Approaching the gate, the transparent glass gate six or seven meters high slowly opened to both sides, Fang Cheng walked in with his master, but suddenly found that it looked like a five-story building on the outside, but there was only one floor inside!

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The ground is also a gray and black carpet that you can see at a glance that it is a high-end product, and more than ten meters ahead, a dark silver service desk stands.

There are three smiling receptionists standing at the desk.

Seeing Old Man Lu and Fang Cheng walking in, the female receptionist in the middle bloomed with a bright smile, and said softly but clearly: "Welcome to the Yunhai City Martial Arts Association, how can I help you?"

Old man Lu pointed sideways at Fang Cheng: "Professional-level martial artist certification." ”

The eyes of the three reception staff were slightly surprised, it was rare to see such a young professional-level martial artist, but they were professionally trained, and they would never affect their work status because of their emotions.

A male receptionist on the left took out a table from the drawer on the inside of the service desk, put it on the countertop, and looked at Fang Cheng: "Hello, please fill out the form for professional-level martial artist certification." ”

Fang Cheng walked to the front of the service desk, looked at the watch, picked up the pen and filled it out.

He drew a check mark in the box below the middle section on the Beginner, Middle, and Advanced Sections of the Certified Professional Level.

At this time, the male receptionist showed a look of surprise in his eyes, he glanced at Fang Cheng, and said politely: "Is it your first time participating in the certification?"

Fang Cheng filled in his ID number, didn't look up, and nodded lightly.

The male receptionist's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he suggested: "Your first certification, you can choose the initial stage of the professional level, and after passing, you can continue to certify the middle stage." If you directly authenticate the middle segment, you will need to wait another six months before you can re-certify after failing. ”

Fang Cheng smiled, is this looked down upon?

However, people are clear and remind themselves that it is safer to choose the initial stage of certification first.

"It's fine. ”

Seeing that Fang Cheng still insisted on the professional-level mid-section certification, the male receptionist did not make any disdainful and mocking behavior.

This is the Warrior Association, maybe any of the warriors who come will be the True Dragon of the Abyss, the Phoenix of the Falling Valley, and besides, that kind of fool who has no brains will not be able to work in the Warrior Association.

Martial artists are all strong-blooded, proud and confident, provocative warriors, or professional-level powerhouses, isn't that looking for death?

After filling out the form, the male receptionist bowed: "Please come with me." ”

He walked out of the service desk and walked from the side aisle to the rear.

The corner of Fang Cheng's eyes jumped, and he had a deeper impression of the arrogance of the Martial Arts Association, behind was a wide field, white marble floor, fifty meters wide and two hundred meters long, there was still no floor above, and you could see the roof of the shed when you looked up.

You know, this is the prosperous area of Yunhai City, every inch of land is expensive, and it is also a corner of the crossroads, a five-story building, and there is only one floor inside.

Two large pillars on the field are supported in front and back.

"Hello, there are two types of professional-level intermediate certification, strength test and speed test. A middle-aged man in a white martial arts uniform walked over quickly, looked at the form handed by the male receptionist, and nodded slightly to Old Man Lu.

He thought it was Old Man Lu's certification, but he didn't expect it to be Fang Cheng, a young man who is half a big man.

The male receptionist was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly pulled the corner of the middle-aged man's clothes: "Brother Han, the certified martial artist is this." ”

The middle-aged man Brother Han was stunned when he heard this, reacted, instantly turned to Fang Cheng, bowed his head and said, "You are really young and successful, I'm sorry I'm embarrassed." ”

In an instant, the middle-aged man Brother Han understood that Fang Cheng was a terrifying martial arts genius, he hurriedly glanced at the ID number on the form, and with a turn of his eyes, he calculated Fang Cheng's age: Nineteen years old!

His face was pale, he was just a staff member, in case he made the person in front of him angry, not to mention that people would clean up after themselves, or complain, he would lose his job.

Warriors are all about face.

Fang Cheng waved his hand and said, "Okay, can we start now?"

He didn't care at all about the middle-aged man Brother Han's work mistakes, his eyes flashed, and he looked at the straight running and giant stone piers in the field.

"Okay, you're here, please. ”

Brother Han, a middle-aged man, led Fang Cheng to the stone pier.

There are three stone piers on the ground, namely: 400KG, 500KG, and 600KG, and the middle-aged man Han Ge said respectfully: "You only need to lift a stone pier with one hand and pass it above your head." ”

Fang Cheng nodded and looked at the master who was standing outside the venue looking at this side.

Old man Lu said loudly: "Apprentice, hurry up, I'll go back to watch TV when I become a teacher." ”

The corner of the eyes of the male receptionist who was waiting for the results twitched, and it was the first time he had heard such a domineering and confident word, as if he could complete the certification by pinching the handle.

"You please. ”

Brother Han, a middle-aged man, heard Old Man Lu's shout, and his face became more and more respectful.

Those who can come here are not fools, and being able to say such things also means that people are full of confidence.

"Up!"

Fang Cheng's eyes froze, he stepped up, his leg muscles tensed to provide support for his body, and his left hand grasped the rigid pole on the stone pier.

Brother Han, a middle-aged man, stood three meters away, watching Fang Cheng easily lift the stone pier above his head and lightly place it on the ground.

He stepped forward and said with a smile: "Dear Mr. Fang, your strength has been completed, the next step is the speed test, you can run from the starting point to the finish line on the runway, and the speedometer will observe your speed in real time in the second half of the runway." ”

"Oh?"

Fang Cheng raised his eyebrows and looked at the runway.

"That's right, the passing speed of the professional-level mid-level martial artist certification standard is 23 meters per second, and this runway is 100 meters long, which is enough for you to accelerate. ”

Fang Cheng was slightly stunned when he heard this, he really hadn't measured it in terms of speed.

"Whew. ”

Standing in front of the runway, Fang Cheng exerted his strength and galloped towards the finish line.

Running wildly like a flash, Fang Cheng ran with all his strength for the first time, only to feel the wind blowing, and his already short hair seemed to be blown upright!

Bang, Fang Cheng exerted his strength with his two feet again, bursting out with a huge force like a wild beast, and his speed skyrocketed again!

Pass the finish line!

Fang Cheng slowed down, stopped his body, and walked towards the middle-aged man, Brother Han, in small steps.

Brother Han, a middle-aged man, was holding a speedometer in his hand, and the maximum speed of Fang Cheng in the second half of the journey had already appeared on the speedometer: 20 meters per second.

It's still 3 meters away.

Seeing Fang Cheng coming over, the middle-aged man Brother Han stepped forward and said cautiously: "Mr. Fang Cheng, your speed test ...... Slightly worse, your best time is 20 meters per second. ”

Fang Cheng was stunned, he never expected that he would fail the speed test.

In fact, the middle-aged man Brother Han was also puzzled, what is really difficult for the certification of martial artists is strength, muscle strength can not be faked at all, and speed is a test.

Those who pass the strength test will not get stuck on this item.

Could it be that this Mr. Fang didn't give full play?

"There are two chances to test, and you can test again. Brother Han, a middle-aged man, looked at Fang Cheng's uncertain face and reminded in a low voice.

At this time, Old Man Lu also walked over slowly, and looked at his apprentice suspiciously: "Apprentice, haven't you been faster?"

Old man Lu was also very puzzled, as long as the strength went up, the body contained huge power, and the speed was only an incidental, I hadn't heard of any martial artist, the strength had passed the level but fell on the speed.