Demon City.

No matter in the past and present, it is a veritable commercial capital.

Economic center, trade center...the names of these series belong to the Magic City.

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

When I walked off the train, the bustling and busyness of the metropolis formed a sharp contrast with Yangcheng.

Fang Ping is not a country bumpkin, nor has he been to the Magic City.

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

"Many warriors!"

The moment he got off the bus, Fang Ping felt at least seven or eight tumbling qi and blood power.

And Fang Ping's power of qi and blood was not covered. In an instant, many people looked at him.

When he saw Fang Ping's tender face, some people in the crowd shrank.

Warrior?

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

So young, with a violent boiling blood, this is the symbol of identity.

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

When the other party came over, Fang Ping also noticed that he was not a warrior, but his qi and blood were not low, at least 130 calories.

The railway police, who was about thirty years old, walked up to Fang Ping and said in a calm tone: "Sir, can you show your ID card?"

Fang Ping frowned slightly, but said nothing, and handed the ID card to the other party.

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

Soon, the man smiled and said, "Mr. Fang is the first time he has come to the Demon City?"

"Well, I am a freshman from the Martial Arts University of the Demon City. Come to the Demon City in advance to experience the atmosphere."

"Can you show your admission letter?"

Fang Ping frowned again and said unhappily: "Do you need this?"

"Mr. Fang, don't get me wrong. Since you are a student of the Martial Arts University of the Demon City, it means that you will stay in the Demon City for the next four years.

As the economic important economic location of China, the Demon Capital has an extremely important position.

Warriors have inhuman power and have strong destructive power. Although demons do not restrict them, they must register and make a book.

In addition, some warriors are unable to bring weapons to the public without a martial arts certificate."

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

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

You came alone and came here early, so we can only help you apply for a temporary martial arts certificate..."

Fang Ping knew that as a human-shaped weapon that surpasses ordinary people, warriors are not much different from self-propelled heat weapons.

Such people will definitely be confused if they are not restricted.

There are many warriors in the Demon City, both good and bad. Registration may not be effective, but it is also a manifestation of restrictions and constraints.

Thinking of this, Fang Ping said a little depressedly: "I am not a warrior, do you have to register?"

"Are you not a warrior?"

The man was a little surprised, then thought of something and hurriedly said: "The qi and blood exceed the limit, and registration is also required."

"Okay, register here?"

"Of course not. Please come with me and go to the station's martial arts office to register.

It won't delay you for too long, it will be fine soon.

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

If you need help, you can communicate with the Martial Arts and the Martial Arts Association, which will provide you with some help."

"Martial Arts Association?"

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

The police were also easy to talk and explained with a smile: "This is a loose warrior 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 demon city faster.

The organizer of the Martial Arts Association is actually the leader of Wuhan University in various places, and the local government cooperates..."

The two of them said as they walked, and soon, in a corner of the station, Fang Ping saw the martial arts office.

The place is very big, at least on the station, and it covers a considerable area!

It is said that it is an office, which is about the same size as a general service hall. At this moment, people are coming and going, and many people, like Fang Ping, come and go in and out with the public security.

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 the warriors who have just arrived in the magic city and guiding the work.

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

Although Chen Zichuan's qi and blood are not low, he looks like he is about 130 calories.

But Fang Ping's qi and blood are much higher than him, so it is difficult for Chen Zichuan to sense anything. After all, Fang Ping did not explode on purpose.

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

Chen Zichuan chatted with Fang Ping on the road, and he was a little familiar with him. He no longer used honorific words and said with a smile: "It's very simple. In fact, when you get off the bus, you have to pass the platform exit.

You should have used Qi and Blood Warehouse. The station platform entrances and exits have adopted similar settings for Qi and Blood Warehouses.

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

"That's how it sounds quite high-tech..."

Fang Ping was a little moved, but Chen Zichuan whispered: "In fact, it is applicable to first-class warriors.

Once you reach the medium-grade one, you can't sense it."

Fang Ping raised his eyebrows slightly. Doesn’t this mean that mid-grade warriors don’t need to register?

As if he knew his thoughts, Chen Zichuan smiled and said, "There are actually very few middle-grade warriors who take the train, and they can't meet a few in a year.

And when it comes to the middle grade, their information records are also very comprehensive.

We can see the ticket purchase information as well…”

Fang Ping really wants to ask if he doesn’t use his own information to buy tickets, how can he distinguish them?

But after thinking about it, I really have to hide it. Some middle-grade warriors have ways to hide it. They don’t take the train, drive or even walk by themselves.

The two chatted for a few words, and one of them had no one at the registration desk.

Chen Zichuan hurriedly led Fang Ping to the registration desk, and behind the registration desk was a young woman in professional clothes.

When he saw Fang Ping, the woman said softly: "Sir, please show your ID card or martial arts certificate.

If you don’t have a martial arts certificate, you can just 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 warrior."

"Mr. Fang is a freshman from the Martial Arts University in the Demon City." Chen Zichuan reminded.

The woman in the professional attire knows it and checks Fang Ping's ID card, but she doesn't ask Fang Ping for an admission letter, but stares at the computer for a while.

After looking at it for a while, the woman laughed softly and said, "Have Mr. Fang recently broken through the limit?"

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

"Um."

"I would like to ask Mr. Fang to cooperate and do a simple test..."

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

Fang Ping took a look and found that it was similar to those machines on the street that measured height and weight, but it looked more complicated and bigger.

Compared with the Qi and Blood Cell, there is no closed thing, but a semi-closed thing.

He guessed in his heart that it was probably an instrument for detecting qi and blood. Fang Ping did not resist and walked over and stood up.

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

The woman and Chen Zichuan's faces changed slightly. The woman in professional clothing adhered to the concept of doing more and saying less, and did not speak.

Chen Zichuan exclaimed: "Second bone quenching, the Martial Arts of the Demon City is indeed a gathering place for geniuses!"

"Um?"

Fang Ping asked in confusion: "Can this be found?"

"A simple definition, a red light, indicates that the limit of 150 cards of qi and blood has been broken.
To be continued...