Although she is young, she also knows where the black market is.

"It's so chaotic there, this night..."

The little girl said worriedly.

Chen Ping'an stepped forward and rubbed the little girl's head vigorously, making her hair a mess before stopping.

"It's okay. You saw it just now. My brother's current strength is no joke. It's very safe."

"Well, it seems so...but..."

The little girl hesitated.

"Nanny, don't worry. My brother will definitely be back in two hours at most."

Chen Pingan comforted.

"Well, then. Brother, be careful."

The little girl pouted and reluctantly agreed.

In fact, she also knew that her brother was going out to do serious things. Just out of worry, she still stopped him.

After comforting Chen Erya, Chen Pingan put on a dark tights and brought a piece of black cloth with him to cover his face later.

Just as he was about to go out, he thought for a while and felt uneasy, so he took a woodcutter with him, and then walked out of the courtyard with a handwritten version of the iron cloth shirt in his arms.

"Nanny, remember to put the crossbar on the door latch and wait for your brother to come back."

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