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..."
Chapter completed!