Fang Cheng laughed a few times, and hurriedly took out his mobile phone to search, staring at the screen. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Search for "Professional-level martial artist certification." Fang Cheng clicked into the official website of the Martial Arts Association, which listed several responsibilities, obligations and rights, but he didn't understand it, there were too many official terms.

He went back to the search screen and found a forum.

Well, it's very concise, some people in the forum briefly summarized the rights and obligations, and summarized them as follows:

1. The Warriors' Association has the right to recruit warriors for combat purposes when it does not violate the laws of the United Nations.

2. The warrior association has no right to refuse to fight under the condition that it does not violate the laws of the warrior's country.

3. Professional-level martial artists are protected by the Martial Arts Association, and the state has no right to deprive them of their right to life except if they have committed a serious crime.

Fourth, professional-level warriors unconditionally have access to all countries under the United Nations.

5. When a professional-level martial artist is treated unfairly in his home country, he or she may apply to the Martial Arts Association to intervene in the matter.

"Wow?!"

Fang Cheng's heart was shocked, these conditions ...... As if a martial artist was a nobleman, he was a little puzzled and looked at his master: "Master, the Martial Arts Association is also too fond of professional-level martial artists, right?"

I really couldn't find an adjective, so Fang Cheng had to use "love" to describe it.

"Huh. Old man Lu laughed, and said with a smile while driving: "Silly apprentice, the treatment of a registered war martial artist is far better than this." ”

"Registered War Martial Master?" Fang Cheng scratched his head, paused, and continued: "I only know that there is a permission to kill. ”

"Well, that's what you can find on the Internet. ”

Old man Lu nodded, there were too many details, he didn't want to reveal too much.

"Master, are you a registered war martial artist?" Fang Cheng thought for a moment and asked.

Old man Lu sighed lightly: "En." Don't think about this yet, tomorrow you will go to the Martial Arts Association to certify as a professional-level junior martial artist. ”

"Oh, okay. ”

Old man Lu glanced at Fang Cheng, stepped on the accelerator, his speed increased, and he said in a whirring voice: "Registered War Martial Master, the mortality rate is very high, and he doesn't have the strength of the middle stage of the professional level, don't even think about it, you know." ”

"Got it, master. ”

Fang Cheng's eyes flashed, and he looked at the attribute symbol below his field of vision: "Strength: 2.3, Agility: 0.9, Spirit: 0.9, Yuan Energy: 12." ”

During the winter vacation, he tried to add a little strength and agility, but his body was a little swollen, so he didn't continue to improve.

"Master, I seem to have the level of a professional mid-level. Fang Cheng said weakly.

The supercar was roaring, the wind was loud, but Old Man Lu heard it clearly, his eyes were stunned, he almost couldn't hold the steering wheel, hurriedly slowed down the car, and slowly stopped on the side of the road.

"What did you say?

Old man Lu stared at Fang Cheng deadly, he lost his temper.

Geniuses such as the world's strongest battle king, from the beginning to the middle of the professional level, it took more than a year. How long has it been since Fang Cheng was promoted to the early stage of the professional level?

He was really shocked, and looked at the stupid apprentice suspiciously.

"Ahem, yes, it's just that the strength has broken through again, and the muscle strength of one arm is about more than five hundred and thirty kilograms. Fang Cheng smiled, looking at the master in shock, and felt a little proud in his heart.

After all, he is still young, and he can't be in a stable state of mind.

"I'm a day. ”

Old man Lu sighed: "Damn, you kid is going to push the back waves and push the front waves, and shoot the teacher to death on the beach!"

Fang Cheng smiled and quietly listened to the master's sigh.

"No, there's still a road ahead, you come!" Old man Lu's heart was rolling, and he was in no mood to drive, so he pushed the door and went around from the front of the car to the co-pilot.

"Go by car. Old man Lu frowned coldly at Fang Cheng, who was sitting in the co-pilot.

"Good master......"

Fang Cheng pushed the car door, asked the master to do it first, then bypassed the front of the car, sat in the driver's seat, and started the supercar to drive towards the master's villa.

After driving for a while, he arrived at Old Man Lu's villa community, Fang Cheng drove in from the entrance of the community, parked in the parking space in front of Old Man Lu's villa, hung up the P gear, pressed the handbrake button, and asked: "Master, can I participate in the assessment of a registered war martial artist?"

Old man Lu said in a sullen voice: "Wait until you reach the professional level." ”

Seeing that Master seemed to be in a bad mood, Fang Cheng smiled, closed the car door and comforted, "Master, why are you unhappy?"

"Hmph, can I be happy to see your stupid apprentice in a hurry to die?" Old Man Lu snorted and sneered.

"Sent to death?"

Fang Cheng wondered, what did this mean.

Old man Lu was speechless, and said in a deep voice: "Let's eat first, I'll talk to you about this later." ”

"Yes, Master. ”

Fang Cheng nodded.

His heart was full of curiosity, and he sent him to death, did he go to fight to the death with people, or did he participate in the war?

But at the very least, they are all professional-level mid-level martial artists, and there is even no shortage of professional-level martial artists, such a terrifying force, if it joins the war, it is not a vain to be invincible.

It only takes a few minutes for a pro-level martial artist to destroy a building.

I haven't heard of a country where there is a war, the whole world is peaceful, at most there are some small frictions, military exercises and so on.

If it is a life-and-death fight, who is the opponent?

After thinking for a while to no avail, Fang Cheng put down his head, looked at the figure of the master busy in the kitchen, and walked over to help make dinner.

There was nothing to say after the meal.

Early the next morning.

As soon as Fang Cheng came back from running, he saw Master sitting at the dining table, the omelette and milk had been arranged, just waiting for him to sit down.

Old man Lu put down the newspaper in his hand and said lightly: "Let's have breakfast." ”

Fang Cheng nodded and hurriedly went to sit down at the dining table.

In the wind and clouds, five fried eggs and three cups of milk slightly filled Fang Cheng's stomach, and he said with satisfaction: "Master, I got up so early today. ”

According to Master's habit, breakfast should be eaten at nine o'clock, but now it is only eight o'clock.

"Yes. Old man Lu bowed his head and said with a smile: "The certification time of the Martial Arts Association is only in the morning, and it is not open in the afternoon. ”

I rub.

The Warrior Association is so fierce?

Fang Cheng was dumbfounded, in today's eight-hour work system, only one morning? No matter what industry it is, there is no way to do it.

"After all, there are not many martial artists, so the office hours of the martial arts association are shorter. ”

"Okay, then I'll wash the dishes first. ”

Fang Cheng cleaned up the dining table, brushed the dishes and chopsticks and put them in the cabinet, and then hurriedly took a shower and changed into martial arts clothes.

According to the network, certification is to test the speed of strength.

"I'm all right. ”

Fang Cheng finished cleaning up, but Old Man Lu was already ready to go and stood at the door.

Old man Lu drove the car, and the two of them sped all the way, although it was Sunday, the traffic on the road was not scarce, and it took nearly fifty minutes to arrive at the Yunhai City branch of the Martial Arts Association.

What catches your eye is an antique-style five-storey façade, a gate made of black unknown crystals, shining in the sunlight breeze, and next to the main entrance are four large stone pillars with some martial arts deeds carved on them.

The façade is just at the corner of the crossroads, and there is a 30-meter-long square in front of the main entrance, and then the road, and the air of dignity comes to the face.

Fang Cheng glanced at Old Man Lu.

Old man Lu said lightly: "Let's go." ”

Fang Cheng followed behind, secretly praising the master's indifferent bearing.