I can't be a demon.

Chapter 18: Advancement of Flesh Refining
Shen Lian flipped through the Iron Shirt and found that the content was indeed very superficial.

The Iron Shirt only involves the acupoints that need to be tempered with strength, and there is no explanation of the force of the strike itself, which seems ambiguous.

There is a secret recipe for traumatic injury wine on the last page of the secret book. However, in Shen Lian's opinion, it is unrealistic to prevent hidden injuries by simply applying traumatic injury wine externally.

Even the current dietary supplements cannot be without any side effects.

but it does not matter.

The fact that it was quick was enough to make Shen Lian refuse.

[Do you want to consume 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 always wanted to be strong. Why should I rely on deep blue to gain points when practicing martial arts?

Bai Haibo thought Shen Lian still had some concerns, so he spoke to comfort him: "In fact, horizontal training is not the only option. Don't worry, I'm just making an immature suggestion..."

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

Bai Haibo smiled and said, "You should focus on improving your physical training now. You can put off your horizontal training until you break through the bottleneck. By then, you will have more strength."

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

To be precise, Iron Shirt is barely even inferior.

Every martial arts school in Yanliang Town has the secret manual of Iron Shirt, but there are only a handful of martial artists willing to try it, and most of them come from poor families.

Bai Haibo hesitated to speak, and after a long time he squeezed out two words from between his teeth.

"Ghost market."

"Is there a ghost market in Yanliang Town?"

Shen Lian understood the meaning of ghost market, which generally refers to underground transactions that are not allowed to be seen in public. He did not expect that such a small place as Yanliang Town also had one.

"kindness……"

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 by mistake earlier, and have been in and out three times since then. Well, it's not safe, but it won't be too dangerous if you follow the rules."

Shen Lian nodded slightly.

It is much more convenient than acquiring martial arts from gangs or martial arts schools. Even martial artists cannot escape unscathed if they are involved in the open and secret struggles among various forces.

"The black market is located on Lantian Street in the southern part 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.

Nancheng District has a special location in Yanliang Town. Because the South City Gate is close to the mountains, the residents gathered here are mainly miners.

There is a mix of good and bad 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 the government office is there, Shen Lian doesn’t think that Nancheng District is so dangerous that no one should go near it.

Bai Haibo sighed imperceptibly.

Ghost city.

The ghost market he was talking about was not an ordinary ghost market, but a real ghost market.

Bai Haibo did not remind Shen Lang, nor could he remind him. If you don’t know the true face of the ghost market, you will not be deeply involved in it.

Once you find out, it will be a life-threatening situation.

Facing cognitive impairment from demons is never a good thing, but it’s the exact opposite in the ghost market.

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

When he discovered the strangeness of the ghost market, he felt a chill even though he was a thousand meters away from the South City area. How could he not attract the attention of demons?
From then on, he never set foot in the ghost market again.

Bai Haibo heard that demons with high levels of Taoism could even hide quietly in towns and cities and influence mortals invisibly.

Think of this.

Bai Haibo couldn't help but shudder, and the nine-eared demon in the alley suddenly flashed through his mind. Could it be... related to his disciple?
Well, you're overthinking it. How could a demon deliberately hide itself to protect a mortal?

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

Bai Haibo pushed the blame of the ghost market onto the Taoist priest to prevent Shen Lian from becoming suspicious.

Then, he talked about the strange taboos of the Ghost Market, and Shen Lian memorized them one by one.

Whether to go to the Ghost Market or not, Shen Lian still has to see how efficient his practice of horizontal training is and whether his self-proclaimed innate horizontal training holy body can play a role.

After he and the Bai family finished their lunch, they left the martial arts hall. The street was finally a little crowded.

It is estimated that within a few days, Zhu Sanxing's incident will become a rumor, and perhaps the newly compiled Caotang Miscellaneous Notes will contain similar records.

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

The aroma of medicinal food is everywhere.

"Ah~"

The starling seemed a little impatient and was very interested in the chicken soup made with medicinal herbs. I guess its plump body was due to eating too much.

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

“It’s still nice to be at home.”

Shen Lian digested the nutrients while basking in the sun with his eyes closed, and at the same time practiced the Zhulang Posture, secretly striving to reach the realm of flesh refining.

Naturally, there are waiters to help take care of the cooking temperature of the medicinal food.

One set of herbs can be used to make four servings of medicinal food. When the medicinal power is exhausted, the waiter will add new ones, so you don't have to worry too much.

Shen Lian's life was like this, he only practiced boxing once every two hours.

The Tide-Strike Fist consumes too much nutrients, so I must focus on building the foundation, and the subsequent Iron Shirt will have a higher priority than the fighting method.

There is no way, trade-offs are inevitable.

Fortunately, the perfect Chasing Wave Posture can make the comprehension of the Striking Tide Fist twice as effective with half the effort, but it still takes a lot of hard work to achieve a small breakthrough.

"Anyway, there are surplus points. If you encounter danger, you can directly force your boxing skills to advance."

Shen Lian found a legitimate reason to give up, and soon he was drowsy in the warm winter afternoon sun, his snoring faintly audible.

It was a mess for two days in a row.

Only Mr. Wang tried to persuade Shen Lian earnestly, but after seeing the power of Shen Lian's boxing, he never mentioned the importance of hard work in practicing martial arts again.

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

Before I knew it, it had reached 81.4%.

Mainly, we have to thank Mr. Ma Yi for taking the trouble to deliver the second batch of pickled fish.

In a martial arts training state that ordinary warriors dare not imagine, Shen Lian has an opportunity for a breakthrough.

"Well."

Shen Lian woke up suddenly.

He jumped up from the chair, swallowed the remaining medicine, and then stood in the courtyard.

Shen Lian's skin turned red, and the strong force, carrying his qi and blood, continuously washed his skin.

Pieces of scales emerged.

Shen Lian was shirtless, like a mermaid in mythology. Crystal clear sweat dripped onto the ground, and the water splashed into rising mist.

boom.

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

Shen Lian opened his mouth and inhaled a long stream of air. When he exhaled, the condensed white smoke was two meters long.

The total amount of wave-chasing power in Dantian suddenly doubled, like a shallow pond.

The effect of skin refining is greatly reduced, and the toughness of the skin reaches the extreme of a warrior.

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

The career panel is revealed.

[Realm: Foundation Building (Flesh Refining)]

Shen Lian took another firm step towards the warrior, his joy beyond words.

He couldn't help but perform a set of Tide-Strike Fist in the courtyard, and suddenly a whistling fist wind swept in, increasing the power by at least 50%.

When he felt like it, Shen Lian practiced boxing until late at night.

He restrained his breath and planned to go back to the house to consolidate his Zhulang Jing.

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

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

(End of this chapter)