Practicing magical skills by mistake will cause chaos in the world

Luoyang is located in Yuzhou, the heart of Jiuzhou.

It was already August, and the streets were wide and lined with willow trees that almost reached the ground. The hot summer wind blows, and the wicker blows on people's faces, which makes people irritated.

In the tooth market in Dongcheng, Guan Shan sat cross-legged on the ground with a grass sign on his head to indicate that he was being sold.

The person who sells him is himself.

Selling yourself is not uncommon in the dental market.

Some people are desperate and sell themselves as slaves to others just to survive.

Some people sold their bodies to bury their fathers and their mothers.

But people like Guan Shan are still rare.

Because he is a strong man, a strong man who has perfected the Qi and Blood test. After completing the Spirit test, he will become a true warrior.

In the world of martial arts, a true martial artist is considered a member of the world. He can earn a living anywhere without having to sell himself out.

If that doesn't work, you can open an ice shop or something, so you won't starve to death.

But Guan Shan just wants to sell himself. The reason why he sells is very simple. He wants to continue practicing martial arts.

No big sect in Luoyang is willing to take him in, and the average small sect can't afford to support him. As for any gang, he doesn't like it at all.

However, the reality was very different from what he imagined.

He looked helplessly at the circle of warblers and swallows in front of him. They were all rich women from Luoyang City.

"Brother, come with me! I have a street in my house, which is enough to support you!" A slightly fat woman about forty years old said with shining eyes to Guan Shan who was sitting on the ground.

In the past few days, she had heard from her good sisters that a top product had come to the tooth market in Dongcheng!

"Don't listen to him, come with me! When I get back, I will divorce my loser, and you will be the head of the house from now on. Isn't it beautiful that my husband will follow his wife?" Another pretty woman in her thirties was flirting with Guan Shan. Said with eyes.

"And me! And me, who doesn't know the voice of my Li family in Luoyang City! Come back with me, and I will find you whatever kind of martial arts you can practice after you go back..."

"I have the martial arts "Futon Heart Sutra" passed down from my family, and I can practice it with the officials..."

"Bah! He is mine, how can you call me an official?"

"Yes, yes! You are so shameless!"

Three women are a drama, but what about a bunch of women?

It's a disaster!

Guan Shan looked at the women, all dressed in silk and satin, full of jewels and gold hairpins, and started fighting as they talked.

He moved back a little to prevent those people from fighting and splattering him with blood.

These women came from wealthy families in the city and were more tyrannical than ordinary gang leaders.

The wooden sign that he had written in his own hand with the crooked characters "Sell yourself, as long as you can practice martial arts" was trampled into the dirt by this group of people.

Practicing martial arts is so difficult!

At this time, he saw a man squatting there and carefully pulling out the wooden sign from the soil, and then chanting: "Bao Ziyi, as long as you can practice silk binding martial arts!"

"It's 'sell yourself, as long as you can practice martial arts'!" Guan Shan said defensively.

Where did this illiteracy come from?

The man he was sizing up.

This man was not tall, slightly shorter than him. He was wearing a black robe with no gold or jade decoration. The corners of the robe were somewhat damaged. The clothes on my body were covered with dust, but my face and hands were clean.

This is a master!

He looks ordinary, but his eyes are very special, and his eyes are relatively clear, unlike any other person Guan Shan has ever seen.

Behind him was a package and something wrapped in a long strip, which looked like a weapon.

It should be a warrior from outside.

Guan Shan defined it in his mind.

Shi Feizhe looked at the wooden sign with a speechless expression. The word was too difficult to recognize.

The word "sell" is written almost like "treasure", and the word "practice" is written like "tow".

Can ghosts be recognized?

He looked at the strong man in front of him. He was about 1.8 meters tall, and his naked upper body was covered with bronze and strong muscles.

Those exaggerated chest muscles made Shi Feizhe lament that there is no protein powder in this world!

Coupled with his rich-looking appearance and curly hair, it's no wonder there are so many people watching here.

"Why are you selling yourself?" Shi Feizhe asked.

Based on his understanding of the world, martial arts training is the only way to gain power.

Real-world masters are approximately equal to senior city officials in prefecture-level cities.

Zhou Tian is roughly equivalent to the director of a certain bureau.

Qi Hai is roughly equivalent to the section chief of a certain bureau.

Seeing the truth is equivalent to being a section member or something.

The person in front of me was almost a real person. He had to be a college student no matter what.

It's quite reasonable for a college student to sell himself to work as a cow or a horse...

"I want to practice martial arts! I want to become the best master in the world!" Guan Shan said seriously.

"Huh?" Shi Feizhe was stunned.

He has been in the martial arts world for so long, and this is the first time he has heard of someone practicing martial arts in order to become the best in the world, especially a rookie.

"I want to be the best in the world!" Guan Shan said seriously again!

"Oh~ but you are almost thirty now, and you haven't seen Zhen Guan yet!" Shi Feizhe said.

When a warrior passes thirty-five, his vitality declines and it becomes difficult to see his true nature.

"I am twenty-eight this year, and there are still one hundred and twenty-one years left until I am one hundred and forty-nine. If you do something in one hundred and twenty-one years, it should be possible!" Guan Shan said seriously.

He really thinks so.

There is always someone who is number one in the world, why can't that person be him.

"You have great courage and great ambition!" Shi Feizhe gave a thumbs up and said, "In that case, I will pay for you! Because I will open a martial arts academy in the future so that it will not be that difficult for people in the world to practice martial arts!"

Guan Shanzai looked at Shi Feizhe carefully and said, "Are you okay?"

"? You have medicine!" Shi Feizhe rolled his eyes at him and said, "I didn't even say you were sick!"

"My goal is really achievable, so I'm not sick!" Guan Shan shook his head and said, "But you... forget it, don't say it anymore."

"..."

Niang Xipi, you are so picky, no wonder you are surrounded by rich women!

How are you selling yourself? You are obviously looking for a sect for yourself!

However, such a pure martial artist is exactly what Shi Feizhe needs to open a martial arts academy.

There are too many people chasing fame and fortune in the world, and too few people purely practicing martial arts.

"I see that your blood energy is full, but you don't have a good way to think about it now, right?" Shi Feizhe said as he saw that Guan Shan's blood energy was full, but there was no true energy.

"Yeah!" Guan Shan nodded and admitted frankly.

This was not hidden, anyone with a discerning eye could see his condition.

"What are you visualizing now?" Shi Feizhe asked.

Guan Shan didn't want to say it at first, but when he saw Shi Feizhe waving his hands to cut off the surrounding sounds, he knew he had underestimated Shi Feizhe.

"It's the six-winged angel!"

"Huh? What the hell?" Shi Feizhe was stunned. He didn't expect that there was such a thing in the world.

Practicing martial arts can gain power, which is the main reason for Jianghu's madness. Practicing the wrong martial arts is the result of the mistake, but it is not the cause. (If you practice martial arts and become a local leader, book lovers may be crazier than book lovers.)