Chapter 84: Arriving at the Demon City for the First Time

magic capital.

Regardless of past and present lives, it is a veritable commercial capital.

Economic center, trade center... This series of titles all belong to Modu.

This is a city full of rivers and rivers, a metropolis that carries the dreams of countless people!

The moment he stepped off the train, the bustling and busy metropolis formed a sharp contrast with Yangcheng.

Fang Ping is not a country bumpkin, nor has he never been to Shanghai.

But the moment he got off the car, Fang Ping was still shocked.

"A lot of fighters!"

The moment he got out of the car, Fang Ping at least felt seven or eight surges of energy and blood.

And Fang Ping's blood power was not concealed, and for a moment, many people looked at him.

When they saw Fang Ping's immature face, some people in the crowd shrank their pupils.

Musha?

Or break through the limit and pursue the quasi-warriors who have been tempered many times?

Being so young, with blood boiling violently, is a status symbol.

Just as Fang Ping was looking around, a railway policeman in police uniform came towards him.

When the opponent came over, Fang Ping also noticed that he was not a warrior, but his vitality was not low, at least 130 or more.

The railway police officer, who was about thirty years old, walked up to Fang Ping and said calmly, "Sir, can I show you your ID card?"

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

The man used the machine in his hand to input Fang Ping's ID number.

Soon, the man smiled and said, "Isn't it the first time Mr. Fang has come to Shanghai?"

"Well, I'm a freshman at Wuhan University in Shanghai, come to Shanghai in advance to experience the atmosphere."

"Can I show you your acceptance letter?"

Fang Ping frowned again,

Some were unhappy and said, "Is this necessary?"

"Mr. Fang, don't get me wrong, since you are a student of Wuhan University in Shanghai, it also means that you will be resident in Shanghai for the next four years.

As the economic center of the Hua Kingdom, the Modu is extremely important.

Warriors possess inhuman power and powerful destructive power. Although the devils will not impose restrictions on warriors, they must be registered.

In addition, some warriors carry controlled weapons and do not have martial arts certificates, so they cannot appear in front of the public with weapons. "

As he said that, the man explained: "According to the past practice, the students of Wuhan University will report on those days.

At that time, the school will come to pick you up and arrange everything.

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

Fang Ping understood that warriors, as humanoid weapons that surpass ordinary people, are not much different from self-propelled thermal weapons.

If such a person is not restrained, he will definitely be prone to chaos.

There are many warriors in the magic city, some are good and some are bad. Registration may not be effective, but it is also a manifestation of restrictions and restrictions.

Thinking of this, Fang Ping said a little depressed again: "I'm not a warrior, do I have to register?"

"Are you not a warrior?"

The man was a little surprised, then he thought of something, and hurriedly said: "If the blood exceeds the limit, it needs to be registered."

"Okay, register here?"

"Of course not, I would like to trouble you to come with me and go to the martial arts office at the station to register.

It won't take you too long, it will be done soon.

After you get your Martial Arts Certificate, you can move about freely.

If you need help, you can communicate with the Martial Arts University of Shanghai, or you can communicate with the Martial Arts Association, and they will provide you with some help. "

"Martial Arts Association?"

Fang Ping had never heard of this organization before, so he couldn't help asking.

The policeman was also very talkative, and explained with a smile: "This is a loose association of warriors, which can be regarded as a semi-official organization.

The main purpose is to provide some necessary help for foreign warriors, so that they can adapt to the life of the magic city faster.

The organizers of the Martial Arts Association are actually led by Wuhan University in various places, with the cooperation of the local government..."

The two talked while walking, and soon, at the corner of the station, Fang Ping saw the Martial Arts Office.

The place is huge, at least on the station side, it occupies quite a large area!

It is said to be an office, which is about the size of a general service hall. At the moment, there are many people coming and going, and many people, like Fang Ping, come in and out accompanied by the police.

On the way here, 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 it is also responsible for receiving and guiding those warriors who have just arrived in Shanghai.

Fang Ping was still a little curious. Seeing that there were quite a few people in the hall, before it was their turn, he asked, "Brother Chen, how did you know that I might belong to a warrior?"

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

But Fang Ping's energy and blood were much higher than his, it was difficult for Chen Zichuan to sense anything, after all Fang Ping didn't explode on purpose.

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

Chen Zichuan chatted with Fang Ping for a few words on the road, and he became acquainted, and he stopped using honorifics, and said with a smile: "It's very simple, in fact, when you get off the bus, you have to go through the exit of the platform.

You should have used the Qi and blood chamber before. The entrances and exits of the station platforms have adopted similar settings to the Qi and blood chamber.

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

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

Fang Ping was a little emotional, but Chen Zichuan revealed in a low voice: "Actually, it is also applicable to beginner warriors.

Once it reaches the middle grade, it cannot be sensed. "

Fang Ping raised his eyebrows slightly. Doesn't this mean that middle-rank warriors don't need to register?

As if knowing what he was thinking, Chen Zichuan smiled and said: "In fact, there are very few mid-level warriors who take the train, and you can't meet a few throughout the year.

And when it comes to Zhongpin, their information records are also very comprehensive.

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

Fang Ping really wanted to ask, if he didn't use his own information to buy tickets, how would he be able to tell?

But after thinking about it, if you really want to hide yourself intentionally, there are plenty of ways for middle-rank warriors to hide. Instead of taking the train, you can drive or even walk by yourself.

The two chatted for a few words, and one of the registration desks was empty.

Chen Zichuan hurriedly led Fang Ping to the registration desk, behind which sat a young woman in business attire.

Seeing Fang Ping, the woman said softly, "Sir, please show your ID card or martial arts certificate.

If you do not have a Martial Arts Certificate, your ID card will do. "

Fang Ping took out his ID card, shook his head and said, "I don't have a martial arts certificate, and I'm not a martial artist."

"Mr. Fang is a first-year freshman at Wuhan University." Chen Zichuan reminded.

The woman in business attire understood and checked Fang Ping's ID card, but instead of asking Fang Ping for the admission letter, she stared at the computer for a while.

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

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

"Um."

"Mr. Fang, please cooperate and do a simple test..."

As the woman said, she got up and signaled Fang Ping to stand on a small instrument next to the registration desk.

Fang Ping glanced at it, and it was similar to the height and weight measuring machines on the street, but it looked more complicated and bigger.

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

Guessing in his heart that it might be an instrument for detecting qi and blood, Fang Ping did not resist, walked over and stood on it.

Not long after he stood up, two red lights lit up next to the instrument, which was similar to a display light.

Both the woman's and Chen Zichuan's expressions changed slightly. The woman in professional attire adhered to the philosophy of doing more and talking less, so she didn't speak.

However, Chen Zichuan exclaimed: "The second bone tempering, Wuda, the capital of magic, is indeed a gathering place for geniuses!"

"Um?"

Fang Ping wondered, "Can this be found out?"

"A simple definition, a red light, means that the blood limit of 150 calories has been broken.

Two red lights are the definition of a first-rank martial artist.

If you are not a warrior, then you are naturally a quasi-warrior who has been tempered for the second time, and the blood of a quasi-warrior who has been tempered for the second time is similar to that of a warrior who has just entered the first rank. "

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

"I would like to borrow your good words." Fang Ping laughed.

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

Fang Ping was asked to take a photo together, and within five minutes, a brand new martial arts card was in Fang Ping's hands.

"Name: Fang Ping

Sex: Male

Birthplace: Room 101, Building 6, Jinghu Garden, Huxin District, Yangcheng City, Nanjiang Province

Institution: Modu Military Science University

Level: First Grade"

Fang Ping took this so-called "martial arts certificate" and looked it up. It was similar to an ID card, and it also had his photo, which was a little cruder.

The female professional attire introduced: "Mr. Fang, this is only a temporary Martial Arts Certificate. When you enter the school, the school will apply for the Martial Arts Certificate for you all."

"Then this one..."

Fang Ping pointed to the level item, he is not a warrior.

The woman explained again: "The quasi-warriors who have been bone-hardened for the second time all enjoy the treatment of the first-rank state.

After all, whether it is blood, or the destructive power it may cause, there is not much difference from a warrior who has just entered the first rank.

Junior third-rank warriors are judged by Qi and blood, and above that, there will be professional judgments.

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

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

It stands to reason that this kind of quasi-warrior who has been tempered for the second time has not yet entered the Wuhan University, which means that there must be a warrior in the family, and they are not weak warriors.

But Fang Ping had some common sense questions, but he seemed very ignorant.

This shows that he does not have enough contact with these knowledge, is it the kind of person who is single-minded in cultivation?

Thinking about it, the woman didn't ask too much.

Their job is to register these newcomers.

As for other things, that is not their concern.

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

"Thanks."

Fang Ping thanked him, and looked at Chen Zichuan, who quickly smiled and said, "It's fine now, the temporary Martial Arts Certificate is more useful than an ID card.

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

After thinking about it, Chen Zichuan added: "If you want to carry cold weapons, you also need to apply for a certificate, and the Martial Arts Association can do it."

"Understood, please trouble Brother Chen."

Fang Ping thanked him again. What Chen Zichuan said was the same as a gun certificate, and Fang Ping knew it without too much explanation.

"You're welcome."

"..."

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

The moment he got out of the station, Fang Ping couldn't help but laugh. He always felt that warriors and ordinary people were no longer the same kind of people.

When you leave the station, you need to apply for a new certificate.

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

Modu, a city completely different from Yangcheng.

"Go to Wuda, the magic capital, and see if you can rent a house nearby. After you settle down, plan to make money."

Fang Ping made some calculations. In this strange city, with no relatives or reasons, he could only rely on himself.

If you were an ordinary senior high school student, you would probably be at a loss.

Fang Ping was not at a loss, just a little bit lost.

Leaving home, without the care of my parents, without my sister chattering, I am really not used to it for a while.

"I don't know if I will lose weight next time I see Yuan Gun Gun..."

Fang Ping, who dragged his suitcase into the crowd, muttered in a low voice. He firmly disapproved of his sister's face-changing behavior!

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