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Chapter 32 Ancient Martial Civilization
Chapter 32. Ancient Martial Arts Civilization
"You have a lot of friends."

"what?"

"Nothing, just say whatever you want."

In the dark detention room of Liuquan Police Station, Long Wei smiled.

She just got the news that many people outside are doing everything possible to rescue Ren Ping, and for this reason, they have searched all kinds of sources.

Of course, Ren Ping didn't know all of this.

It was the fifth day of detention.

The long-term fatigued interrogation made him feel extremely tormented. In addition, the diet in the police station was so weak, his body and spirit were very weak, and he gradually became unable to support himself.

In the past few days, Ren Pingshao said he had gone through more than [-] interrogations.

As for Long Wei, she has never been interrogated since she came in, as if the police also knew that she was just here to make up the numbers.

However, taking this opportunity, he also gradually discovered some incredible things.

This Long Wei... is really unusual!
It doesn't refer to the background of life experience, or the temperament of speech.

But the body!

Ren Ping had carefully observed that she only slept for about two hours every night, and spent the rest of the time sitting quietly with her eyes closed, like an old monk in meditation, with very few minor movements.

This situation is very reminiscent of the legendary internal martial art of breathing and breathing.

Although he has not experienced interrogation, it stands to reason that anyone who stays in a dark and airtight environment like a detention room for five days will be extremely depressed.

It ranges from insomnia and crankiness, to severe and frantic shouting.

However, there was nothing unusual about Long Wei.

From the beginning to the end, she was able to maintain an unusually stable mental state, without panic or confusion.

Even when he spoke, he always spoke calmly and slowly, as if he didn't care about the situation at hand.

This performance can no longer be explained by a simple background and confidence.

But an extraordinary state of mind!

It is definitely not available to ordinary people!
Ren Ping couldn't help but think of four words——

Ancient martial arts civilization.

This is the term he first learned from the system.

According to the systematic records, this kung fu-like civilization was born in early China and lasted for thousands of years.

After the modern industrial revolution, it was silent for a period of time, but it will develop again in the future and become a kind of human body science advocated by the public.

The so-called ancient martial arts.

Simply put, it relies on a series of changes such as movement and stillness, speed, relaxation, tension, radius, ups and downs, etc. to stimulate the potential of the human body.

The human body is a treasure house. From a purely physical point of view, people who practice ancient martial arts may reach their physical limits.

For example, 10 meters in 1 seconds, vertical jump of 200 meter, punching force of [-] kilograms, etc.

In the later stage, it may even temper the spiritual will, making people's beliefs indomitable and difficult to destroy!
Ren Ping didn't really believe in such mysterious and mysterious things, so he didn't think about it.

But now, the facts are in front of us.

He didn't believe that a person could stay in the detention room safe and sound for five days just because he had a good attitude!
Just like a normal person!
"What's wrong with you? You don't look good. Have you not eaten enough?"

Seeing that Ren Ping's already pale face was a little more confused, Long Wei couldn't help worrying.

At this mention, Ren Ping remembered again.

These days she doesn't even eat very much...

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

As soon as the voice fell, a system prompt appeared in his mind.

[Accumulated civilization points: 19 points]

[Ancient martial arts civilization, initial exchange points: 5 points]

【Whether to exchange? 】

exchange!

Ren Ping no longer hesitated.

Immediately afterwards, a white warm current appeared at the heart.

At the beginning, it was like spring water gushing out.

Then it became bigger and bigger, overflowing continuously, pouring into the limbs and bones like a tributary of a river.

Being washed away by this warm current, Ren Ping's fatigue eased slightly.

But that's all. The rush of this warm current seems to be very long, and it is not a short-term effort.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ren Ping also began to truly understand this civilization from the future.

[Initial Introduction to Ancient Martial Civilization:]

[The human body is like a treasure house, the limit is 1;]

[For undeveloped ordinary people, less than one user out of ten is 0;]

[From then on, every time you advance to one rank, your strength will double, such as:]

[0, professional athlete]

[0, all-around world champion]

[0, Unlimited Free Fighter]

[0, the king of fighting! 】

【0......】

【…】

【1!The limit of the human body, free to avoid light thermal weapons! 】

"It turns out that humans in the future have already developed the human body to such an extent,"

"With the limits of the human body, if you can freely dodge light thermal weapons, wouldn't it mean that you can't even be killed by a sniper rifle?"

"Even in the early stages of training, you can still reach the level of a professional athlete, which is much better than ordinary people!"

There was a burst of wonder in his heart, and Ren Ping couldn't help but feel his blood boiling.

When I looked down, I saw a somewhat illusory number vaguely printed on my body under the automatic detection of the system:

0.

It seems that even if he thinks he has a good physique, he is still considered an "undeveloped ordinary person" by the system.

What's more, at this time, I am exhausted physically and mentally, and I am afraid that I am far worse than ordinary people...

With a twitch in his heart, he was trying to see if he could check Long Wei's level.

Sudden--

"Ren Ping!"

The iron fence not far away was slammed and rattled.

Accompanied by a deep voice.

This means that the time for interrogation has arrived again.

Ren Ping was no stranger to it.

When he got up and was about to go out, the tip of his eyebrows twitched suddenly, and a strong and extremely bad premonition came to his heart.

Looking up, I saw that the detention room was deserted, and the crowded police station seemed to have been emptied, leaving only two blurred figures.

One of them stood a little far away and stood against the light, and it was still a little strange.

"Officer, why are the others missing?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Come along!"

The short policeman said impatiently.

Ren Ping narrowed his eyes slightly.

Suddenly, she took two steps back, took out something from the inner pocket of her jacket, and handed it to Long Wei.

"Keep it safe for me."

Long Wei looked down and saw a blue and white porcelain cup the size of a walnut.

When I thought about it carefully, I remembered that it was the one that Ren Ping bought when we met in Songjiaqiao Market that day.

Can't help but be taken aback:
"This is real?"

Ren Ping was noncommittal, smiled, and walked out of the detention room.

Long Wei put the things away carefully. Although she was a little surprised, based on her knowledge and experience, even if this August Osmanthus Cup was real, it was nothing.

Far less important than the twelve hidden flower gods that Ren Ping knew.

What made her belatedly realized was that something was wrong with the atmosphere today.

Otherwise, why did Ren Ping suddenly commit at this time?
"Uncle Yan, is there really someone who can save him?"

With a little uneasiness, Long Wei suddenly said softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint light flashed on the inside of his left wrist.

"Yes, apart from us, there are at least two ways among that boy's friends that can easily save him."

A quiet, emotionless voice came out of the white twilight:

"But...it might take some time."

"I'm afraid I can't wait,"

Long Wei frowned slightly:

"How long will it take for us to arrange this?"

"Not much, 5 minutes."

"Okay, get ready and listen to my news. At the critical moment, you must order until you let go!"

"Yes!"

……

"See you again, officer."

trial room.

The three sat facing each other.

Sitting opposite Ren Ping on the left was an old acquaintance, the short policeman who brought him in at first, couldn't help but tease him after meeting.

"Be smart! This is the interrogation room!"

The short man glared at him, then couldn't help but glance at the person beside him.

I saw that the man was about 50 years old, of medium height, with a thin body, a sallow complexion, and a few sparse strands of goatee in the style of the Republic of China on his chin.

Coupled with a very ordinary face, placed in the crowd, it belongs to the type that is not eye-catching and is automatically ignored by people.

The only recognizable thing is that there is an old-fashioned pipe in his mouth.

These days, there are very few people who smoke old-fashioned dry tobacco.

"You bastard, why don't you admit it?"

Just like the previous dozens of interrogations, the short man still went through the process step by step.

Ren Ping ignored him at all and kept focusing on the lean old man.

This is indeed the first time I have seen this person in so many days.

The point is, even though he was wearing a police uniform, he exuded a completely different aura, just like... some down-to-earth people in the rivers and lakes.

Unruly, perverse, and wild.

Just sitting on one side is a pain in the throat.

Through the rising wisps of smoke, Ren Ping could see clearly that the other party didn't pay much attention to the short man's interrogation.

Even like himself, his face was full of disdain.

After a while, he put down the pipe from his mouth and tapped it lightly on the table.

Then, with a flash of his right hand, he grabbed Ren Ping's left wrist.

"Is this the one who stole things that day?"

In an understatement, the thin old man had already restrained Ren Ping.

Ren Ping only felt a sharp pain in his wrist. Those five fingers were like steel and iron clamps, tightly clamping him. The slightest movement would cause the pain to penetrate into his bones.

Before he could react, he did the same with the other wrist and grabbed it tightly.

"Or, is this one?"

The other party's cold sarcasm came to his ears, as if he were carrying something worth mentioning.

Even the short policeman was stunned for a moment, at a loss.

After a while, Ren Ping took a breath and looked at the lean old man with narrowed eyes:

"You... are not a policeman!"

(End of this chapter)