Chapter 25 The skill is obtained!

"Exotic animal fur, I haven't seen it for a long time."

"Yes! Yes! It looks like a wolf-like monster. It should be an adult."

The noisy discussions around him made Liang Hui frown slightly.

"Two hundred and sixty taels, pay now."

Although he had a bad impression of the young man who had just appeared, he still agreed. After all, he still agreed to it if he could earn more money.

"Get it."

The young man took out a small bag of silver from his pocket and threw it over while laughing.

The next moment, he reached out and grabbed the exotic animal skin on the stall.

Liang Hui felt the weight of the silver bag, and a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes.

Does he look like someone who could be easily bullied?

The spear on his back instantly appeared in his palm, and he drew it towards the young man's outstretched arm without hesitation.

Snapped!
Ah!
The shrill howling echoed around the stalls.

The young man's right arm was twisted irregularly, and he was howling while holding his arm as he backed away.

Liang Hui opened the silver bag in his hand and poured it out.

Pieces of stones painted with silver dye fell to the ground and rolled on the road.

He didn't say anything, but looked at the stall owner and said in a low voice: "Trade!"

"okay!"

From beginning to end, the stall owner wearing a black iron mask crossed his arms across his chest, looking like he was watching a show.

After hearing Liang Hui's words, he folded up the exotic animal skins on the stall and put them away.

At the same time, he took out the corresponding silver from his arms, put it into the bag piece by piece under Liang Hui's gaze, and then handed it over.

The young man took the silver and put it in his arms amid various looks from people around him.

Holding the spear, Liang Hui walked out, and suddenly he paused.

“Is it okay to kill people here?”

"The murderer must pay with his life, but you can do anything else!"

A somewhat lazy voice came out from the stall owner's mouth.

The young man who was still howling at the side seemed to realize something and immediately spoke intermittently:
"I'm."

Snapped!
A cold light flashed, and all the teeth and tongue were torn to pieces.

The spear in his hand still did not stop dancing, and it instantly pierced through the young man's shoulder like a long snake, shattering his bones.

Woo! Woo! Woo!
The young man rolled wildly on the ground, blood flowing on the road.

"Next time, please report your identity faster."

As Liang Hui spoke sternly, he had already strode out of the crowd.

The people around also consciously made way for him.

"Another ruthless person has come. If it weren't for the black market rules, the first shot would have gone straight through his skull."

"Hey, even if you're not dead now, how long can you live?"

"During this period, Wang Da still dared to rely on the Wang family's status to bully people in the black market. He was simply courting death."

The people around were looking at the young man rolling and wailing on the ground, and were discussing the matter.

the other side.

Liang Hui was walking on the street, and after casually listening to the discussion behind him, he quickened his pace.

As discussed in the conversation, if one could only flee after killing someone in the black market and could not continue trading, he would have smashed the young man's head with the first blow.

Anyone who dares to take away the exotic animal skin that he risked his life for should be prepared to die, and no one is an exception.

While thinking, Liang Hui had already walked far away, and after walking for a while, he stopped in front of a stall. The stall owner was wrapped in a large black robe, and his short body looked a little funny against the black robe, and even his face was covered in the shadow cast by the hood.

Various books are displayed on its stall.

"The Great Dragon Fist", "Emperor Palm", "Invincible Golden Body" and other powerful martial arts and boxing manuals.

The corners of Liang Hui's mouth began to twitch unconsciously. Would anyone really buy these obviously fake skills?

However, Liang Hui's purpose of staying here was certainly not to look at these secret books, but to cast his gaze to the other side of the stall.

Most of the skills displayed on it should be real. After all, the feeling conveyed by the magical power of "entering dreams" cannot be false.

As Liang Hui used and understood his own magical power of "entering dreams", he also made some guesses about the objects that could "enter dreams".

The owner of the object is dead, and the object has stayed by the owner's side all year round, so it should be able to serve as a medium for entering dreams.

Therefore, the origin of the martial arts manual with blood stains on one side of the stall is very clear.

"Boss, can I look through the classics? I'll just take a quick look and it won't take up too much time." Liang Hui pointed to the martial arts classics on the side and asked.

"Okay, it seems there are still people who know what's good." The voice that came through was as sharp as the friction of iron sand.

The young man looked calm, and after hearing what was said, he started to look through the books on the side of the stall.

The "Broken Jade Fist" is a martial art that can only be practiced to the level of strengthening the tendons. It is useless!

"Zha Quan" is not as good as the previous one, the level of skin refining has reached the limit.

"Spiritual Ao Step" is a leg exercise, but practicing it will cause irreversible damage to the body, and it is only a martial art at the tendon-strengthening level, so don't do it.

"Baiyun Sword" already uses a spear as a weapon and there is no plan to change it in the short term.

Choose from the martial arts books that can enter dreams.

Liang Hui finally selected three martial arts classics, one of which was a skin-refining martial art called "Hard Qigong". The reason for choosing this martial art was that it could enhance the strength of the skin.

The classics even say that when one has cultivated it to perfection, his skin can withstand attacks at the bone-refining level.

Of course, the fact that there is no damage to the skin does not mean that there is nothing wrong inside, and Liang Hui can still notice this.

There is also a martial art called "Six-Star Link Arrows" which improves archery skills.

The remaining technique is a tendon-strengthening martial art called "Tiger Palm". Although it is only a tendon-strengthening martial art, it involves the future path he has planned.

The thoughts in my mind were not revealed on my face, but it didn’t matter if they were, since no one could see.

"Boss, just these three."

The figure in the wide black robe raised his head slightly, then lowered it again.

"Sixty-five taels. Take it if you want it. No bargaining."

"Knowledge about martial arts is so valuable!" Liang Hui sighed in his heart.

You have to know that this is still being bought and sold on the black market, and the price through normal channels is almost double that.

"Okay, but since this is such a big deal, boss, please give us some small gifts."

As he spoke, Liang Hui pointed to some stone carvings, wood carvings, and exotic flowers and rocks placed in the middle of the stall.

"Sure, you can take one if you want, they're just some small things."

After hearing this, Liang Hui did not hesitate and directly took out an object that could be perceived as entering a dream - a small stone sculpture.

The moment you hold the stone sculpture, a scrutinizing gaze appears in your perception.

At some point, the stall owner raised his head, revealing a wrinkled chin, although the upper half of his face could not be seen clearly.

But Liang Hui clearly felt that the stall owner was looking at him.

"Is there any problem? Stall owner, how about changing one?" Liang Hui tossed the small stone sculpture in his hand and chuckled.

"Take it if you like it. It's not a valuable item."

Hoarse words were passed between the two people.

Liang Hui held three martial arts books in one hand and a stone sculpture in the other, gazing at the stall owner with deep eyes.

(End of this chapter)