Fairy Strange: Eighty Years of Boy Kung Fu in the Beginning

Following behind the other party, Mo Xuan carefully observed the opponent's body and found that every time the toes touched the bottom, the muscles of the opponent's legs would have an extremely subtle high-frequency vibration.

The figure of the other party hardly has any delay, and it seems to be extremely effortless.

In contrast, Mo Xuan's posture was very ordinary, far less fluid than the other party.

"However, the speed is not very fast, it seems that the other party should deliberately slow down for me."

Mo Xuan speculated in his heart that at this speed, the internal power of the boy skill in his body did not need to speed up.

At the same time, the woman running in front turned her head slightly and looked at Mo Xuan.

"Actually kept up?" The woman's brows furrowed, but she had exerted seventy percent of her power.

"I didn't expect him to have such skills..." The

woman was a little irritable in her heart, she originally planned to speed up herself, so that the other party could not keep up, and directly dropped it, so that she didn't have to take Mo Xuan all the way.

Under the irritability, the woman's speed soared, but Mo Xuan always followed the other party firmly and did not fall half a bit.

Soon, the two ran into a mountain col.

The col is flanked by high and raised cliffs, shaped like a closed shell, which is naturally easy to defend and difficult to attack.

"Here... I don't seem to have any impressions..." Mo

Xuan carefully recalled the map he had written down, checking the direction he was running all the way, but he didn't find the corresponding location.

"Don't talk nonsense later, take care of your eyes, don't look around."

The woman in red stopped and ordered.

Mo Xuan nodded and did not speak, he noticed that there were many masked people like him and the woman around.

The weapons on these people were not wrapped in cloth, but hung brightly on their waists or taken away from their hands, and they exuded a dangerous aura all over their bodies.

Walking through a narrow path, Mo Xuan noticed that black shadows flashed on the cliff from time to time.

"It should be someone from the ghost market, or some other martial artist..." Mo Xuan speculated in his heart.

At the end of the trail, several black-clothed men wearing cloaks and more than two meters tall guarded here.

"This is the token, he is my subordinate." The woman in red flashed her grimaces at the two.

Mo Xuan took the opportunity to observe that this token was exactly the same as the one he got in Su Mansion.

Knowing the location of the ghost market, then he can come by himself next time.

The guard nodded, and the woman in red took Mo Xuan into the ghost market.

It is said to be a ghost market, but it is actually a valley hundreds of meters long, and on both sides of the road, there are stalls selling everything.

Mo Xuan even saw that some stalls were lined with hands and heads.

"You wait here, don't move around at will, I have something to deal with."

The woman in red took Mo Xuan to the place where the ghost city was specially tied to the horse and instructed.

Smelling the strong smell of horse sweat around him

, Mo Xuan frowned, "Then I..." However, the woman in red did not care what Mo Xuan said, and left without looking back, and before leaving, she did not forget to remind:

"There is something to say when I come back."

Soon, the woman in red disappeared into the flow of people.

Poof!

Next to it, several horses were breathing in their nostrils.

Mo Xuan felt a little helpless in his heart and also walked into the market.

He came to the ghost market to find a way to extend his life, but he didn't have time to wait for the other party.

Moreover, looking at the appearance of the other party, it is estimated that they will not come over until they are delisted, or they have finished shopping.

Mo Xuan also wanted to investigate the meaning of Zhongyin and Chiyang, and he naturally didn't want the other party to know about this kind of thing.

There are no lights in the ghost market, only a dozen giant torches standing on both sides of the road.

By the dim light of the fire, Mo Xuan walked all the way down.

This time, Mo Xuan only brought five thousand taels of silver, no matter how much he was, he wouldn't give it to the account room, and he had to ask Mo Cang specifically.

After visiting more than a dozen stalls, Mo Xuan resisted the urge to buy several times.

"Those poisons are very practical and can be used against people with higher strength than me..."

Mo Xuan shook his head in his heart, if these poisons were bought, more than half of the silver on his body would be lost.

"Well, exercises?"

Finally, Mo Xuan came across a stall selling exercises.

Maintaining a distance of half a meter from the ground stall, Mo Xuan observed the three exercises:

"Drinking Wind Knife", "Zhengyang Technique", and "Assassination Fist".

"I want to see the True Yang Recipe." Mo Xuanchong said.

This "Zhengyang Recipe" looks like an internal skill.

The stall owner is a middle-aged scar man without a mask.

If there is no mask in the ghost market, there are only two situations - one is not afraid of being recognized, and the other is transfiguration.

After Mo Xuan finished speaking, the middle-aged scar man pressed his palm on the hilt.

Swish!

A fresh breeze blew through, and the first page of "Zhengyang Recipe" opened.

In the ghost market, there is an unwritten rule that you must not get too close to the stall without the consent of the stall owner, and you must not touch the things on the stall at will.

Browsing through some of the first pages of the Zhengyang Technique, Mo Xuan roughly understood what kind of exercise this was.

"Supplementing yang with yin is for positive yang!"

This is the first sentence of the opening.

In short, this exercise advocates that the practitioner practice qi at the moment when the whole body is full of vitality at the time of intercourse.

In addition to being able to consolidate the essence and guard the yuan, he cannot cultivate internal strength.

This kind of side door, Mo Xuan naturally didn't want to cultivate.

"I want to see 'Wind Drinking Knife' and 'Assassination Fist' again." Mo Xuan spoke again.

Since this exercise is not reliable, let's take a look at the other two.

After reading it, Mo Xuan was relatively satisfied with these two exercises, according to the creator of the exercises, these two exercises can even be practiced by the innate strong, of course, Mo Xuan felt that he was probably bragging.

"What price?" Mo Xuan took the initiative to ask.

"Wind Drinking Knife eight thousand taels, "Assassination Fist" five thousand taels." The stall owner replied coldly, his voice a little hoarse.

Mo Xuan nodded and went to the other stalls.

In the middle, Mo Xuan saw that there was a ginseng plant that was known to be three hundred years old that could prolong life.

But the price of 10,000 taels, this price, for Mo Xuan, is not very high, but he can't identify the authenticity.

There is definitely no after-sales in this ghost market, and if you buy fake, even toxic, you can only admit that you are unlucky.

Walking all the way, Mo Xuan didn't take long to come to the end of the ghost market.

"Huh? Is there still a building in the ghost market?

Mo Xuan was a little surprised when he saw the three-story small building in front of him.

"Heavy building?"

Glancing up at the plaque, Mo Xuan walked towards the building.

Bang!

Two thick iron rods stopped in front of Mo Xuan.

"Market entry token!" The guard wearing a demon mask that covered the lower half of his face said in a deep voice.

Seeing this, Mo Xuan took out the grimace-face token from his arms.

The two guards just glanced at each other and were relieved.

The building was pitch black, and it was impossible to see the inside from the outside.

Walking into the building, a noisy voice came to my face.

Like a restaurant outside, it was full of people, some talking loudly, others looking down and whispering.

The only difference from the restaurant is that these people do not have food on the table, but knife soldiers.

"This lord, are you waiting for someone to inquire about the news?" A child, who looked to be in his early teens, took the initiative to greet him.

"Let the child come, to lower your guard?" When Mo Xuan saw the child, he secretly said in his heart.

"Inquire about news." Mo Xuan said.

"Then my lord, please." The child led Mo Xuan to a wooden table, and then an old man with a white beard sat down.

"Sir, what news do you want to inquire about?" The old man said with a smile.

"What can you inquire about here?" Mo Xuan stared at the other party, wanting to see the other party's reaction.

Although it is unlikely that the matter of Zhongyin and Chiyang will expose the human skin paper, Mo Xuan still has to be cautious.

After all, he is now just a martial artist with five hundred pounds of strength.

"It seems that the adult is here for the first time, otherwise he would not have asked such a question." The white-haired old man smiled.

"Here, it's a ghost market, and here, you can find out everything, of course, as long as you can afford it."

If you feel that the secrecy here is not good, you can go to the second floor, but the news that you can go to the second floor starts at 1,000 taels.

"What about the third floor?" Mo Xuan took the initiative to ask.

"On the third floor, there will be occasional auctions, but not today, but in five days, on October 20, we will hold an auction, and adults can come over then..."

the old man explained.

The old man also claimed that at the auction five days later, there would be an innate skill auction!

Subsequently, Mo Xuan carefully inquired about the price of the news.

If it is the news that the heavy building has probed, it will be divided into four levels, the lowest one, only dozens of taels, and the highest can be tens of thousands.

And if there is no news of the heavy building, then you need to pay a deposit of 100 taels first, and when the heavy building is investigated, the value of the information will be evaluated.

"If the information you want to inquire about involves some big people or secrets, this part will be charged separately." The old man said with a smile.

When Mo Xuan heard this, he nodded, the charging rules of this ghost market heavy building are quite clear.

"Okay, help me look this up."

Mo Xuan held a note with his fingers and pushed it in front of the old man.

The old man opened the note, and the word "bardo" was written on it.

"No problem, adults, you can come back to the ghost market in five days!" The old man put away the note and said with a smile.

Then, Mo Xuan briefly talked with the old man again, wanting to get some words out of the other party's mouth.

However, the other party is tight-lipped, and whenever he reaches a key place, he must give money before he is willing to say.

Seeing that he couldn't say anything, Mo Xuan had to leave.

Walking out of the heavy building, Mo Xuan glanced back at the dark wooden building.

"I didn't see the red-clothed expert all the way, nor did I see it on the first floor of the heavy building, it seems that I should have gone up to the second floor..." After

leaving the wooden building, Mo Xuan went straight to the booth where he sold exercises before.

"I want this 'Drinking Wind Knife', four thousand taels!" As soon as Mo Xuan came up, he directly bargained locally.

Hearing Mo Xuan's words, the stall owner was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect someone to cut in half as soon as he came up.

"Seven thousand taels!" The stall owner clenched the handle of the knife and said in a deep voice.

"Four thousand five hundred taels." Mo Xuan shook his head.

"Six thousand five hundred taels!" The stall owner gritted his teeth, and green tendons appeared on his hand that clenched the handle of the knife, it seemed that if Mo Xuan bargained again, he was about to draw the knife and cut people.

"I only have 4,900 taels on me, which is the highest price I can afford." Mo Xuan said a little helplessly.

The stall owner stared at Mo Xuan deadly, his teeth crunching.

"You really don't sell, I can't help it." Mo Xuan said sincerely.

"Get out!"

The knife in the stall owner's hand was pulled out at once.

Then, the book of "Drinking Wind Knife" on the ground was directly picked up by the tip of the knife and flew towards Mo Xuan.

Under the black cloth, Mo Xuan showed a smile.

After taking out the silver ticket and paying it to the other party, Mo Xuan collected the exercises and walked towards the exit of the ghost market.

When Mo Xuan walked away, the stall owner took out a pamphlet from his arms, snapped, and threw it on the stall.

On the booklet, there are three big words written - drinking knife!