Infinite Survival: I Have A Ton Of Passive Skills

"It doesn't seem to work... In this case, these bottles will also have to be sold..."

Seeing that these bottles didn't have the function he had imagined, Zhou Chen put them on the trading area, priced at five thousand yuan, and only left the Coke bottle with the largest volume for his own use.

After dealing with the sale of equipment, he took his face mask, washed and dried, and then tried on his new desert camouflage uniform.

This desert camouflage suit is a complete set, including top and trousers.

As he expected, this suit fits him perfectly, as if it was made for him.

Moreover, it is more comfortable to wear, and the fabric feels very strong, which is very suitable for survival.

"There is still a shoe... just buy a matching short army boots..."

After thinking about it, Zhou Chen turned on his mobile phone and spent some time on the online store to select and order two pairs of short-tube military boots, so that the whole talent seemed to be coordinated with the desert camouflage uniform he was wearing.

Afterwards, he took out the Shintoku machete and played for a while, then put it and his camouflage uniform back into the backpack space, and put on a clean casual suit.

"Let's go out for a stroll... It's been a long time since I wandered in Yangcheng at night..."

Although it was dark at this time, Zhou Chen, who had just woke up, was in good spirits, and he chose to go outside for a stroll.

As a big city, Yangcheng is as lively at night as during the day, and there are many places to visit.

Walking out of the rental house and coming outside, Zhou Chen found that his low-light vision passive technique had an effect, allowing him to see some scenes in poorly-lit corners.

This kind of visual experience is actually a bit strange, and Zhou Chen feels that he has not yet fully adapted to it.

After walking along the street with various billboards for a while, Zhou Chen came to a place he was familiar with before he knew it: Weijiang Martial Arts Museum.

"Uncle Liu, the martial arts hall is not closed at night?"

Zhou Chen remembered that Weijiang Martial Arts Hall was normally closed when it was dark, but he didn't expect that the lights were still on, and there were many voices.

Zhou Chen, who became interested, quickly walked into the gate of the martial arts hall.

As soon as he entered the exercise room, he saw a circle of people around the ring inside. Some of these people were shooting with cameras and mobile phones. The subjects of the shot were two old men who were punching in the ring.

One of the old man was Uncle Liu, and the other Zhou Chen didn't know him, but depending on his figure and clothing, he might also be in the martial arts hall.

"Master Wang, come on!"

"Master Wang hold on!"

"Master Wang is going to win!"

...

The crowd watching the camera shouted happily, all sounded like they were cheering for the so-called Master Wang.

"Master Wang? It should be the one who is in the ring with Uncle Liu... This person ran into Uncle Liu's martial arts gym to compete, I'm afraid he wasn't here to kick the gym..."

Zhou Chen suddenly had a guess in his heart. He felt a little speechless in his heart as he watched Uncle Liu, whose eyes were blue and shaky but had not fallen because of another old man wearing gloves on the ring.

Although this uncle Liu is the master of this Weijiang martial arts museum, in fact he doesn't know martial arts at all. The punches he made by himself are completely nonsense, but Uncle Liu is always obsessed with self-confidence and thinks he is martial arts. Master, this time encountering an old man who really knows how to punch is a tragedy.

"Uncle Liu is not good at martial arts... but it's not bad for me... The low price allows me to use the equipment here to practice... I have to cheer him up..."

Although he knew that Uncle Liu in the arena would definitely be defeated, Zhou Chen saw that there was no one cheering for him next in the arena, and his relationship with him was okay, so he immediately shouted:

"Master Liu, come on! Master Liu will win!"

When he shouted, other people were cheering on another old man, Master Wang. Originally, Zhou Chen thought he would not be too noticeable when he shouted like this. How could he know that as soon as he had finished shouting, he would be out of the ring? Several people turned their attention to him.

"Boy, what kind of master is this old man Liu? He is a liar at all! You can't cheer for the liar!"

A middle-aged man with a camera frowned and said to Zhou Chen.

"That's right! We are here to support Master Wang's fight against counterfeiting this time! Don't make a mistake!"

Another young man with his mobile phone turned his head and said to Zhou Chen.

"Fighting against fakes? What kind of fakes? Master Liu lied?"

Zhou Chen was puzzled after hearing this.

"of course!"

The young man has a surprised look that you don’t even know,

"This old man Liu recently posted a video of his **** and what fist on Julong. The level is very low. Netizens ridiculed him without knowing it. Instead, he claimed to be the most orthodox martial arts master and deceived the general public! The influence is very bad! So Today, the 9-koku boxing master came to fight fakes and expose his true colors!"

"Oh……"

Zhou Chen immediately believed it in half, because he helped Uncle Liu to post his martial arts video on Julong.com. It is unexpected that it has developed like this now, and it is not unimaginable.

"Then Uncle Liu, did he cheat people for money?"

Then he asked again, because he felt that cheating or not cheating money was a standard line. If Uncle Liu really started to cheat money, then he really shouldn't defend him.

"Cheating money? Just him?"

The young man smiled disdainfully,

"What kind of martial arts videos of his kids all want to laugh when they watch them. Who would be cheated by him for money?"

"All right……"

Although somewhat speechless, Zhou Chen had to agree with this statement.

"Uncle Liu's martial arts is indeed a big problem... but since he doesn't cheat money, he just believes that his martial arts is strong, that's not a big problem, but he is too confident... so I still have to support him!"

Then Zhou Chen firmed up his position. As a frequent visitor to Uncle Liu's martial arts hall, he must stand by Uncle Liu's side.

"Master Liu will win!"

He then shouted again.

But his shout did not seem to have any positive effect. On the contrary, Uncle Liu was beaten to the ground by the opposite Uncle Wang, and the defeat was very ugly.

Soon under the ring, two doctor-like people walked up and carried Uncle Liu onto a stretcher, and the winner Uncle Wang gave a victory speech on it:

"Everyone! Today, I completed another anti-counterfeiting! It proved that the owner of the Weijiang Martial Arts Museum is just a liar! I hope you will not be deceived by his martial arts videos in the future! Everyone must believe that our Dragon Kingdom is real. Martial arts inheritance!"

When Uncle Wang delivered his victory speech, Zhou Chen had already walked to Uncle Liu on the stretcher.

"Uncle Liu, are you okay?"

He looked down at the bruised face of Uncle Liu on the stretcher, and said.

"Xiao Zhou? Are you here?"

Although Uncle Liu looked miserably beaten, he seemed to be in good spirits. After he found out that Zhou Chen came, he tried to get up from the stretcher.

"Xiao Zhou, let me tell you that, in fact, I won just now! I had hit him just now! Then stop! But he doesn't speak martial arts! Come cheat! Come attack me!"