Fang Xian sat down in his seat and turned on the internet.
After typing in the keywords, the popularity of the newcomer competition was indeed high, and there were detailed reports.
"Huo Wuyong, level eight martial artist, tsk tsk … the most difficult to cultivate Ren and Du meridians have all been condensed. It is said that he can break through to Martial Master at any time, but he deliberately suppressed it to find the best state to break through?"
"There is an analysis on the internet. The so-called best state is when he sweeps the freshmen and becomes the strongest newcomer king, forging an invincible aura and breaking through to Innate Stage on the podium … Tsk tsk, we can't compare …" Wang Lei sighed. He actually did not feel any envy, jealousy, or hatred, because the gap was too big, he could not even be jealous.
"This is a bit too pretentious … It will be fun if he is accidentally exposed …"
Fang Xian complained and continued to read, "Hmm? He has a strong background … the son of Huo Feilong, chairman of Interstellar Airlines? "
"A winner in life, we can't be envious."
Huang Lan opened another news, "Look at this, an absolute beauty! Xiao Linger, level seven martial artist! The second most popular, the goddess in the hearts of boys! "
"Valkyrie!" Ning Chen added, "If you marry someone you can't beat, be careful of domestic violence!"
Fang Xian nodded, "A martial artist who has opened the Ren and Du meridians is indeed a bit powerful …"
His True Qi value was just over 100. When he encountered a martial artist like Ling Ziling who had just broken through, the total amount of True Qi did not exceed him by too much, only about 30 to 40 percent, which could be made up with moves and experience.
However, martial artists at the level of Ren and Du meridians had a total amount of True Qi of more than 200, which was already a problem of two or three times, forming a crushing advantage over martial artists.
If one's inner force was too strong, it would be impossible to make up for it with ordinary moves and experience.
Beep beep!
"The income of your account ending with * * * * * …"
Suddenly, Fang Xian found a message on his communication bracelet and could not help but nod in satisfaction, "Zhou He is awesome, he increased the money just like that! But he should be earning more, otherwise he wouldn't be so happy … "
…
Night fell.
Fang Xian swaggered out of the school gate. The gatekeeper was not surprised and even smiled at him in a flattering manner.
"That's the good thing about a diploma mill. It's like there's no security at all. I'm used to it …"
After walking a certain distance, Fang Xian immediately used the Flying Dragon's Eight Steps and leaped onto the wall.
If Zhou He was here, his eyeballs would have popped out of their sockets.
His Lightness Technique allowed him to travel four to five feet (over ten meters), which was almost comparable to a Xiantian Martial Master.
Taking advantage of the fact that there were no surveillance cameras nearby, Fang Xian roamed around to his heart's content. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the rooftop of a building.
During this period of time, other than practicing martial arts, he had also been adapting his skills to the rules of this world. At this time, he had already gained a little.
"Flesh and Blood Transformation, Invisible Phantom!"
Fang Xian wiped his face with his hand, and his muscles and blood vessels began to adjust, turning into another face. At the same time, his body became translucent, as if he was covered in a layer of camouflage.
This was a power that had never appeared in this world!
If he was discovered, the consequences would be unimaginable.
After doing all that, Fang Xian used his Lightness Technique and arrived at the black market of Eastern State.
Although it was called a black market, there were no shops in Eastern State. That would be too eye-catching.
At most, there were small shops scattered around. On the surface, they looked no different from normal shops. However, the owners secretly accepted some grey business of selling and selling stolen goods.
Fang Xian hurried for a while before deactivating the Invisible Phantom and swaggered into a garage.
"I'm looking for Old Huang. We have an appointment."
He spoke softly, his voice low.
Inside the garage, a group of muscular men with tattoos looked over with unfriendly gazes. Now that they had calmed down a little, they went back to their own business.
When Fang Xian arrived at the office, he saw a middle-aged man in his forties sitting on the office chair.
"Dark Star, you're here."
When Old Huang saw Fang Xian, he quickly stood up to make tea.
This was a ruthless character. His skills were especially strong, and his attacks were especially vicious. He was not someone to be trifled with.
"I've brought the money. Where's the stuff?"
Fang Xian tossed a wad of cash on the table.
"Here, here."
Old Huang closed the office door and moved away an oil painting, revealing the safe behind it. He keyed in the password and pulled open the heavy valve. He took out a small briefcase, placed it on the table, and opened it before Fang Xian.
Inside the briefcase was a black fragment the size of a palm.
"Mech fragment, made from True Steel alloy. I had to do a lot of favors to get it …" Old Huang sighed.
Fang Xian grabbed it and infused a strand of spiritual energy into it.
Weng weng!
The True Steel vibrated immediately. As expected, it was highly sensitive to spiritual energy. This was also the most convenient and accurate way to identify this alloy.
"Very good, the deal is done."
Fang Xian nodded. "Next time, remember to call me. You know how to contact me … If there's any news about the real mech, remember to contact me."
"That's not possible. We still want to live longer. It's fine to sell some fragments or small parts, but the core engine has a serial number …"
Old Huang smiled bitterly.
"As long as the benefits are big enough, there will always be people who have the guts, right? I'm just buying information … "
Reselling mechs was equivalent to reselling top-grade firearms. The implications were too big. Fang Xian could understand that this was just a hope.
After walking out of the garage, he activated his qinggong and disappeared quickly.
He was naturally very interested in this world's highest weapon — the mech.
Now, this kind of research was just a small test.
"After this period of testing and gathering information, it's not very possible for a civilian to become a mech pilot by themselves, unless they join the military or other super forces …"
"After all, it's the essence of a civilization. If I want to crack it with my own research, I'll be underestimating it. I need systematic learning. The best way is to become famous in one battle and then transfer!"
If Zhou He knew of Fang Xian's plan, he would probably vomit blood.
The reason why Fang Xian was willing to come to this kind of fly-by-night university was because he wanted to transfer and save a year of repetition.
Even without this freshmen competition, he would find some "Little Martial Holy Grail" or "Youth Tournament" to debut, and then amaze the world with a single brilliant feat, hoping to be specially recruited.
"It's the scale that needs to be carefully grasped … If my performance isn't outstanding enough, I won't be able to impress the mech departments of top-grade universities. If my performance is too monstrous, I'll attract too much attention …
"However, I happen to have a target to imitate — Tea Ball! What talent did she show to be specially recruited by Martial God University's mech department?
"This time, I'll go to the Martial God District and ask around, and also understand the market."
Only by knowing more information could he better plan for the future!
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