Hua Chunqiu was reminiscing at an old friend's house.
This old friend is also a well-known big shot in the East China Sea. He is already very old, but his son is quite outstanding.
"You are the most powerful doctor in Great Xia, why are you so free?"
"Haha, you also know that I am the number one miracle doctor in Daxia and I have a distinguished status. I don't want to take action. Who dares to force me?"
"You're an old guy, you just know how to brag. Now that you're old, can you be more honest?"
"Isn't it the same for you? As you age, you seem to be relegated to the background, but in fact you are still in control of the overall situation."
"Haha, I just want to train my grandson and make my grandson more powerful! He is not the same as you!"
Hua Chunqiu and his old friend were taunting each other.
This old friend of his is the president of the Donghai Martial Arts Association!
There are too many warriors in the East China Sea, and a strong person is needed to help supervise the martial arts department.
The Martial Arts Association came into being.
They do not govern warriors, nor do they force warriors, but they often invite powerful seniors to explain the path of martial arts.
At the same time, they will also issue some benefits regularly.
However, these benefits are only appreciated by warriors with no identity background.
How can any martial artist with a family background care about this?
Maybe it’s not as good as the servants at home!
It is also in this environment that most of the members of the Martial Arts Association are casual practitioners.
Those well-known martial artists did not pay much attention to this martial arts association.
If it weren't for the president of the Martial Arts Association, that is, the old man sitting in front of Hua Chunqiu was a super strong man, how could those children of famous families take the Martial Arts Association seriously?
"Lao Jiang, have you considered Qin Yang, the person I recommended to you?"
Hua Chunqiu looked at his old friend in front of him with a serious expression.
President Jiang did not answer, but picked up the teacup and took a sip, then sighed: "It's not whether I think about it or not."
"But is he willing to join the Wushu Association? He seems to be a casual cultivator, but he is not."
"Behind him are the Zhangwusi of Tianjiang, the Zhangwusi of Dongjiang, and the Zhangwusi of Donghai."
"He has already been labeled as a 'hand warrior', hasn't he?"
President Jiang said: "If such a person joins the Wushu Association, how many people do you think it will attract?"
Hua Chunqiu said disapprovingly: "Just pay attention, can they still overthrow the Wushu Association?"
"That's too disrespectful of your president!"
"You're old!"
President Jiang smiled faintly: "As an old man, how can anyone still take me seriously?"
Hua Chunqiu was about to say something else when the cell phone in his pocket rang.
"Qin Yang!"
Hua Chunqiu answered with a smile.
President Jiang on the opposite side raised his eyebrows and then motioned for him to go outside.
Facing this seventh-level alchemist, and a strong man who could not be dealt with by the Alchemist Guild, he was of course interested.
But Qin Yang's identity meant that he was not the one who could force him to ask for anything.
The alchemists of the Alchemist Guild are not easy to hire even from officials!
The higher the level of the alchemist, the higher the attitude!
Therefore, President Jiang doesn't like people from the Alchemist Guild very much.
They look at people with their nostrils one by one, which is very annoying!
But Hua Chunqiu deliberately kept it to himself and kept saying yes, okay, no problem.
President Jiang was so angry that he blew his beard and stared!
Old guy, you don’t have martial ethics!
Soon, Hua Chunqiu hung up the phone and said, "He asked me to do a favor, so I'm leaving first!"
President Jiang sat up hurriedly: "Wait a minute, old guy!"
"Um?"
