"Well, let's go." Old Man Lu nodded, smiled, and walked quickly in front of him regardless.

The two walked into the underground parking lot in front of the station and parked behind a car. Fang Cheng's eyes lit up, and it was still the black supercar.

"You drive?"

Old Man Lu handed over the key.

"No, Master, there are many people at the station, and I don't have a driver's license yet." Fang Cheng waved his hands repeatedly and asked him to drive out, so he said that it was a big problem to drive out of such a narrow parking lot.

"Haha." Old Man Lu laughed.

Driver's license?

If you drive such a supercar, as long as you drive normally, don’t speed or commit suicide, no traffic police will come to check you, and routine inspections will bypass you.

Old Man Lu shrugged, unlocked the car door, and sat in.

Fang Cheng sat in the passenger seat, watched the roof of the sports carport slowly folded back, and smiled and said, "Master, do you like driving in a convertible so much?"

It's so silly... Fang Cheng secretly complained.

"Boy, what do you know? This can increase the chance of safety." Old Man Lu started the supercar, buzzed, stepped on the accelerator a few times, and slowly drove out of the parking lot.

"Safety?"

Fang Cheng was a little confused and didn't understand what the relationship between convertibles and safety.

"You are stupid. If you get into a car accident, it is easy to jump and escape from the car body with the strength of a warrior, as long as there is no ceiling limit, you can jump and escape from the car body. It's stupid!"

Old man Lu regrets that he can't make a steel path.

Fang Cheng was about to speak when the supercar drove out of the underground parking lot. His vision suddenly lit up and his words stopped. He looked at this international city quietly.

Looking at the charming scenery of Yunhai City, the tall buildings, and the passing pedestrians coming and going, Fang Cheng couldn't help but feel sad in his heart. The city is very big, but there are few people who know each other and he has no sense of belonging.

In Yunhai City, the school is quite familiar with Han Wenshi. Many people in the class can’t name it. Fang Cheng has been busy practicing martial arts. It’s good to have time to attend classes, let alone participate in class activities.

While gaining, it also means losing.

It is almost impossible to be relaxed and relaxed, have time to attend classes, have dinner, play games, and keep practicing martial arts progress.

You cannot have both fish and bear's paw.

It takes five or six hours to practice martial arts every day, and the round trip takes more than half an hour.

There are too many people in the school, and there is no secluded place.

After his mood was stirring, Fang Cheng quickly calmed down and stopped worrying about it. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it, three times in a row.

"Advisor."

Amid the whistling wind, Old Man Lu's voice sounded.

Fang Cheng turned his head and looked at the master holding the steering wheel and staring straight ahead.

"This time I asked you to come back three days in advance. I thought that you also have the ability to be professional in the early stages of the period, so that you can go to the International Warriors Association to verify it, so that it will be convenient for anything in the future."

“Certification?”

Fang Cheng said in confusion that he had not yet come into contact with the real martial arts circle and did not understand the use of certification.

"Well, it takes two days to verify. The first day tests strength and the next day to obtain the certificate." After catching the traffic light, Old Man Lu stepped on the brake lightly and stopped steadily.

"oh."

Old Man Lu turned his head and glanced at Fang Cheng, trembled his eyes and cursed with a smile: "Why did you accept your stupid apprentice? I don't understand why you certified it? You won't check it online? You will know if you eat it at home during the winter vacation."

Fang Cheng suddenly woke up.

Yes, you can go online to learn about it.

Old Man Lu sneered again: "A master like this, you have learned to surf the Internet. You are stunned for a winter vacation? You have the ability to be professional in the early stages of your life, so you won't use your own brains?"

Fang Cheng smiled and said, "What's the use of certification? Anyway, my professional-level strength will not be lost."

Old Man Lu sighed and started the car, saying, "Certification is of course useful. Just like the Weibo of you young people, certification means putting on an official coat. And the Warriors Association will also provide some convenience."
Chapter completed!