The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 641 - 291 Continue Martial Arts Training_3

Chapter 641: Chapter 291 Continue Martial Arts Training_3

"What? Where did this happen? How come I didn’t know about it!" the taxi driver became interested.

"It happened on Lianxi Avenue."

"It must be those damn privileged again. Only they would have the guts to kill someone in the street!" The taxi driver spoke indignantly, clearly dissatisfied with the state of the world.

Soon, the taxi stopped in front of the Mingwu Martial Arts Academy.

As Qi Yuan got out of the car, a robot came over making electronic sounds.

"Sky Border smart taxi, autonomous driving, safer with electronics, we welcome your patronage."

As the robot was speaking, it handed a flyer to Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan hadn’t even caught it when the taxi driver, who had gotten out to buy a drink, furiously kicked the robot.

"Damn it, robots taking jobs from us now?"

The taxi driver cursed and left after kicking the robot.

Sky Border smart taxi is a rising ride-hailing company in Qin Yuan Nation.

This kind of ride-hailing service, not only uses an autonomous driving system but also employs robots as drivers, which met with opposition from many drivers.

Of course... opposition was futile.

Qi Yuan didn’t have much of a reaction to this.

He entered Mingwu Martial Arts Academy, found the second senior brother, explained the purpose of his visit, and spent a considerable sum of money to exchange for all nine remaining levels of the "Bright Martial Resonance Fist" Cultivation Technique.

"I didn’t see it coming, but you actually have the capability.

All twelve levels of the ’Bright Martial Resonance Fist’ are yours now.

If you can perfect it, and attend the Martial Arts Conference, you might even make it into the top thirty," the second senior brother couldn’t help but dig his left nostril and warmed up to Qi Yuan considerably.

After all, Qi Yuan had previously seemed to be only dabbling in martial arts.

Now, having spent so much money, he was considered one of their own.

In ancient times, this would have made him a True Disciple.

"The selection competition for the Martial Arts Conference seems to be starting soon. When can we register? When our academy registers, can my name be added?" Qi Yuan revealed his purpose.

Registration for the Martial Arts Conference was done under the name of Martial Arts Academies and schools.

This year’s Martial Arts Conference was fast approaching, and Qi Yuan aimed to win the championship and thereby become the Human Path Martial Lord.

"Only three months left, you’re participating? With your current level, you’ll probably be eliminated in the first round. Barely making it into the city’s top hundred," said the second senior brother as he blinked and looked at Qi Yuan’s handsome face and continued, "Hmm... you’re going to gain some experience, right? Okay, we’ll add your name to our academy’s registration this time. Remember to fill out the application form later."

The second senior brother naturally didn’t know Qi Yuan was aiming for the championship.

Qi Yuan, of course, couldn’t be bothered to explain.

"Thanks, second senior brother. I’m off to train."

After leaving the second senior brother, Qi Yuan returned to the training room.

Wang Shiqiao, with her ponytail high, stood up to greet Qi Yuan as soon as she saw him, "I made another slight adjustment to my nose. Can you tell if it’s a plastic job?"

Last time, she was so angry with Qi Yuan pointing out that her nose wasn’t original that she had stormed into a beauty salon to make a scene.

The doctor had given her a complimentary tweak and readjustment, and she felt it was better than before. That’s why she asked Qi Yuan the question upon seeing him.

"Hmm... don’t ask me, I have very good eyesight," Qi Yuan answered casually.

Wang Shiqiao was at a loss for words: "Damn it, I don’t want this nose anymore!"

The other students around burst into laughter upon hearing Wang Shiqiao’s exclamation.

Qi Yuan didn’t pay further attention and began to focus intently on practicing the Bright Martial Resonance Fist.

An hour passed as he practiced his punches.

During this time, the second senior brother came by with a Martial Arts Conference application form for Qi Yuan to fill out.

Under the surprised gazes of Wang Shiqiao and others, Qi Yuan completed the application form.

"You’ve got quite the nerve, kid, participating in the Martial Arts Conference in your first year. Aren’t you afraid of getting your bones broken?" Wang Shiqiao stretched, and her snug training attire clung tightly to her body, highlighting her curves, with a very tight cleavage at the chest.

Qi Yuan frowned, "Don’t stretch your armpits at me; the smell of sweat is too strong."

"I’ve shaved all the hair there, where does it smell from!

You... no wonder you’re so handsome and still don’t have a girlfriend!" Wang Shiqiao couldn’t resist teasing.

Who talks like that?

Qi Yuan didn’t say a word, but expressed himself through action, moving to another spot to continue training.

Infuriated, Wang Shiqiao stomped her foot: "Just spend your life with your iron fist then!"