Chapter 1: The Disparity of Martial Arts

Blue Star, Qingzhou.

Rong City.

The night is already dark, and the sky in Rong City tonight is pitch black and even the stars cannot be seen.

The high-speed train slowly drove into the platform, and the heavy portal opened, and the traces of armor reinforcement could still be seen throughout the station.

"The train has arrived at Chengdu East Station. Please get off the train in an orderly manner."

Li Changqing walked out of the platform with his suitcase. He was wearing a washed long-sleeved shirt, pure cotton sports pants, and a pair of canvas shoes. In Rongcheng, where the night-fresh mat, the temperature was very suitable.

The bus was too late, and there were almost no passengers. Li Changqing took out the paper ticket in his pocket and quickly passed the unmanned security checkpoint.

Electronic tickets were obviously popularized in the 21st century, but unexpectedly, a hundred years later, it has a regression.

Today, when technology is locked down, the sequelae left by the war still cannot be lifted.

"You're welcome, it's just a matter of raising your hands."

"Classmate, haven't you got a taxi?" Jiang He didn't know Li Changqing.

The two passed by each other, and Li Changqing walked onto a small passenger car carrying luggage and shoulder to shoulder with a large pile of goods.

Before the young man could react, the middle-aged man in charge quickly stepped forward and held his palm in the young man's dull eyes.

Five minutes passed, and after taking a look at the unresponsive mobile phone, Li Changqing no longer expects taxis to come to remote places like the station.

Li Changqing had no objection to this. He carried his suitcase and trotted forward, nodding to thank him when he passed by Jiang He.

The key to accommodating psychic energy is still the body.

What's going on?

Li Changqing's pupils were tightened, and he only felt that he was a villain and a gentleman's belly.

A handsome young man wearing a white T-shirt, brown sweatpants and a backpack walked out of the waiting hall in a low profile.

Since a hundred years ago, Blue Star frequently sent telegrams to the universe in the past, the coordinates of the planet were captured by aliens, and technology was locked by the other party using unknown means.

But looking at the other person's outfit, when he thought of the present time, he pointed his hand at the numerous cars next to him.

The other party hung up the phone, Li Changqing glanced at his phone, and finally entered the radio channel and began to try his luck.

"Hello, I am a student of the psychic energy department who graduated from Qingzhou Psychology University this year. I just applied for the martial arts school assessment last week. Can I come to the station to pick me up if there is a free vehicle in the martial arts school?"

"It's too late now, I guess you can't get a taxi, come up."

"The shuttle bus? It's gone long ago." The staff member shook his head.

He sat on the bench and leaned against the wall and looked at the station electronic screen.

In the car, he had already learned about the situation from the driver. It was only two kilometers away from the hotel he had booked, so just walk along the road.

"Sorry, the station will only provide special pick-up and drop-off services to registered warriors, sorry."

If you see it, what is a row of noodles?

"Let's go together, you should have just graduated."

Li Changqing is an orphan who grew up from the government welfare dean.

【Body +1】

Li Changqing ran for more than ten minutes at a distance of two kilometers, even with the lack of loads behind him.

The door is open.

As the order collapsed, the war began.

Since then, humans have begun a century-long ascension of psionic energy.

"Yes, I'm at Rongcheng East Station."

He turned his head suddenly and saw black cars driving into the mountain road and parked outside the station.

"Student Jiang He, the hotel has been arranged, let's go back to the city first."

Humans have obtained clues about psionic technology from it, and the subspace's psionic monsoon also blows into this universe.

"Thank you, classmates."

Then, the weight-bearing jogging was started.

As a student with almost the lowest evaluation score, he did not meet the threshold for the middle school C required by the college.

Li Changqing came to the ticket office and knocked on the window: "Hello, is there any shuttle bus going down the mountain now?"

"Oh, there is no human rights in the D level." Li Changqing sighed with his head raised.

It seemed that it was not him who ignored Li Changqing before.

Thanks to the fact that the population of Blue Star has not yet returned to pre-war levels, orphans like him can also go to college with free government support.

"The station can pick it up and drop it off..." Before Li Changqing finished speaking, the staff directly stretched out their hand.

Li Changqing saw that the middle-aged man led by the crowd looked at him a few times, but after taking out his cell phone to compare, he no longer looked at him.

As long as he breaks his limit every time he exercises, his physical and qi and blood concentration can increase.

"Do you have a warrior's ID?"

The huge banner caught my eye, causing Li Changqing to stand up to stop.

"You are Jiang He. You are so handsome and talented!"

Li Changqing got out of the car with his suitcase, and he looked at the convoy's huge back.

Jiang He, of course he remembers this name.

But then, the car door opened and the crowd came out one after another, and then a huge banner was raised above the head.

“Is my university review?”

Li Changqing opened the concealed buckles on both sides of the suitcase, pulled out two straps, and directly carried the suitcase on his back.

"Huh——" Li Changqing's chest bulged and he let out a deep white breath.

"Oh." Jiang He nodded repeatedly as if he had never seen the world.

"Come on me, right? OK, trouble."

Then he took out his miscellaneous mobile phone, entered the taxi radio channel, and started calling.

It is a genius who can inevitably become a warrior, and there is a high probability that he will grow from a warrior to a psychic genius within five years!

"Dududu--"

But fortunately, during the war, an ancient alien ruin hidden underground was discovered by humans.

At the intersection.

Such achievements can barely be considered a healthy person, and even fail to meet the level of ordinary athletes in the old era.

"...Well, my psychic evaluation is at level D. Yes, I didn't pass the college assessment."

This is a vision he discovered in himself yesterday.

So I could only settle for the second best, and come to the folk martial arts hall with slightly lower requirements to try to get the opportunity to become a warrior.

"Didi--"

At this moment, he was extremely envious of the online ride-hailing service that he had seen in the textbook, which was developed in the Internet in the last century.

However, it seems that Chengtian Martial Arts Hall does not pay attention to the tail of a crane like him.

Li Changqing burst into laughter. He turned around and left the window, and casually found a bench in the hall to sit down.

Finally, at the end of the road, an old six-story hotel caught Li Changqing's eyes.

"It turns out that he is alumni of Jiang He, so let's go together." The middle-aged man immediately greeted Li Changqing enthusiastically when he heard this.

"Sure enough, it's good to be a warrior."

"It's so late, I don't know if there are any taxis."

He watched the middle-aged man open the car door and invite Jiang He into the car.

Such a desperate technological gap makes all governments on Blue Star feel desperate.

Li Changqing's eyes were full of energy.

Just as he was about to get into the car, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Li Changqing standing alone with his suitcase on the side.

His steps were steady, and his qi and blood were rolling, and it increased a little out of thin air. Although it was just a trivial point, it was surrounded by all rivers. When the qi and blood were overflowing, it would be a scattered fusion.

“Successfully.”

The other party is a classmate from the same department as him, but unlike Li Changqing's D-level rating, Jiang He is the best genius in the academy's psychic talent this year, and his rating has reached B Middle School.

A warm stream flowed through Li Changqing's body, and his sore muscles relaxed, and even his originally rapid breathing became smoother.

More than ten seconds later, the phone was answered.
To be continued...