"Xiao Jiu, you're going to give me the whole Qiankun bag? Then what about you?"
After Guan Xilin opened the Qiankun bag, he saw that in addition to a volume of the Fiery Dragon and Tiger Art, there were also a lot of valuables and some bottles and jars. He asked in confusion, "Why did you give me so many things?"
He took out the mental method and took a look at it, and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Heaven-level mental method? Am I seeing things? " Even the Yao Ri royal family couldn't produce a copy of such a mental method!
You know, the Heaven-level Heart Sutra is a treasure among treasures. It is impossible for a ninth-class small country like Yao Ri to find a copy. So, where did she get it from
For a moment, the hand holding the secret was shaking, both because of the excitement and the heat.
He was lucky enough to see a volume of heaven-level mental method! It was incredible!
"Yes, it is a heaven-level mental method. This mental method is also for cultivating strength, which is just right for you." She smiled and said, "Your hands are not suitable for boxing and sword fighting now, so don't practice for now. Take advantage of this time to memorize the mental method. Then I will give you a volume of heaven-level martial arts."
This method was naturally found from the things her master gave her. She took it out last night because she felt that this method was suitable for him.
"Can I really practice?" He looked at her with shining eyes.
"Of course." She nodded: "If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."
"Okay, then I will go back to my room to practice the mantra of the mental method now." He felt a little elated with the mental method in his hand, and couldn't wait to go back to his room to practice.
Fengjiu smiled upon seeing this, and then practiced Tai Chi for a while to stretch her muscles before returning to her room to practice.
In the following few nights, black market mercenaries visited their courtyard almost every night, but every mercenary who came never returned...
Guan Xilin knew nothing about all this.
Because Fengjiu would use silver needles to help him stretch his right hand every night, and then she would press his fainting point to make him sleep until dawn...
A few days later, Fengjiu set up a maze in the courtyard, and after instructing Guan Xilin, she went out to the black market.
At the same time, the middle-aged man who had been waiting in the inn for several days without any news got up with a gloomy face and went to the black market, cursing: "What useless trash! They can't even handle a woman!"
When he cursed like this, he obviously forgot the fact that he was no match for Fengjiu.
The black market is an underground exchange. It not only sells rare and precious medicinal materials, but also elixirs, weapons and everything else that practitioners need.
In the black market, there are martial arts arenas, where martial arts are used as battlefields, where people use force to make money and gain fame.
Individual mercenaries are brutal and desperate criminals who are not recognized by regular mercenary guilds. In the black market, some of them act alone, while others act in groups of three or five. The missions they take are only assassination missions that regular mercenaries would not do.
Here, they only care about money and work for money.
When the man in a dazzling red suit walked into the black market, many people couldn't hide their amazement in their eyes.
The man had a slender figure and exuded an evil aura. Enchanting red datura flowers bloomed on the exquisite golden mask. His face could not be seen, but there was a hazy sense of mystery about him.