Martial arts master: My aptitude depends entirely on the pile of exercises

"Although the Sanhe Sect was not as good as the top ten sects back then, it was not weak at all. With this joint strike technique, it was considered a little prestigious. Even the Dagan court once asked us for this exercise. It's a pity... ..."

Jiao Jishan sighed, quite regrettable.

Yang Can's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "Dagan also has this skill?"

In his opinion, if this technique is used in the army, it can be described as extremely tyrannical.

First of all, the grade is not high, and the top grade of the yellow rank is not too difficult, even if the people with low aptitude spend more time, there is hope to master it.

It's not like the Mystic class, with low aptitude, it's even difficult to get started.

Then there is the astonishing power that can be erupted under the joint attack of the three, which must not be underestimated on the battlefield!

But immediately, he frowned slightly, if Dagan really had such skills, how could he be defeated by Dachu?Can't even lift your head?

Sure enough, Jiao Jishan smiled and said:

"Hehe, although the major sects are doing their own thing and have constant conflicts, they are extremely united in this matter. At that time, even without our voice, the ten major sects took the initiative to send a letter to Dagan, asking them to stop such behavior."

Yang Can nodded to express his understanding.

Once this matter is successfully opened, it can no longer be stopped.

Maybe Daqian will be like Dachu, requiring all sects to hand in their exercises, which is something that every sect is unwilling to see.

At this time, Jiao Yaoshan spoke again, and said faintly:

"Chan'er, there is only one way for you to obtain this exercise..."

Yang Can frowned, as he had expected:

"Three big competitions?"

"Not bad!" Jiao Yashan nodded, and said in a deep voice:

"In this big competition, the three cases have an appointment first! No matter who loses or wins, they will be re-merged!

And the one who gets the leader will not only get the complete combined attack technique, but also become the sole heir of the new triad sect!After breaking through the realm of the first rank, directly ascend the throne and take charge of the three veins! "

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Chapter 88 Journey to the Black Market!The name of Yang Can!

"Is it the three great competitions..." Yang Can nodded, already knowing it in his heart.

He was going to participate in this matter, and the joint attack technique was just a small addition to him, which was better than nothing, after all, he couldn't divide it into three people to practice this technique.

On the contrary, he is the only heir of Sanhezong... If his subordinates can control some power, it would be good to do things well.

But these are all things to say, and there is still some time before the three big competitions.

Yang Can's problem now is that he has no new exercises in his hands, which means that his aptitude has stagnated.

After thinking about it, he said directly:

"Master, I have already understood this matter.

In addition, I don't know if there is a place that sells exercises in Wanliu City? "

Jiao Yashan didn't even need to think about it, and immediately replied:

"Places like Fangshi and Zhenbaotang..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Can interrupted with a smile and waved his hand:

"Master, there's no need to talk about these common ones, I've been there a long time ago."

Yang Can has already visited all the common places selling exercises in Wanliu City.

It can be said that he has basically seen all the exercises that can be bought in the market, some of which are paid for by himself, and some are provided by outer disciples.

Of course, it is limited to middle and low-grade Huang-level exercises, and the price will be a bit expensive if you go up, and the top-grade Huang-level skills will cost about a thousand taels.

And above the Xuan level, there is a price but no market, and it may not be possible to buy it.

Therefore, this time he asked, he was not looking for this kind of formal sales place, but he wanted to find a dark place like the black market to see if he could get other gains.

Jiao Yashan thought for a while and then said:

"If you really have some ideas, you can go to the old house on Tianfeng Street in the east of the city at noon tonight, the third from the left."

"Although the prices of the things sold there are a bit more expensive, some exercises are usually not seen in the market. Most of their goods come from the shady way of stealing or snatching, or they can also be said to be selling stolen goods. .”

Yang Can knew it, and before leaving, he suddenly asked with a smile:

"Does the Flying Hunting Sect not care about this?"

Jiao Jishan couldn't help laughing and said:

"It doesn't matter what they do, whether it's open business or underground business, someone needs to do it, and we just take the money."

He then reminded one more sentence:

"By the way, don't get too excited even if you see my Flying Hunting Sect's skills in it. After all, the other party has paid money, and they will naturally give us a list when the time comes to settle accounts after autumn."

"understood."

Yang Can left with a smile, and arrived at Wanliucheng's home not long after.

He changed into a loose robe and covered his head with a hood. Seeing that it was already midnight, he set off for Tianfeng Street in the east of the city.

The old house, third from the left, looks very dilapidated, the walls are covered with plants, and there is a musty smell from a distance.

As soon as Yang Can approached, two men in black came out from the shadows.

They have a good breath, and their strength is estimated to be around the seventh-rank martial artist.

One of them took the initiative to hand over a round white mask:

"Master Yang, please take it with you, and don't do anything in it, or you will bear the consequences."

"You know me?" Yang Can was a little surprised.

The man in black shook his head and said respectfully:

"I don't know, but it's rare to see people with your stature and strength in the city..."

Indeed, Yang Can's height of more than two meters, coupled with a burly body of muscles, stands out from the crowd in Wanliu City.

Not to mention Wanliu City, the entire Flying Hunting Sect, only the Great Elder Xue Yishan can compare with him.

Yang Can was helpless, after taking the mask, he laughed at himself again:

"In that case, what's the use of this thing?"

The man in black coughed twice, obviously embarrassed:

"Ahem, this is our rule here."

Hearing this, Yang Can had no choice but to cover his face with his hand, and then walked into the old house under the guidance of one person.

With a bang, the wall was pulled open from the inside, and a small door that was not easy to be noticed was installed here.

"Young Master Yang, please, there are three exits at the end of the room. When you leave, you can choose whatever you want."

Yang Can stepped into it, and after passing through a not-so-long corridor that meanders down, his vision suddenly opened up.

There is another world here, and you can't see the head at a glance. The top is full of dark soil, and there are even some vegetation roots that protrude. It is obviously a place dug out of the ground manually.

The whole place is about three or four meters wide, and there are people selling stalls on both sides. Every ten steps, there is a man in black wearing a silver mask and holding a knife.

Presumably, the host made a special arrangement to maintain order here.

In addition, like Yang Can, there are many customers wearing white masks who are choosing their favorite goods.

Yang Can stared at it for a while, then walked to the first stall, luckily, there happened to be four books of exercises here, he knelt down and was about to pick up one and read it for a while.

"Hey, let's see, don't do anything! If you want anything, just say it, pay for it and deliver it."

It was the stall owner sitting inside who spoke.

This person wore a pig's head mask, and took a pipe and put it into the pig's mouth vigorously, smoking and exhaling made the pig's head smoke from all seven orifices.

Yang Can couldn't help being stunned for a moment and said:

"Then how can I be sure that there is no problem with this exercise?"

"Are you new here?" The pig's head stall owner pointed his pipe at the man in black with a knife next to him and said:

"Have you seen those people? If there is a problem with something, just go to them directly."

Yang Can glanced at the other party suspiciously, got up and asked the two men in black respectively, and then got affirmative answers.

The black market has warranties on what it sells.

However, this so-called guarantee is limited to the time of this purchase.

In other words, if the things you bought went out of the black market and found the problem, and then returned, then they will ignore it.

Yang Can went back to the pig-headed shop owner, and quickly picked out two middle-grade yellow-level kung fu books that he hadn't seen before.

When asking the price, the pig-head stall owner smiled and stretched out three fingers:

"If someone else comes to buy it, at least this amount, but since it is Mr. Yang, how about I charge a cost price of two thousand five?"

Yang Can touched the mask on his face helplessly, it was as if he didn't wear it...

He didn't say much, just paid for it.

The stall owner said it well, but the price is naturally higher than outside, but it is still within the acceptable range.

After getting the cheat book, Yang Can checked it on the spot and made sure there was no problem before moving on.

There are many kinds of things sold here, the most are some medicinal materials, and then there are exercises, and even some news can be bought here.

However, its authenticity cannot be guaranteed.

Yang Can wandered around for a while, and now he has four more books in his hands, all of which are in the middle and lower levels of the yellow class, which means he has more than ten points of aptitude.

And the black market is only halfway there.

In addition, Yang Can found that just after a short while, many people were already staring at him.

He didn't care either, he just went shopping by himself, and if someone really didn't have a good eye and delivered it to his door, he didn't mind sending him on the road.

Not long after, there were three more cheat books in his hand.

Seeing that Yang Can had come to the end, he found an exit and wanted to leave.

There happened to be a tall and thin man who planned the same as him.

Seeing someone walking with him, the man nervously touched the black cloth package in his arms with only a small corner exposed, and then rushed out.

Yang Can chuckled, was he afraid that he would rob him?

He shook his head, ignored the other party, and walked away leisurely.

These exercises in hand are only at the yellow level, so it won't take too much time.

He didn't intend to rush back to the sect either, so he just found a place in Wanliu City to practice for a while, and if he was fast enough, he might be able to come to the black market again...

Of course, don't even think about returning the goods. As a seller, it is still possible to sell these exercises.

As soon as he left for a while, two people followed out furtively.

One of them glanced left and right, pointed to the left and said:

"Brother, come this way, I see that big man bought a lot of exercises! He didn't even pay back the price, he must be a fat sheep..."

Before the words fell, the elder brother next to him raised his hand and gave him a mouthful:

"You're looking for death! Don't you know Yang Can, the disciple of the Feihun clan? You're a fat sheep! Do you dare to follow and believe that he slaughtered you like a fat sheep?"

The little brother was startled, and took off his mask with a look of astonishment:

"Ah? Brother, you can recognize this mask? You can't smell it with your nose, right?"

"Fart! Use your brain!" The elder brother scolded and snorted coldly:

"Hmph, I saw him from a distance last time at his father Yang Rong's funeral. With this body type, is there another one in Wanliu City? Let alone wearing a mask, even wearing a woman's clothes is useless!"

"rational!"

The younger brother quickly praised it.

The eldest brother pointed in the direction where the thin man left, and said: