Roaming the universe, all thanks to your many dark skills!

A few days later, Rosen took advantage of his free time to go to Shimen several times and handed a paper he had chosen as a pathfinder to Professor Zhao Bolun, who had taught him and had strongly invited him to the provincial university.

Not long after, he received positive feedback.

Professor Zhao Bolun was very happy and praised him, saying that he did not forget to continue his medical research even though he was working in a grassroots hospital and had achieved certain results, which was really cause for celebration.

Then he changed the subject and expressed regret that he was wasting his talents and precious time by staying in the lower-level hospital, and he should go to the provincial hospital to make his mark.

Finally, he sincerely invited Rosen to be his graduate student, and also hoped that he could come to Provincial No. 3 to help him.

To be honest, Rosen was really touched after hearing these words. After all, it was a very happy thing to have his abilities recognized by others.

If Rosen had no system, no higher-level pursuits, but just wanted to be a good doctor, he would definitely accept Professor Zhao Bolun's kindness without hesitation.

But now, after thinking about it, he finally declined Professor Zhao's second invitation, but agreed to be his graduate student. However, since he is still in internship, he can only contact him by phone or email if there is anything. It is really impossible for him to hang around the professor every day.

Although Professor Zhao Bolun was a little disappointed, he agreed to his request and then talked to him about his thesis before ending the call.

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"Assistant, what are the worlds I can go to on my next adventure?"

"The alternative worlds are 1. The Grandmaster, 2. Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons, 3. Pacific Rim, 4. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, and 5. Random."

"I choose the first generation master."

"Are you willing to spend 5000 merit points to enter this world?"

"Why does it cost so much?" Rosen asked in surprise.

"Because this world spans a long time interval, it integrates many worlds with similar time periods. After the agent enters and triggers the corresponding plot, the benefits gained are greater, and the cost will naturally be higher."

Rosen didn't expect that the assistant would answer his question this time. He was stunned for a moment before saying, "Then I accept it."

"Enable permission: Travel companions?"

After thinking about it, Rosen refused: "No."

"Before entering the current world, did you use the authority: upstream?"

"Yes."

"The authority has taken effect. The countdown to officially entering the world is 119:59:59."

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This story tells the legendary life of the masters of many martial arts schools in the "Northern and Southern Martial Arts" during the period of the Republic of China, as well as the martial arts master Ip Man.

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Winter of 1924, Beijing.

Yanhong was carrying her son as she walked through the bustling temple fair, but was attracted by a series of drum beats. She immediately walked over and slowly squeezed into the crowd.

"Gentlemen, thank you for your support!"

The old man holding a gong in his hand said auspicious words and bowed to the people around him.

The monkey show on the stage was going on lively, accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums. However, they were all performed by teenagers in their teens, and their performance was not that good. It could only be described as lively.

As the Chinese New Year is approaching, it is quite timely to watch this.

But at this moment, a boy who played the monkey took advantage of everyone's inattention, slipped into the crowd and ran away.

"The little leper has run away again!"

"Good boy, let's see where you can run to!" The old man holding the gong was named Guan, the owner of the troupe. Seeing this, he shouted angrily, "Go, catch him back for me."

A group of young boys who played the roles of little monkeys responded and ran to chase after the man, and suddenly only the troupe leader Guan was left on the stage.

Seeing the unhappy faces of the people around him, he quickly cupped his hands and said, "Everyone, please be tolerant."

His apology sounded nice, but there were always people present who were not happy to hear it. Immediately, a few burly guys came over, and it was obvious that they were not good people.

The leader raised his foot and kicked the gong in Guan Banzhu's hand away with a bang, cursing: "What a low-class thing, how dare you show your face here."

The gong flew out and hit the crowd, but it did not fall to the ground. Instead, it was caught by a white, well-proportioned, slender and powerful hand.

The owner of the hand was Rosen.

He walked over, swung the gong in his hand and hit the guy on the head who was grabbing Guan's collar and yelling at him.

bang.

The gong made a dull sound, and the man fell to the ground.

Rosen looked down at him and said, "Now tell me, what is this fucking low-brow thing?"

"No, what the hell does this have to do with you?!" The man lying on the ground, covering his buzzing head with one hand, pointed at Rosen and yelled, "Where the hell did you come from?"

"Isn't it okay for those who just want to watch the fun and meddle in other people's business and stand up for the weak?" Rosen asked.

"Okay, okay, you're really awesome." The man stood up and yelled, attracting the attention of his companions. He pointed at Rosen and shouted, "Brothers, there's a busybody here who's too full to bother with us."

"okay!"

They all responded in unison, and more than ten people gathered around. They were all sloppy and their faces and eyes showed that they were not to be messed with.

These are the hooligans at the temple fair, who make money by exploiting the small vendors doing business there.

Seeing that someone actually dared to stab them in front of them, of course they were all furious.

They can bully small vendors because they are extremely vicious and frightening. If they don't flatten this nosy crossbow in front of them and ruin their reputation, how will they make a living in the future? !

Because of this, all the thugs who surrounded him had murderous looks in their eyes, determined to destroy the guy in front of them, who was well-dressed, had a gentle face, and looked like a soft persimmon no matter how you looked at him.

"Hey! Stop it..." At this time a girl shouted softly and rushed out, as if she wanted to rush to Rosen to protect him.

But before she could get close, the fastest thug had already reached Rosen and raised his hand to slap Rosen's ear.

There are many important places around the ear, including the temple in front, the carotid artery below, the eardrum inside, and the brain further inside. Any injury to any part of the ear is no small matter.

If this slap was really hard, the lightest injury would be deafening of an ear, but in serious cases, it is not impossible that the person would die on the spot.

"Hey, a martial artist!" Rosen smiled, took a step forward, and with a swipe of his left hand, he directly grabbed the guy's hand that was hitting him, and then launched a death bomb.

With Rosen's current strength of 103+64 points, there was no need for judgment at all. This guy was caught and thrown out on the spot.

Rosen didn't want to kill him, so he didn't throw him to the ground directly, but threw him towards his accomplices who were rushing towards him.

bang bang bang...

With a muffled thud, including this guy, there were seven or eight people knocked down on the spot, rolling around like gourds.

It was really cold in Beijing in December. The mud was frozen hard. If you fell on the ground, you would roll around, and the exposed skin on your hands, feet, and face would be bruised and scratched, which was really unsightly.

What’s more important is that they all felt terribly painful all over their bodies from the fall, and they didn’t know how many bones they had broken.

Especially the one who was thrown out by Rosen at the beginning. He was not dead, but he was lying on the ground and could only groan.

His bones were completely broken, and there was no possibility of him standing up again except lying in bed waiting to die.

Without a leader, and seeing Rosen's powerful strength and ruthless methods, the remaining two or three thugs immediately turned around and ran away without looking back.

"it is good."

The people watching the fun around gave a deafening cheer.