Gao Wu: You Stole My Indicators, And You Still Want Me To Be Generous?

A fairly intense fighting match has ended.

Although the spectators in the stands were still unsatisfied, they also left the arena one after another.

Xu Feng followed Ji Zhang, and the two of them took the elevator to the third floor of the Fighter's House.

Here, he needs to do some physical tests to determine his current martial arts level.

"Is there no blood test machine?"

Although Xu Feng rarely tests his qi and blood, because his real-time qi and blood data can be seen on the property panel itself.

But he is no stranger to blood-testing machines.

At this time, after looking around but not finding it, he asked with some doubts.

The chief accountant was not surprised, and explained with a smile:

"Brother Xu Feng, the qi and blood test machine is something that is official, or something that is only available to an official organization.

And this kind of machine actually has a big flaw, that is, it can fake by converging Qi and blood waves.

Although the Fighter's House does not have a machine to directly test Qi and blood, it can also use other means to judge the rank of a warrior. "

Hearing this, Xu Feng nodded.

Indeed, the qi and blood testing machine needs the people inside to automatically stimulate qi and blood in order to test accurate data.

But for people like Xu Feng who have reached the perfect level of restraining qi, it is not easy to hide their qi and blood value.

The two were chatting.

The chief accountant has already recruited two staff members in white coats, and the two pushed a small machine.

Under the command of these two staff members, Xu Feng sat under the machine for about five minutes.

Until the two workers pushed the small machine away again.

He still doesn't know how that thing works.

Because Xu Feng only saw a few beams of light projected by the small machine scanning his body.

It doesn't hurt or itch.

As if seeing his doubts, the chief accountant explained again:

"The machine just now can test the condition of warrior's skin, muscles, and even bone tissue.

This machine can test whether it has been tempered or not, and how far it has been tempered.

Brother Xu Feng, your test report has come out, let me take a look first..."

While the two were talking, one of the staff had already handed over a paper report.

After taking a look, Chief Ji heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile:

"Brother Xu Feng, your status as a first-rank martial artist has been confirmed, and now you still need to sign a management contract.

Don't worry, the terms of the contract are very loose, and there will be no mandatory constraints on you..."

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With that, the Chief Accountant handed over the report and a contract just now.

Xu Feng took it and glanced at the report, then carefully looked at the contract in his hand.

Although what the other party said was very clear, Xu Feng trusted his eyes even more.

But after spending five minutes carefully reading the contract.

He waved his hand and signed his name... well, he signed it twice.

"Brother Xu Feng, happy cooperation! By the way, you can call me old man."

Chief Ji stretched out his hand happily.

Xu Feng shook hands in a coping manner, and said with a smile:

"Happy cooperation, old man! By the way, you should pay more attention to the competition.

Within three days, it doesn't matter how many games you play against, I'll take them all.

But after waiting for three days, it may be a while before I come over. "

Hearing Xu Feng say such loud words again, Chief Ji said in a puzzled way:

"Brother Xu, although I don't know whether I should ask, but as a manager, I still want to ask clearly.

Why do you only accept matches within three days? Do you have anything to do after three days?

Of course, if this matter involves your privacy, then you can also choose not to answer. "Biquku

Xu Feng smiled, didn't hide anything, and said directly:

"There's nothing I can't say about this, because I should be promoted to a second-rank warrior in three days.

When the time comes, as a rookie who has just entered the second rank, I won't come over foolishly looking for a beating. "

The chief planner suddenly realized, but he didn't show any disappointment.

Because Xu Feng only said that he would not be able to come here for a short time after being promoted to the second rank, but he didn't say that he would never come again in the future.

In fact, this is a good thing for Ji Chang himself.

As the manager of a first-rank martial artist, the worth is not the same as that of a second-rank martial artist!

Of course, the basis and premise of all this.

It was the young man named Xu Feng in front of him who really had potential, and it was worth spending time on him.

Thinking of this, Chief Ji smiled and said;

"Brother Xu, if necessary, you can choose a mask you like, of course you don't have to wear it.

I'll report your situation to you immediately. If you're lucky, you might be able to fight today.

And if you perform well at that time, then there should be no shortage of games in these three days. "

Don't look at Xu Feng's eagerness to make money.

In fact, after knowing the specific situation of Xu Feng, the manager of the chief accountant also became anxious.

Xu Feng nodded and watched off

His agent left.

Then he was also going to listen to the accountant and choose an ugly mask to cover his outstanding appearance.

"Oh, it's actually a bit bad to be too handsome, you have to find a way to cover it up.

Otherwise, others will only pay attention to my appearance, and ignore my ability to live without my appearance. "

Xu Feng muttered a little narcissistically, and also stood up.

Choosing a mask is certainly not like shopping in a store, just pick it up and put it on your face.

Instead, choose directly on the computer. As Teacher Xiaoqian said, it is the information age now.

Xu Feng even discovered that there is a simple matching and combination function here.

After the selection is complete.

Fighter's Home will provide fighters with customized services based on the previously scanned facial data.

Xu Feng glanced at the various mask patterns on the computer page, with a disappointed expression.

Because most of them are animal masks, or clown masks and the like.

"I don't want to be called Brother Gouzi or Brother Chicken just because I wear a mask at that time."

After complaining in his heart, Xu Feng suddenly had an idea.

He opened the combination and matching function, and then dragged in a pure white mask template.

Then I selected a pattern with a double circle surrounded by a little bit from the material, and then copied 8 more.

After Xu Feng touched his own face shape, he arranged the nine patterns on the mask according to the top three, middle three, three bottom three.

After thinking about it, I added some colors, namely upper blue, middle red, and lower green.

"That's it, the nine-tube mask!"

Looking at the finished product, Xu Feng clapped his hands, and then pressed the 'Customized Service' button.

That's right! The interface itself was opened for him by the accountant just now, and the corresponding person is Xu Feng.

It has to be said that the efficiency of Fighter's House is still very fast.

Xu Feng waited for about twenty minutes.

A nine-tube mask that fit his face very well was delivered to him.

At the same time, the chief accountant who had been busy before also brought him good news:

Xu Feng's debut at the Fighter's House is the second match of the three-day clock this afternoon.

It's just that the Chief Accountant was stunned behind the nine-tube mask on Xu Feng's face, and then said:

"Ahem, brother Xu, people who participate in fighting competitions will give themselves a nickname, you should think about it too!"

Xu Feng nodded, pointed at his mask, and said:

"Don't think about it, my nickname is 'Nine Tubes'."