Regardless of past and present life, it is a veritable commercial capital.
Economic center, trade center...this series of names all belong to the Magic City.
This is a city that embraces all rivers and streams, and this is a metropolis that carries the dreams of countless people!
The moment I stepped off the train, the bustling and busy metropolis was in sharp contrast to Yangcheng.
Fang Ping is not a country bumpkin, nor has he ever been to Magic City.
But the moment he got off the bus, Fang Ping was still shocked.
"So many warriors!"
The moment he got out of the car, Fang Ping felt at least seven or eight waves of surging energy.
And Fang Ping's energy and blood power was not concealed. In an instant, many people looked in his direction.
When they saw Fang Ping's childish face, some people in the crowd shrank their pupils.
Warrior?
Or a quasi-warrior who breaks through the limits and pursues multiple bone temperings?
Being so young and having blood boiling violently is a symbol of status.
While Fang Ping was looking around, a railway police officer in police uniform walked towards him.
When the opponent came over, Fang Ping also noticed that he was not a warrior, but his energy and blood were not low, at least 130 calories or more.
The railway police officer, who was about thirty years old, walked up to Fang Ping and said in a calm tone: "Sir, can you show me 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, "Is this your first time in the Magic City, Mr. Fang?"
"Well, I'm a freshman at Wuhan University in Magic City. I came to Magic City in advance to feel the atmosphere."
"Can I show you your admission letter?"
Fang Ping frowned again and said somewhat unhappily: "Is this necessary?"
"Mr. Fang, don't get me wrong. Since you are a student of Wuhan University in Magic City, it also means that you will be stationed in Magic City for the next four years.
As the economic center of China, the Magic City has an extremely important status.
Warriors have inhuman strength and powerful destructive power. Although the Demon City does not impose restrictions on warriors, they must be registered.
In addition, some martial artists carry controlled weapons, and without a martial arts certificate, they cannot carry weapons in public."
After that, the man explained: "According to past practice, students from Wuhan University will report on those days.
When the time comes, the school will come to pick you up and arrange everything.
You came alone and in advance, so we can only help you apply for a temporary martial arts certificate..."
Fang Ping understood clearly that warriors, as humanoid weapons that transcend ordinary people, were not much different from self-propelled thermal weapons.
Such people will definitely be prone to chaos if not restrained.
There are many warriors in the magic city, some good and some bad. Registration may not be effective, but it is also a reflection of restrictions and restrictions.
Thinking of this, Fang Ping became a little depressed and said: "I am not a warrior, do I still have to register?"
"You are not a warrior?"
The man was a little surprised, then he thought of something and said quickly: "If your blood exceeds the limit, you also need to register."
"Okay, register here?"
"Of course not, I would like you to come with me and register at the martial arts office at the station.
It won't take you too long, it will be done soon.
Once you get your martial arts certificate, you can move around freely.
If you need help, you can communicate with the Magic City Martial Arts University or the Martial Arts Association, who will provide you with some help."
"Martial Arts Association?"
Fang Ping had never heard of this organization before and couldn't help but ask.
The policeman was also very talkative and explained with a smile: "This is a loose martial arts association, a semi-official organization.
The main purpose is to provide some necessary help to foreign warriors so that they can adapt to life in the magic city faster.
The organizers of martial arts associations are actually led by martial arts universities in various places, with the cooperation of local governments..."
The two of them talked while walking, and soon, Fang Ping saw the martial arts office in a corner of the station.
The place is very big, at least on the station side, it occupies quite a lot of space!
It is said to be an office, which is about the same size as an ordinary service hall. People are coming and going at this moment, and many people like Fang Ping are coming 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 is also responsible for receiving and guiding the warriors who have just arrived in the magic city.
Fang Ping was still a little curious. Seeing that there were many people in the hall, before it was their turn, he asked: "Brother Chen, how did you know that I might be a warrior?"
Although Chen Zichuan's Qi and blood are not low, they are around 130 calories.
But Fang Ping's energy and blood were much higher than his, so it was difficult for Chen Zichuan to sense anything. After all, Fang Ping didn't intentionally explode.
The two sides were not close at that time, but Chen Zichuan came straight towards him.
Chen Zichuan chatted with Fang Ping for a few words on the way, and they became somewhat familiar with each other. He no longer used honorifics and said with a smile: "It's very simple. In fact, when you get off the bus, you have to pass through the platform exit.
You should have used the Qi and Blood Warehouse before. The platform entrances and exits of the station are all set up similar to the Qi and Blood Warehouse.
As long as the qi and blood exceed a certain limit, it can be sensed and transmitted to the receiver we carry with us in advance."
"Well, it sounds quite high-tech..."
Fang Ping felt a little emotional, but Chen Zichuan revealed in a low voice: "Actually, it is also applicable to first-level warriors.
Once it reaches the middle level, it can’t be sensed.”
Fang Ping raised his eyebrows slightly. Doesn't this mean that mid-level warriors don't need to register?
As if he knew what he was thinking, Chen Zichuan smiled and said: "There are actually very few middle-grade warriors who take the train, and we don't meet a few throughout the year.
And when it comes to mid-level products, their information records are also very comprehensive.
If it’s really coming, we can also see the ticket purchase information..."
Fang Ping wanted to ask if he didn't use his own information to purchase tickets, how could he tell the difference?
But after thinking about it, if you really want to conceal yourself, there are many ways for middle-grade warriors to hide it. They don't take the train, they can drive or even walk.
The two chatted for a while, but 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 attire.
Seeing Fang Ping, the woman said in a soft voice: "Sir, could you please show me your ID card or martial arts certificate.
If you don’t have a martial arts certificate, your ID card will suffice.”
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 freshman at Wudu University in Shanghai." Chen Zichuan reminded.
The woman in professional attire understood and checked Fang Ping's ID card. However, she did not ask Fang Ping for the admission notice. Instead, she stared at the computer for a while.
After watching for a while, the woman smiled softly and said, "Mr. Fang has exceeded his limit recently?"
Obviously, there is some information about Fang Ping on the computer, including the results of his physical examination.
"Um."
"I would also like to ask Mr. Fang to cooperate and do a simple test..."
The woman said, stood up and motioned Fang Ping to stand on a small instrument next to the registration desk.
Fang Ping took a look and saw that it was similar to those machines that measure height and weight on the street, but it looked more complicated and larger.
Compared with the Qi and Blood Storehouse, it is not closed, but semi-closed.
He guessed in his mind that it was probably a device for detecting Qi and blood. Fang Ping did not resist and walked over and stood on it.
Not long after he stood up, two red lights lit up in a part similar to an indicator light next to the instrument.
The faces of the woman and Chen Zichuan changed slightly. The woman in professional attire adhered to the philosophy of doing more and talking less and did not speak.
Chen Zichuan exclaimed in amazement: "Second bone tempering, Wuhan University in the magical capital is indeed a gathering place for geniuses!"
"Um?"
Fang Ping asked doubtfully: "Can this also be found out?"
"A simple definition, a red light, means the blood limit of 150 calories has been exceeded.
Two red lights are the definition of a first-grade warrior.
If you are not a warrior, then you are naturally a quasi-martialist who has tempered his bones for the second time. The qi and blood of a quasi-warrior who has tempered his bones for the second time are almost the same as those of a first-level warrior."
Chen Zichuan took the trouble to help explain, and said with some envy: "Mr. Fang, when you enter the Magic City Martial Arts University, you will probably become a second or even third-grade warrior soon."
"I'd like to lend you some good words." Fang Ping smiled.
At this time, the woman also returned to her seat, took out a card about the same size as her ID card and played with it.
He asked Fang Ping to cooperate and take a photo. Within five minutes, a brand new martial arts certificate was in Fang Ping's hands.
"Name: Fang Ping
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: Room 101, Building 6, Jinghuyuan, Huxin District, Yangcheng City, Nanjiang Province
Institution:Modu Martial Arts University
Level: First Grade”
Fang Ping took the so-called "Martial Arts Certificate" and looked through it. It was similar to an ID card, and it also had his photo, which was a little more rudimentary.
The female professional attire introduced: "Mr. Fang, this is just a temporary martial arts certificate. When you enter the school, the school will apply for a martial arts certificate for you."
"Then this first-grade..."
Fang Ping pointed to the level item. He was not a warrior.
The woman explained again: "The quasi-warriors who have been tempered for the second time all enjoy the treatment of the first-level realm.
After all, both in terms of vitality and blood, as well as the destructive power it can cause, there is not much difference between it and a first-level warrior.
Third-level junior warriors will judge based on Qi and blood, and those above will also make 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 if this kind of quasi-warrior who has tempered his bones for the second time has not yet entered Wuhan University, it means that there must be a warrior in his family, and he is a warrior who is not weak in strength.
But Fang Ping seemed ignorant about some common sense questions.
This shows that he doesn’t have enough exposure to this knowledge. Could it be that he is the kind of person who only focuses on cultivation?
Thinking in her mind, the woman didn't ask any more questions.
Their job is just to register these newcomers.
As for other things, that's not their thing to worry about.
After the registration was completed, 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: "That's it now. The temporary martial arts certificate has many uses, even more useful 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 get an official one by then."
After thinking about it, Chen Zichuan added: "If you want to carry cold weapons, you also need to apply for a certificate. The Martial Arts Association can provide it."
"I know, please, Brother Chen."
Fang Ping thanked him again. What Chen Zichuan said was the same as a gun permit. Fang Ping understood this without too much explanation.
"You're welcome."
"..."
Saying goodbye to Chen Zichuan, Fang Ping walked out of the station carrying his suitcase.
The moment he left the station, Fang Ping felt like he was laughing. He felt that warriors and ordinary people were no longer the same kind of people.
When you leave a station, you need to apply for a new certificate.
Looking up into the distance, there are many tall buildings, numerous cars, and hurried pedestrians.
Magic City is a very different city from Yangcheng.
"First go to the magical city of Wuhan University and see if you can rent a house nearby. Once you settle down, you can start planning to make money."
Fang Ping made some calculations. In this strange city, with no relatives or friends, he could only rely on himself for everything.
An ordinary high school senior would probably be at a loss.
Fang Ping couldn't be said to be at a loss, but just a little lost.
After leaving home, without the care of my parents and the chatter of my younger sister, I was really not used to it for a while.
"I don't know if I will lose weight next time I see Yuangun..."
Fang Ping, who dragged his suitcase into the crowd, muttered in a low voice that he firmly disagreed with his sister's change of attitude!