Master Of Martial Arts Has An Advanced Optical Brain Chapter 15: Transaction successful

At first glance, the poses of the two pictures are not unusual, but in Chu Nan's eyes, they immediately turned into a lot of relevant data.

According to the calculations in his mind and the powerful experience gained in tens of thousands of battles, he was surprised to find that these two seemingly ordinary postures fit the little man in the picture, and he was able to move in this posture. The position in which the highest strength can be exerted.

"It seems that this thing is not for fooling people." Chu Nan flipped back, but found that there was only the first move and the first move in the introduction, so he had to raise his head and ask the stall owner: "Is there a full version of this? "

The stall owner is a middle-aged man in his forties. He has a shrewd face. He looks more like a businessman than a warrior. Seeing that Chu Nan seems to be interested in this "Hong's Changquan" , A bright smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Of course, my booth, Hong Changzhi, why is there half of the stuff. Little brother, are you interested?"

Chu Nan nodded: "Can you show me the full version?"

Hong Changzhi showed a look of surprise: "Little brother, is this your first time here? You don't know that this martial skill is different from other things, and you won't get the full version when trading."

Chu Nan was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that the key point of martial arts is the content, if the full version is seen, it is very likely to be learned directly.

Bowing his head and flipping through the first move and the first form of "Hong's Long Fist" in his hand again, Chu Nan hesitated, and asked, "Then how do you sell this?"

"There are two ways to trade. One way is that you exchange another martial skill, little brother, as long as I think it's suitable. The other way is simple, just pay the money."

"I don't have martial skills, how much is this?" Chu Nan asked directly.

Hong Changzhi glanced at Chu Nan up and down, calculated in his mind for a while, and then stretched out five fingers.

"Fifty thousand federal currency."

"What? Fifty thousand?" Chu Nan was startled. He never thought that this mere copy of "Hong's Changquan" would sell for such a high price.

Although Chu Nan has not seen the full version, but from the first move and the first form, if this martial skill is evaluated, it is estimated that it can only be rated as a D-level at most.

As for Chu Nan's current personal account, there are only more than 30,000 federal coins that he saved from frugality, which is far from this price.

"It's too expensive, can it be cheaper?" Chu Nan tried to bargain.

"Little brother, this is a boxing technique handed down from our Hong family ancestors. If it wasn't for my real difficulties and waiting for the money to be used, I wouldn't have used it at all." Hong Changzhi refused to budge.

Chunan glanced at the obviously expensive clothes on Hong Changzhi's body and the gleaming golden ring on his finger, thinking that he would use your nonsense to fool children.

Turning his eyes, Chu Nan sighed, put down the introduction, put on a regretful expression, shook his head and said: "That's a pity, forget it, I'll go to another place."

Hong Changzhi didn't expect Chu Nan to give up just because he was just making a gesture. It can be discussed, it can be discussed..."

Chunan continued to shake his head: "No, I only have 10,000 federal coins on me, which is too much." After finishing speaking, he turned around and left.

This time Hong Changzhi became even more anxious, and even walked out from behind the booth, reaching out to stop Chu Nan.

"Little brother, don't worry, it's rare that you like this martial skill, so you can't miss it at will. You also know how difficult it is for us warriors to choose a martial skill that suits us. You missed it this time, next time I don’t know what time it is once.”

"But I don't have that much money."

Hong Changzhi frowned, sighed suddenly, made a sad expression, waved his hands and said: "Forget it, since the little brother likes it, then I can only reluctantly give up. Well, ten thousand is one Wan, if I lose a little, I will treat you as my friend, little brother."

Unexpectedly, Chu Nan also frowned, and said with a embarrassed look: "But I still have an appointment with a girl today, and I have to save some money to go shopping with her..."

Hong Changzhi's face twitched: "This... well, eight thousand, no less! Little brother, this is the price of vomiting blood."

Chunan looked back at the booth, lowered his head and thought for a while, sighed and shook his head: "Forget it, today is her birthday, and I have to give her a birthday present." After saying that, he pushed Hong Changzhi away and left.

Seeing that Chu Nan was about to disappear into the crowd, Hong Changzhi rushed up, stopped Chu Nan again, and stretched out five fingers at him.

"Okay, five thousand! Just five thousand! This can't be less!"

A smile flickered across the corner of Chu Nan's mouth, and he suppressed it immediately, showing a hesitant look, before finally nodding his head heavily as if he had made up his mind.

"Okay, at worst, I will drink porridge every day for the next month!"

How could Hong Changzhi fail to see the smile on the corner of Chu Nan's mouth? When he heard what he said, he couldn't help but roll his eyes, thinking that you are so cunning, how could you drink porridge.

However, since the price has been sold, he has no way to go back on his word.

Immediately, Chu Nan transferred 5,000 federal coins from his account to Hong Changzhi's account through his personal terminal.

Seeing that there were five thousand more in his personal account, Hong Changzhi with a smile on his face took out a book with a somewhat damaged appearance from his arms and handed it to Chu Nan.

"Little brother, this is an authentic product handed down from our ancestors. Not to mention the martial arts in it, this book alone can be regarded as an ancient book of cultural relics, and it is worth a lot of money."

Chu Nan nodded, now that technology is so advanced, paper records have been basically eliminated.

However, if this "Hong's Changquan" is called an ancient book of cultural relics, it would be too high a standard.

Taking the book and flipping through it, Chu Nan immediately confirmed that the following eleven forms of Hong's Long Fist were indeed the same as the first move and the first form, and they were in the posture that can exert the most strength.

"Little brother, why don't you look at other martial arts? I still have two kinds of swordsmanship, three swordsmanship, one spearmanship, and good kicking skills. How about you?" See Chu Nan put away "Hong's Changquan", and Hong Changzhi worked hard to sell it again.

Chu Nan wasn't too polite, and began to flip through the books.

However, except for "Hong's Long Fist", Chu Nan can judge the other martial arts at a glance based on the data in his brain.

The most ridiculous thing is one of the leg techniques, in which several postures are very problematic. According to the data in Chu Nan's mind, if he continues to practice these postures, the muscles on his legs will collapse due to years of overload, and the final result is that his legs will be useless.

After sweeping these martial arts skills, Chu Nan shook his head and bid farewell to Hong Changzhi without hesitation.

Looking at Chu Nan disappearing into the crowd, Hong Changzhi finally couldn't hold back the ecstasy in his heart and laughed out loud.

"Ha, you idiot, I'm willing to spend 5000 yuan to buy a broken book that I randomly dug out from the attic at home, haha..."