Hua Chunqiu is reminiscing about the past at an old friend's house.

This old friend is also a well-known figure in the East China Sea. He is already very old, but his son is quite outstanding.

"You are the number one miracle doctor in Daxia, why are you so leisurely?"

"Haha, you also know that I am the number one miracle doctor in Daxia, with a noble status. I don't want to take action, who dares to force me?"

"Old guy, I know how to brag. Can you be honest when you are old?"

"Aren't you the same? You seem to be retreating behind the scenes, but in fact you are still in control of the overall situation."

"Haha, I want to raise my grandson and make my grandson more powerful! It's not the same as you!"

Hua Chunqiu was mocking each other with his old friends.

His old friend is the president of the Donghai Martial Arts Association!

There are too many warriors in the East China Sea and a powerful person is needed to help the supervisor of the martial arts department.

The Martial Arts Association came into being.

They do not govern warriors or force warriors, but they often ask powerful seniors to explain the path of martial arts.

At the same time, they will also regularly pay some benefits.

However, only those warriors without identity background can appreciate these benefits.

How would any warrior with a little background at home care about this?

Maybe it’s not as good as the servants in their family!

It is also in this environment that most of the members of the Martial Arts Association are scattered cultivators in the martial arts association.

Those warriors with sects did not take this martial arts association seriously.

If it weren't for the president of the Martial Arts Association, 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, did you think about Qin Yang that I recommend to you?"

Hua Chunqiu looked at the 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 that I'm not thinking about it."

"But is he willing to join the Martial Arts Association? He looks like a casual cultivator, but it is not."

"Behind him are Tianjiang's master of martial arts, Dongjiang's master of martial arts, and Donghai's master of martial arts."

"He has been labeled as a 'Zhengwushi', right?"

President Jiang said: "If such a person joins the Wushu Association, how many people will he attract?"

Hua Chunqiu disagreed and said, "If you pay attention, just follow it. Can they still exterminate the Wushu Association?"

"That's not to take your president seriously!"

"I'm old!"

President Jiang smiled faintly: "Who does an old man take me seriously?"

What else Hua Chunqiu wanted to say, and the cell phone in his pocket rang.

"Qinyang!"

Hua Chunqiu answered with a smile.

Elder Jiang, opposite, raised his eyebrows and signaled him to let him go.

Of course he was interested in this seventh-grade alchemist who was not in the face of the powerful man who was not in the face of the Alchemist Guild.

But Qin Yang's identity is destined to be someone he can force him to ask for anything.

Alchemists from the Alchemist Guild, it is not easy to invite even the officials!

The higher the alchemist, the higher the posture!

Therefore, President Jiang doesn’t like the people from the Alchemist Guild very much.

I look at people with my nostrils one by one, so I hate it!

But Hua Chunqiu deliberately kept going and kept ok, okay, no problem.

President Jiang was so angry that he glared at him!

Old guy, no morals!

Soon, Hua Chunqiu hung up the phone and said, "He wants me to do a favor, I'll leave first!"

President Jiang hurriedly sat up: "Wait, old guy!"
Chapter completed!