Chapter 84

Shanghai.

Both past and present lives are worthy of the name of the commercial capital.

The names of economic center, Trade Center... All belong to magic capital.

This is a city that embraces all rivers. It is a metropolis that carries the dreams of countless people!

When you get off the train, the bustling metropolis is in sharp contrast to Yangcheng.

Fang Ping is not a hick, nor has he never been to mordu.

But at the moment of getting off, Fang Ping was shocked.

"Many warriors!"

At the moment of getting off, Fang Ping at least felt the power of Qi and blood.

And Fang Ping's power of Qi and blood was not covered up. For a moment, many people looked at him.

When I saw Fang Ping's young face, some people in the crowd narrowed their pupils.

Warrior?

Or a quasi warrior who breaks through the limit and pursues bone quenching for many times?

So young, blood boiling violently, this is the symbol of identity.

As Fang Ping looked around, a railway police officer in police uniform came to him.

When the other party came over, Fang Ping also noticed that he was not a martial artist, but his life was not low, at least more than 130 cards.

The railway police, aged about 30, walked up to Fang Ping and said calmly, "Sir, can you show me your ID card?"

Fang Ping frowned slightly, but didn't say anything and handed her ID card to the other party.

The man entered a flat ID number with his machine.

Soon, the man smiled and said, "is Mr. Fang coming to the magic capital for the first time?"

"Well, I'm a freshman of Wudu. Come to Wudu in advance to feel the atmosphere."

"Can you show me your admission notice?"

Fang Ping frowned again and said, "do you need this?"

"Don't get me wrong, Mr. Fang. Since you are a student of Wudu, it also means that you will stay in Wudu in the next four years.

As an important economic place of China, magic capital has an extremely important position.

Martial arts have non-human power and strong destructive power. Although demons will not restrict martial arts, they must be registered.

In addition, some fighters carry controlled weapons. Without a martial arts certificate, they can't carry weapons to appear in public. "

Then the man explained: "according to the past practice, the students of Wuhan University will report in those days.

At that time, the school will pick up people and arrange everything.

You came here alone and in advance, so we can only help you apply for a temporary Martial Arts Certificate... "

Fang Ping knows that as a humanoid weapon that surpasses ordinary people, the warrior is not much different from the self-propelled heat weapon.

If such a person is not restrained, he will be easily confused.

There are many warriors in the magic capital, both good and bad. Registration may not work, but it is also a manifestation of restrictions and constraints.

Thinking of this, Fang Ping was a little depressed and said, "I'm not a martial artist. Do I have to register?"

"You are not a warrior?"

The man was a little surprised, and then thought of something. He hurriedly said, "if your HP exceeds the limit, you also need to register."

"Well, register here?"

"Of course not. Please come with me and go to the Wu Dao office at the station to register.

It won't take you too long, just a minute.

When you get the martial arts certificate, you can move freely.

If you need help, you can communicate with Wudu, or with Wudao Association, which will help you. "

"Wu Dao association?"

Fang Ping had never heard of this organization before and couldn't help asking.

The policeman was also very talkative and explained with a smile: "this is a loose Martial Arts Association, which is a semi official organization.

The main purpose is to provide some necessary help for foreign fighters to make them adapt to the life of mordu faster.

The organizer of Wudao association is actually led by local Wudao university with the cooperation of local government... "

They said as they walked. Soon, Fang Ping saw Wudao office in a corner of the station.

It's a big place, at least on this side of the station. It covers a wide area!

The office is almost as big as the general service hall. At the moment, people come and go. Like Fang Ping, many people go in and out accompanied by the public security.

On the way, Fang Ping also knew the name of the policeman in front of him, Chen Zichuan.

The other party belongs to the public security system, but is also responsible for receiving those martial artists who have just come to the magic capital and guiding them.

Fang Ping was still curious. Seeing that there were many people in the hall, before it was their turn, he asked, "brother Chen, how do you know I might be a warrior?"

Although Chen Zichuan's Qi and blood is not low, it looks like about 130 calories.

But Fang Ping's Qi and blood are much higher than him. Chen Zichuan can hardly feel anything. After all, Fang Ping didn't break out deliberately.

At that time, the two sides were not close, but Chen Zichuan came straight to him.

Chen Zichuan chatted with Fang Ping on the road. He was a little familiar. He stopped using honorifics and said with a smile: "it's very simple. In fact, when you get off, you have to pass the platform exit.

You should have used the Qi and blood storehouse. The platform entrances and exits of the station adopt similar settings of the Qi and blood storehouse.

As long as the blood exceeds a certain limit, it can be sensed and transmitted to the receiver we carry with us in advance. "

"Well, it sounds very high-tech..."

Fang Ping felt some emotion, but Chen Zichuan whispered: "in fact, it is also applicable to those who first taste martial arts.

Once you get to the middle grade, you can't feel it. "

Fang Ping raised his eyebrows slightly. Doesn't that mean that those who are good at martial arts don't have to register?

As if he knew his mind, Chen Zichuan smiled and said, "in fact, few Chinese martial artists take the train, and they can't meet a few all year round.

Moreover, when they arrive at the middle grade, their information records are also very comprehensive.

It's really coming. We can also see the ticket purchase information... "

Fang Ping would like to ask how to distinguish if he doesn't use his own information to buy tickets?

But after thinking about it, I really want to hide myself. There are some ways for Chinese martial artists to hide. They can drive or even walk without taking a train.

The two chatted, and one of the registration desks was empty.

Chen Zichuan hurriedly led Fang Ping to the registration desk. Behind the registration desk sat a young woman in professional clothes.

Seeing Fang Ping, the woman's voice was soft Judo: "Sir, please show me your ID card or martial arts card.

If you don't have a martial arts card, you can have an ID card. "

Fang Ping took out his ID card, shook his head and said, "I don't have a martial arts certificate, nor am I a martial artist."

"Mr. Fang is a freshman of Wudu." Chen Zichuan reminded me.

The woman in business clothes knew it and checked her ID card. However, she didn't find Fang Ping to ask for the admission notice, but stared at the computer for a while.

After watching for a while, the woman smiled softly and said, "Mr. Fang has broken through the limit recently?"

Obviously, there are some information about Fang Ping on the computer, including the results of physical examination.

"Yes."

"Please cooperate with Mr. Fang and do a simple test..."

The woman said, got up and motioned Fang Ping to stand on a small instrument next to the registration desk.

Fang Ping took a look. It was similar to those machines on the street to detect height and weight, but it looked more complex and bigger.

Compared with the blood chamber, it is not closed, but semi closed.

He guessed that it was probably an instrument to detect Qi and blood. Fang Ping didn't resist, so he walked over and stood up.

After he stood up for a while, a part similar to the display light next to the instrument lit two red lights.

The faces of the women and Chen Zichuan changed slightly. The women in professional clothes insisted on the concept of doing more and talking less, and didn't speak.

But Chen Zichuan exclaimed, "the second bone quenching, the magic capital Wuda is indeed a gathering place of talents!"

"Huh?"

Fang Ping wondered, "can you find out?"

"A simple definition, a red light, indicates that the limit of 150 cards of life has been exceeded.

Two red lights are the definition of a martial artist.

If you are not a martial artist, you will naturally be a quasi martial artist who quenches the bone twice. The quasi martial artist who quenches the bone twice has almost the same Qi and blood as the martial artist who first entered the first grade. "

Chen Zichuan took the trouble to help explain, and some envied: "Mr. Fang, when you enter the magic capital Wuda, you will probably soon become a second-class or even third-class warrior."

"With your kind words." Fang Ping smiled.

At this time, the woman also returned to her seat, took out a card about the size of her ID card and played with it.

Let Fang Ping take a photo together. In less than five minutes, a brand-new Martial Arts Certificate came to Fang Ping.

"Name: Fang Ping

Gender: Male

Native place: Room 101, building 6, jinghuyuan, Huxin District, Yangcheng City, Nanjiang Province

University: modu Military University

Grade: first grade

Fang Ping took the so-called "martial arts certificate" and looked through it. It was similar to his ID card, and there were also his photos, which were a little crude.

The female professional dress said: "Mr. Fang, this is only a temporary martial arts certificate. When you enter the school, the school will handle the martial arts certificate for you."

"Then this one..."

Fang Ping pointed to the level. He is not a warrior.

The woman explained again: "the quasi martial arts who quench the bone twice enjoy the treatment of a first-class environment.

After all, there is not much difference between Qi and blood, or the destructive power that may be caused, and those who first enter the first grade.

The third grade martial artist will judge by Qi and blood, and then there will be professional judgment.

When you enter Wuhan University, the school will popularize this knowledge. "

In fact, the woman thought Fang Ping was a little strange.

It is reasonable to say that this kind of quasi martial artist who quenches the bone twice has not entered Wuda, which means that there must be martial artists at home, or martial artists who are not weak.

But Fang Ping has some common sense problems, but he seems very ignorant.

This shows that he doesn't have enough contact with these knowledge. Is he the kind of person who is dedicated to cultivation?

Thinking, the woman didn't ask much.

Their job is just to register these newcomers.

As for other things, that's not what they should worry about.

After registration, the woman smiled professionally and said, "Mr. Fang, the certificate has been completed. I wish you a happy life."

"Thank you."

Fang Ping thanked and looked at Chen Zichuan. Chen Zichuan quickly said with a smile: "it's ok now. The temporary martial arts certificate is very useful, which is more effective than the ID card.

You can use it as an ID card, but it is only valid for three months. Of course, the school will help you run a formal one at that time. "

After thinking about it, Chen Zichuan added: "if you want to carry cold weapons, you also need to apply for certificates, and the martial arts association can do it."

"I see. Please elder brother Chen."

Fang Ping thanked again. What Chen Zichuan said is the same as the gun certificate. Fang Ping knows it without too much explanation.

"You're welcome."

“……”

After saying goodbye to Chen Zichuan, Fang Ping walked out of the station with his suitcase.

At the moment when he got out of the station, Fang Ping felt dumbfounded. He always felt that martial arts and ordinary people were not the same kind of people.

Get out of the station and get a new certificate.

Looking up into the distance, there are many tall buildings, cars and pedestrians in a hurry.

Mordor, a very different city from Yangcheng.

"First go to Wudu, the magic capital, and see if you can rent a house nearby. When you settle down, plan to make money."

Fang Ping calculated that in this strange city, he had no relatives and no reason. He could only rely on himself.

For ordinary senior three students, they will probably be at a loss.

Fang Ping is not at a loss, but a little disappointed.

I'm not used to leaving home without my parents' concern and my sister's chatter.

"I don't know if I'll lose weight next time I see round..."

Dragging his suitcase into the crowd, Fang Ping whispered that he firmly disagreed with his sister's face change!