The Great Martial Saint!

Chapter 19 Black Market
Chen Pingan knew the location of the black market.

I took him there once when Old Chen was still around. Although the black market was chaotic, with Old Chen around, safety was guaranteed.

The black market was located in a remote alley in Nanquanli Lane. At the end of the alley, there was a large open space. Due to the tacit agreement of various forces, there were no people around.

Chen Ping'an was walking quickly in the alley, carrying a book and an axe hidden under his clothes.

Even at night, there would still be night patrol officers from the Pacification Office on every street and alley in Nanquanlixiang.

Compared to daytime, the number and shifts of night patrol officers are much smaller, and they usually carry a gong. If anything happens, they will immediately ring it to give a warning.

Chen Pingan was naturally clear about the ins and outs of this.

Even for him, it would be his turn to go on night patrol once a month or so.

Every night patrol is done in pairs, looking after each other.

Fearing that he would be discovered by the night patrol officers, Chen Pingan walked very carefully. Now that his Qi and blood were perfect, his coordination and endurance were greatly enhanced.

Thanks to luck and his careful precautions, he did not encounter any night patrol officers along the way.

There was a burly man guarding the entrance of the black market. Seeing Chen Pingan, who was already covered, coming over, he said expressionlessly.

"You have to pay two small coins to enter the market. Fighting is prohibited inside, otherwise you will bear the consequences at your own risk!"

Chen Ping'an was well prepared for this. He paid two small coins without saying a word and walked into the black market.

The black market was quite lively, with many people coming and going. However, most of them were wearing masks, hoods, or hats. They were basically wearing hidden gear.

Chen Pingan avoided these people intentionally or unintentionally and looked at the situation around him.

There were stalls set up at regular intervals on both sides. Spreading a piece of cloth on the ground and putting some things on it was considered a stall.

The black market was not big, so Chen Pingan took a quick look around and found that there were all kinds of things for sale.

There are people selling antiques and curios, swords and spears, soft armor and leather armor, and some selling ginseng.
Chen Ping'an also saw someone selling a small crossbow.

This is a powerful thing, a controlled device!
With it, even an ordinary person, if the timing is right, can seriously injure or even kill those who have embarked on the journey of martial arts practice.

Even though Chen Ping'an's qi and blood have reached the perfect level and his skin is as thin as cowhide, he is still unable to withstand the power of the crossbow arrows.

Although the crossbow arrows were powerful, Chen Ping was calm and had no intention of asking around. He came here for only one purpose, which was to sell the iron shirt.

He found a slightly empty spot, put down the hand-copied version of the Iron Shirt technique, and sat down cross-legged.

Although he was anxious to sell it, he didn't think of looking for people to promote it to.

If we do this, firstly, the risk will be much greater, and secondly, the price of the Iron Shirt will be wasted.

Most of the people who come to the black market are scheming and have doubts about the authenticity of his skills. If he actively promotes it, it will seem too eager, which will make them even more unconvinced.

Instead of doing that, it’s better to wait here.

Not long after Chen Pingan sat down, a man came to the stall.

The man was short and fat, wearing a black suit and a conical hat.

"What is this thing for sale?"

"Martial arts technique, Iron Shirt!"

Chen Pingan raised his head and glanced at him indifferently with a cold look.

"Tsk, the book is so simple to bind, if you say it is a martial arts technique, then it is a martial arts technique!"

The man sneered.

However, having said that, he actually squatted down and planned to look through the book.

Snapped!
Chen Ping'an's hand was as swift as the wind, and he slapped away the other person's outstretched hand.

"Don't touch it if you don't buy it!"

Chen Ping'an's move frightened the short and fat man in the bamboo hat.

"If you don't want to look, then don't look. Why are you hitting me?"

He grumbled and walked away angrily.

"At least I have started practicing martial arts!"

The stall owner looked frail and weak, so he originally wanted to take advantage of him and maybe get something good out of him, but he didn't expect that he turned out to be a ruthless person.

After the short fat man in the bamboo hat left, people came to ask him what he was selling from time to time. But most of them just asked and had no intention of buying. After more than half an hour, Chen Ping'an still hadn't sold the iron shirt.

"The black market is really cautious about transactions, especially when it comes to martial arts techniques. Do I really have to ask Houtou and the others to borrow some money tomorrow?"

Just as Chen Ping'an was thinking, a figure stood in front of the stall.

The figure was burly, not wearing a mask, with a full beard and sparkling eyes. He looked like someone who was not to be trifled with.

"What are you selling?"

"Iron Shirt."

Chen Pingan glanced at the other party and felt a hint of threat. However, from the feeling, it seemed that he had not yet reached the first level of Qi and Blood Perfection.

His whole body is full of energy and blood. I'm afraid he has mastered the art of martial arts.

"There are so many fakes on the black market, how can you guarantee that your technique is genuine!?"

The bearded man looked at Chen Pingan.

Realizing that the other party seemed to be sincere in wanting to buy it, Chen Pingan really set his eyes on him.

"You can look up the first few pages of Iron Shirt and make your own assessment. Besides, I also learned Iron Shirt by reading this book."

"Oh?"

The bearded man looked at Chen Pingan with interest.

Although Chen Ping'an's face was covered and his appearance could not be seen clearly, his physique could not be hidden.

Iron shirt, external hard skills!

Practitioners have strong physiques, solid bodies, strong tendons and bones, and abundant qi and blood.

Looking at Chen Ping'an's appearance, there is no sign of him practicing Iron Shirt at all.

Indeed, I don’t know if it’s the effect of the golden finger, but although Chen Ping’an’s iron shirt has been improved, he still looks the same as before, and his body shape has not changed much.

"If you don't believe it, you can try it!"

Chen Ping'an looked calmly at the bearded man in front of him.

"interesting."

The bearded man laughed.

"You said you were practicing Iron Shirt. So, if you can stand up after taking my punch, I will buy your Iron Shirt. How about it!?"

"No fighting is allowed in the black market!"

Chen Pingan said calmly.

"Tsk, you coward! Next time you bluff someone, make it sound more presentable. With your small body, iron vest, and baby skills, you're just fine!"

The bearded man sneered a few times and was about to leave.

"You can't fight in the black market. If you don't believe me, let's have a contest of strength. If I win, you can buy this Iron Shirt for ten taels of silver!"

Chen Ping'an's voice was heard. The bearded man, who had just taken a step to leave, retracted his steps after hearing his words.

"What if you lose?"

"If you lose, I'll give you one or two taels of silver."

"Hahaha, a tael of silver earned for nothing. How can we compare in strength?"

"Keep it simple, just arm wrestling!" Chen Pingan said calmly.

"Alright! Arm wrestle with me, you're ambitious!"

The bearded man showed off his arms which were as thick as an ordinary man's thighs.

"Let's go there!"

Chen Pingan pointed to a stone not far away.

"Okay, let's go!"

(End of this chapter)