The era of high martial arts

Seeing that there was no movement from He Wuming, He Weiran couldn't help but ask, "Father, are you just going to let them go like this?"

"What can we do if we don't let go? You have to remember that only the eight major families can unite to overwhelm the Chinese government. Any family that fights against the Chinese government alone will be seeking death." He Wuming sighed deeply, "After all, there is no reasonable excuse. Otherwise, can I let Zhuo Jiantong take people away?"

"Then we can unite with other aristocratic families to put pressure?" He Weiran asked puzzledly.

"Stupid!" He Wuming couldn't help but cursed, "If other aristocratic families know about this, will they let us get that boxing technique? Even if we put pressure together, the ancestors of those aristocratic families will definitely get a share of the pie. We have practiced boxing all the time, so how can we still have any advantage?”

Zhuo Jiantong was almost mad to death just now, and now he was scolded by the ancestor. He Weiran was usually aloof, but now he could only accept it, "Ancestor, what should we do now?"

"Let Yaoyao get in touch with Li Changan. Isn't Yaoyao taking the college entrance examination in the second half of the year? Let her apply for the Imperial Martial Arts University."

Hearing He Wuming's words, He Weiran wanted to say something, but was interrupted by He Wuming waving his hand.

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This is the second time Li Chang'an has come to the main city of Guangdong and Guangxi. The last time he went to He's house a few days ago passed through the airport in the main city of Guangdong and Guangxi, but this time he was dragged back by Zhuo Jiantong by his collar.

He Wuming did not catch up, and the two of them had no dangers along the way.

Back at the City Lord's Mansion, Zhuo Jian drank three large cups of tea with Niu before sitting on a chair and breathing heavily. Only he knew the danger just now.

Even if He Wuming killed him, the Chinese government would only punish him for the sake of the overall situation. The ancestors in the realm of supernatural powers are the backbone of mankind. Resisting those demon kings depends entirely on these ancestors. This is one of them.

Secondly, the ancestors of the magical realm are not so easy to eliminate. If the Hua Kingdom wants to eliminate a master in the realm of magical powers, even if those people from the eight great families don't help He Wuming, the Hua Kingdom will be severely damaged.

To a certain extent, ancestors in the magical realm have certain privileges.

Of course, not only the ancestors in the magical realm, but innate masters also have privileges, but they are not as big as the ancestors in the magical realm.

If a warrior in the ancient martial arts realm kills several ordinary people, China will definitely pursue it to the end. But if you are an innate master, big things will be reduced to trivial matters.

Of course, it is not because the innate masters are strong in force that they have these privileges, but because of their contribution. That's right, it's a contribution.

The innate masters of China, whether they were from the eight great families or from the government, had all killed monsters outside the city to defend China.

Zhuo Jiantong took a few deep breaths and then said, "Hurry up and leave the main city of Guangdong and Guangxi and return to the Imperial Martial Arts University. There are many masters in the Imperial Capital, and there are also ancestors with magical powers who are in charge. He Wuming doesn't dare to go there to cause trouble."

"Okay, thank you City Lord Zhuo this time."

Li Changan cupped his hands. He originally wanted to say that if the Lord of Rizhuo City wanted to ask for something, he would go through fire and water without hesitation, but it was a pity that the words came to his lips but he did not say them out.

Zhuo Jiantong was a naturally high-ranking boss, so he would need help for anything.

"I will use my authority to temporarily modify your information, and you can take the fighter plane to the imperial capital with peace of mind."

Zhuo Jiantong had thought carefully, and Li Changan could only give thanks again.

After continuing to run all the way, when he returned to the Imperial Capital Airport, Li Changan let out a sigh of relief again. This time, the matter finally came to an end.

It seems that you should be as careful as possible when going out in the future, not to mention that you have offended the He family, and there are also inexplicable forces that want to assassinate you.

It was already late at night, and Li Changan went straight back to his rented house.

It has been almost two months since I came back. I was very busy during the holiday period, so Li Changan stayed at school.

The house is quite clean, and there is always an automatic sweeping robot cleaning it, so you don’t have to do it yourself.

There was a large package two meters high and five meters wide placed in the living room of the room. After looking at the large package for a long time, Li Changan remembered that he bought a virtual fighting machine during the Chinese New Year.

Li Changan was very interested in this thing and couldn't wait to take it apart and take a look.

There were sets of black equipment inside. After verifying the fingerprints, a dozen small robots suddenly flew out of the equipment.

These robots have begun to automatically assemble virtual combat machines, and Li Changan is enjoying himself and watching from the side.

It took half an hour to assemble, and a small house with a diameter of three to four meters sat in Li Changan's living room. After everything was done, a dozen small robots automatically flew to several gaps and embedded themselves in them.

It was perfect now. Li Changan looked at the virtual combat machine carefully, feeling a little indescribably excited.

Li Changan's virtual combat machine is smaller than the one at Zhang Jun's home. After all, it is much cheaper, and Li Changan can understand it.

Stepping into the simulated battle room, Li Changan felt that everything was so familiar.

He quickly put on his black clothes and put on his helmet.

The registration interface appeared in front of Li Changan. The virtual combat machine implemented a machine-account system. It was a pity that it could not be greatly expanded.