I can't be a demon

[Do you want to spend 1 point to master the Iron Shirt]

Shen Lian closed the secret book and rejected the prompt on the profession panel.

Are you kidding? I, Shen Lian, have been strong all my life. Why do I need to rely on deep blue to add points to practice martial arts?

Bai Haibo thought Shen Lian still had some concerns, so he comforted him: "In fact, horizontal training is not the only choice. Don't be embarrassed. I just made an immature suggestion..."

"Master Bai, you are right. I should try horizontal training."

Bai Haibo smiled, "You should focus on improving your flesh training now. Horizontal training can be put off until you break through the bottleneck. Then you will have more strength."

Shen Lian put the secret book close to his body and then asked: "Iron Shirt is not a superior martial art, right? Is there any place to get a better horizontal training secret book? It doesn't matter if I spend money."

To be precise, Iron Shirt is barely inferior.

Every martial arts hall in Yanliang Town has the secret book of Iron Shirt, but there are only a handful of martial artists who are willing to contact it, and they are all from poor families.

Bai Haibo hesitated and squeezed out two words from his teeth after a long time.

"Ghost Market."

"Is there a ghost market in Yanliang Town?"

Shen Lian understood the meaning of the ghost market, which generally refers to underground transactions that are not allowed to see the light of day. He did not expect that there is also one in such a small place as Yanliang Town.

"Well..."

Bai Haibo added vaguely: "The ghost market opens on the 15th of every month. The government knows about the ghost market, but they have never paid attention to it. It has existed for decades."

"I entered it by mistake earlier, and then went in and out three times. Well, it is not safe, but it is not too dangerous if you follow the rules."

Shen Lian nodded slightly.

It is more convenient than obtaining martial arts from gangs or martial arts halls. Even if you are a martial artist, you cannot escape unscathed if you are involved in the open and secret struggles of various forces.

"The black market is in Lantian Street in the Nancheng District of Yanliang Town. I will tell you the specific taboos. You must be careful when you go in and out."

"Lantian Street."

Shen Lian repeated it several times.

The Nancheng District is in a special position in Yanliang Town. Because the South Gate is close to the mountains, the residents gathered there are mainly miners.

There are all kinds of people there, and the buildings are old and messy.

But it's okay. As long as it's within the scope of Yanliang Town and there is a government office, Shen Lian doesn't think that the South City District is so dangerous that strangers should stay away.

Bai Haibo sighed imperceptibly beside him.

Ghost Market.

The ghost market he was talking about is not the ghost market of ordinary people, but the real [Ghost Market].

Bai Haibo didn't remind Shen Lang, and there was no way to remind him. If you don't know the true face of the ghost market, you won't be deeply involved in it.

Once you know it, it will be a deadly place.

Bai Haibo remembered that the last time he entered the ghost market was five years ago.

When he found the strangeness of the ghost market, he felt a chill even when he was a thousand meters away from the South City District. How could he not attract the attention of demons?

Since then, he has never set foot in the ghost market again.

And Bai Haibo heard that demons with profound Taoism can even hide quietly in the town, invisibly affecting the [cognition] of mortals.

Thinking of this.

Bai Haibo couldn't help but tremble, and suddenly the nine-eared demon in the alley flashed in his mind. Could it be... related to his apprentice?

Well, I thought too much. How could a demon deliberately hide itself to protect a mortal?

"Shen Lian, the ghost market was founded by... an alchemist, and it is somewhat mysterious."

Bai Haibo pushed the ghost market onto the alchemist to prevent Shen Lian from being suspicious.

Then, he talked about the strange taboos of the ghost market, and Shen Lian remembered them one by one.

Whether to go to the ghost market, Shen Lian still had to see how efficient the practice of horizontal training was, and whether the self-proclaimed innate horizontal training holy body could play a role.

After he and the Bai family father and son finished lunch, they got up and left the martial arts hall.

The street finally had some people.

It is estimated that in a few days, the incident of Zhu Sanxing will also become a rumor, and there may be similar records in the newly compiled Caotang Miscellaneous Notes.

As soon as Shen Lian returned to the pawnshop, he went straight to the open space in the backyard.

The aroma of medicinal food filled the air.

"Ah~"

The starling seemed a little impatient and was very interested in the chicken soup boiled with medicinal materials. It was estimated that the plump body was also because of eating too much.

Shen Lian served a bowl of soup to the starling, and then quickly finished the medicinal meal.

"It's still comfortable at home."

Shen Lian digested the nutrients while basking in the sun and resting his mind. At the same time, he practiced the Zhulang Posture and secretly impacted the realm of flesh training.

The waiter naturally helped to take care of the heat of the medicinal meal.

One set of medicinal materials can be boiled into four medicinal meals. After the medicinal power is exhausted, the waiter will add it again, so there is no need to worry too much.

Shen Lian's life is like this. He only practices boxing once every two hours.

The Jichao Fist consumes too much nutrients. He must focus on building the foundation. The subsequent Iron Shirt will also have a higher priority than the fighting method.

There is no way, it is inevitable to make choices.

Fortunately, the perfect Zhulang Posture can make the comprehension of Jichao Fist more effective with half the effort, but it still takes time to break through the small success.

"Anyway, there are surplus points. If you encounter danger, just force yourself to upgrade your boxing skills."

Shen Lian found a legitimate reason to play badly, and soon fell asleep in the warm winter sun in the afternoon, snoring faintly.

He played badly for two days in a row.

Only Wang Laohui gave him a good advice, but after seeing the power of Shen Lian's boxing, he never mentioned the hard work of martial arts again.

Shen Lian did not pay attention to the progress of skin refining, but paid attention to the warrior profession.

Unknowingly, it has reached 81.4%.

Mainly thanks to the second batch of pickled fish sent by Grandpa Ma Yi.

In the state of martial arts practice that ordinary warriors dare not imagine, Shen Lian ushered in the opportunity for a breakthrough.

"Hmm."

Shen Lian suddenly woke up.

He jumped up from the armchair, swallowed the remaining medicinal food whole, and then stood in the courtyard.

Shen Lian's skin flushed, and the strength wrapped in the blood and qi constantly washed the skin.

Scales emerged one after another.

Shen Lian was naked, like a mermaid in mythology, crystal clear sweat dripped on the ground, and the water turned into mist.

Bang.

There was a muffled sound on the ground, and cracks spread out.

Shen Lian opened his mouth, inhaled the long air into his body, and when he exhaled, the condensed white smoke was two meters long.

The total amount of Zhulangjin in Dantian doubled, just like a shallow pond.

The effect of refining the skin was sharply reduced, and the toughness of the skin reached the extreme of a martial artist.

Shen Lian's flesh and blood actively accepted Zhulangjin, but it was limited to the fascia. If he wanted to spread it all over his flesh and blood, his current practice was obviously not enough.

The occupation panel was revealed.

[Realm: Foundation Building (Refining Flesh)]

Shen Lian took another firm step towards becoming a warrior, his joy was beyond words.

He couldn't help but practice a set of wave-beating fist techniques in the courtyard, and suddenly there was a whistling fist wind sweeping, and the power increased by at least 50%.

In a good mood, Shen Lian practiced boxing until the night fell.

He restrained his breath and planned to go back to the house to stabilize the wave-chasing power.

As soon as he left the courtyard, Shen Lian ran into Wang Lao head-on.

"Young Master, there is a reply letter from Gaojia Town, signed by the master."

Chapter 19 New Year's Day, strangers are not allowed to approach

The sky gradually darkened, and the lights in Yanliang Town went out one after another.

Although the government office had lifted the curfew, the corpse-stripping case still made the people feel uneasy, and rumors that seemed true or false were fermenting.

Bai Haibo had not fallen asleep yet, sorting out the expenses of the martial arts hall for a year.

Suddenly.