Global High Martial Arts: My Martial Arts Skills Are Actively Cultivated

The First People's Hospital of Qingshan City, the smell of disinfectant fills the air.

A special ward.

A lot of flowers were piled up in the corridor, and most of the prestigious institutions in the city sent representatives to express condolences to Ning Chuan.

The flash was on and the reporters covered the whole thing.

Ning Chuan was very cooperative, with a standard smile and sincere thanks.

actually is not he cares about the image.

Indeed, these institutions have given too much.

Qingshan No. 1 Middle School, two nutrient solutions for beasts!

Mayor's Office, 100,000 in cash!

ED, a nutrient solution for animals!

Be brave for the youth fund, 150,000 yuan!

...

Representatives from all parties were very discerning. Seeing that Ning Chuan was injured, they did not delay, praised a few words, took a group photo, and walked away.

After more than an hour, they all disappeared.

Only a few police officers were left to guard here.

"call!"

Ning Chuan let out a long breath and rubbed his cheeks that were about to freeze.

Making money is not easy!

Suddenly, Ning Chuan found that the pain on his body had subsided a lot. Looking down, most of the wounds were scarred, and some small openings even grew pink skin.

Federal medical technology is very developed.

With his injuries, he can heal in a day or two without leaving a single scar.

Of course, the cost is also very expensive, nearly a million.

However, Ning Chuan was injured on duty, and all treatment costs are borne by the government, so he doesn't need to care.

bedside.

Seeing Ning Chuan's actions, Zhou Wei showed apology in his eyes and said, "I'm sorry, it's my fault for not being able to arrive sooner."

Within two minutes of his departure, someone called the police.

However, there are police stations in each district of Qingshan City, and they are managed in parallel with each other. He did not receive the notice and found that Zhao Weiping was still using the car radio.

"It's okay." Ning Chuan waved his hand and smiled, "I also gained a lot from it."

this battle.

His Wind Step and Lightning Strike were both promoted to the perfect Realm.

If it is normal cultivation, I don't know how long it will take.

In addition, his state of mind has also been sublimated in the battle of life and death, becoming tough.

Zhou Wei thought that Ning Chuan was talking about the police department's reward, and said, "That one million is not a problem, but the quota for the Shanhai Talent Training Camp..."

A look of embarrassment appeared on Zhou Wei's face.

Ning Chuan raised his brows lightly and said with a smile, "If you have anything to say, just say it directly. I have a strong psychological quality and can bear it!"

He beheaded Zhao Weiping, and millions of people in Qingshan City witnessed it with their own eyes.

Zhou Wei whispered: "Some policemen watched the surveillance camera of the butcher shop and thought that you could kill Zhao Weiping, provided that Lu Mengyue severely injured him.

Lu Mengyue played a key role.

So, they think, you get a million reward.

The Shanhai Genius Training Camp is owned by Lu Mengyue. "

"Of course, people with discerning eyes know that killing Zhao Weiping with your own hands will definitely have a greater effect!"

Zhou Wei said angrily, then sighed.

"It's just that you may not be aware that the Lu family where Lu Mengyue lives is very powerful in Qingshan City and can influence the police station."

Ning Chuan frowned slightly and said, "The Lu family is gone?"

He could save Lu Mengyue's life.

"That's not it."

Zhou Wei shook his head and said, "As far as I know, it's just those police officers who want to show affection to the Lu family."

"Since that's the case, give Lu Mengyue the Shanhai training camp, I don't mind."

Ning Chuan shrugged and said.

He really didn't lie.

Shanhai talent training camp, he does not pay as much attention as others.

Martial Dao cultivation, the two most difficult things, one is Realm Ascension, and the other is cultivation martial arts.

Both of these points are irrelevant to him.

What he needs most is resources and martial arts.

With Lu Mengyue's temperament, if he gets the Shanhai Talent Training Camp, he will definitely give him equivalent compensation.

"It turns out that in your eyes, I am a person who loves to take advantage!"

A faint unpleasant voice came from the door.

Lu Mengyue sat in a wheelchair and stared at Ning Chuan angrily. Lu Zhan pushed her into the ward.

Ning Chuan smiled and said, "I'm sincere, the Shanhai Talent Training Camp has little effect on me.

Of course, I know you're sorry.

So please flood me with money! "

"You keep it for yourself!"

Lu Mengyue rolled her eyes and said, "My current focus is to promote Practitioner and assist the police, and I'm just looking for breakthrough opportunities. I didn't want to go there."

"It's a pity, I still want to take the opportunity to knock you out!"

Ning Chuan shook his head regretfully.

Seeing that the conversation between the two was temporarily over, Zhou Wei raised his hand to salute and said solemnly: "Road Knight, hello!"

"Um."

Lu Zhan never spoke much, just nodded.

Later, Lu Zhan looked at Ning Chuan and said, "Mengyue told me that you saved her life, and I owe you a favor."

Ning Chuan said with a smile, "I'm Lu Mengyue's classmate. It's right to save her."

Lu Zhan didn't chat anymore, he flipped his left hand, a business card appeared in his hand, and handed it to Ning Chuan.

"Contact me when you need it."

No need to say what.

Zhou Wei looked at Ning Chuan with envious eyes.

In Qingshan City, as long as Lu Zhan thinks about it, there is almost nothing impossible.

This business card can be regarded as a wish machine!

Seeing the business card, Ning Chuan froze for a moment, realizing that Lu Zhan's previous promise was not being polite to him, he quickly stretched out his hands and solemnly took the business card.

His mood sublimated, only stronger.

It's not that it has become inhumane.

Facing the thigh, whether to hug or to hug.

"Uncle Lu, I won't be polite to you!"

Ning Chuan glanced at the business card and grinned.

As expected of being the number one powerhouse in Qingshan City, the business card reveals a powerful aura, with a pure White Hits bottom, only the word "Road War" and a contact information.

Don't be afraid that others won't recognize you.

What a gold-encrusted business card is simply weak!

Lu Mengyue rolled her eyes at Ning Chuan and said, "Uncle Lu? You really know how to hit a snake with a stick! Why don't you call him godfather!"

Since she was rescued by Ning Chuan, she didn't realize it, and her attitude became much more intimate.

"Uncle Lu, is it okay?"

Several people laughed and chatted casually, and after a while, they each left.

Ning Chuan lay on the bed and began to count today's harvest.

Beast Nutrient Solution, nine sticks!

Cash or check, $1,075,000!

The police station still has a million unpaid.

The bank account balance is 600,000.

Ning Chuan calculated in his heart, and when he got the result, he was taken aback.

Nearly five million!

Save some time, the official Practitioner is enough!

In a short time, he will no longer be troubled by money.

"In this case, it's time to change the breathing method!"

Ning Chuan secretly said.

Depending on the level of breathing technique, there is still a certain gap in the tempering effect.

Just like today, if he cultivated an S-level breathing technique known for his endurance, he didn't need to take the risk to kill Zhao Weiping, and he could dodge with a blast of wind.

"However, there is no S-class breathing method on the market!"

Ning Chuan has some regrets.

The S-level breathing method in the hands of private forces is not rumored at all.

No amount of money.

That was the source of giving their children the lead at the starting line.

The federal government also has a number of masters in the hands, so they don't hide their secrets, but they need to be exchanged for merit.

When he killed Zhao Weiping, he won a lot of merits.

However, the number of meritorious feats required for S-level martial arts is a drop in the bucket.