Traveling through 1942 with space

Chapter 239: Finally Arrived in America

Since the fairy ring was revived, Ling'er only told Hou Xiaoge that he could achieve abilities similar to those of fairy cultivation by cultivating his physical body.

But over the past few months, Hou Xiaoge only felt that his energy and blood were getting stronger, and his strength was increasing. After communicating with the martial artists from the Chang'an Martial Arts Museum, he returned disappointed.

Because today's martial arts are nothing like what Hou Xiaoge saw in novels, with Ming Jin, An Jin, Hua Jin and so on.

Instead, practice both light and dark together, or even practice dark power first, then adjust according to breathing, and finally achieve internal and external unity from the inside out.

At that time, a master martial artist who had mastered both internal and external martial arts at the Chang'an Martial Arts Museum forced Hou Xiaoge to join hands with him. Since it was the first time Hou Xiaoge met such a great master, he naturally gave it his all.

But he forgot that he had spatial energy to temper his body and was strong enough to fight a tiger. With one punch, he knocked the old senior five meters away.

The old man's sternum was broken, and blood kept gushing out of his mouth. If Hou Xiaoge hadn't been afraid of causing death, he would have quickly taken out the medicine made with spiritual spring water and given it to the old man, and it would have probably killed him.

Since then, Hou Xiaoge never asked anyone for advice. He usually took the acupuncture point medical book, combined with the understanding of the skin, bones, and internal organs of the body from the nine-year compulsory education, and used breathing techniques and boxing techniques to practice in the space.

Fortunately, God helps those who work hard, and I have finally worn myself out and now I am a real ancient martial artist.

"Ha ha!"

Hou Xiaoge felt the energy and blood filling his body, and shouted excitedly in the space. He really wanted to shout "Daoist Master", but unfortunately he was not a Taoist Master.

When he arrived at the equipment area, Hou Xiaoge took out a few steel ingots that he usually used for exercise and started doing lifts.

Still the same old rule, twenty strokes at a time.

Normally, the highest weight he could lift was 500 kilograms of steel ingots to the top of his head and then put them down twenty times in a row. Today, he directly lifted 800 kilograms.

Three minutes later: "Perfect!"

When it reached 1,000 kilograms and 1,200 kilograms, Xiaoge used up his Qi and blood. When it reached 1,500 kilograms, Xiaoge felt a little strenuous. The limit was 1,600 kilograms.

"Eight hundred to one thousand kilograms is the limit for ordinary people. It seems that I have become a superman after becoming a warrior." Hou Xiaoge nodded with satisfaction.

After testing his strength, Hou Xiaoge took out a knife and applied a little force. The knife seemed to be stuck in the leather and couldn't penetrate any deeper.

When he used another 300 kilograms of force, his arm started bleeding slightly, but it only pierced the skin and was immediately clamped by the tense muscles.

"It's OK. This physique and muscles can withstand pistol bullets as long as the vital parts are not hit at close range." Hou Xiaoge felt pleasantly surprised.

After some experiments in space, the overall effect was very satisfactory. The only regret was that Ling'er said that her breakthrough was useless for the Heavenly Immortal Ring.

He also said that it would be impossible to increase mental strength and spatial abilities before the Heavenly Immortal Ring was completely restored.

This shattered Hou Xiaoge's dream of dominating the world. But that's also okay, if he became invincible, then there would be no point in playing.

Get to know the Dugu Qiubai in the novel. Being invincible is too lonely.

After being delayed in the Pacific Ocean for six days, Hou Xiaoge, full of energy and high morale, set off again by plane.

It has to be said that after reaching the limit of the ordinary human body, the mental strength is abundant. After flying for more than ten hours in a row, Hou Xiaoge did not even take a break except to refuel and eat.

After seeing the continental shelf from afar in the sky, Hou Xiaoge gradually descended in altitude and prepared to enter the United States openly.

After all, when foreign planes come to America, the radars on their coasts are not to be trifled with. They are here to make money, so it would be bad if conflicts were caused.

Seeing that they were still thirty or forty nautical miles away from the coast, Hou Xiaoge landed the plane and took out the captured gunboat.

After several days of study in the space river, Hou Xiaoge also learned how to drive a boat.

The small gunboat weighing more than 20 tons was camouflaged to look like a fishing boat, and was not noticeable at all in a country like the United States where there was an abundance of ships.

Hou Xiaoge drove the boat to a customs office, collected the boat, and then entered the customs visa-free with his Republic of China passport.

After leaving customs, he originally wanted to ride a horse, but suddenly he saw cars speeding on the road in the distance. Hou Xiaoge gave up the idea in disappointment, changed into a suit, rode a scooter and headed towards the town in the east.

Unexpectedly, the plane flew so far that it was more than 2,000 kilometers away from Hou Xiaoge's destination, Texas, and directly arrived near Los Angeles.

It was so exciting to drive a motorcycle that I just hailed a Ford from the side of the road and drove happily towards Los Angeles.

"Damn it, this is indeed the most developed capitalist country! The streets are full of three-, four-, five- and six-story buildings, and all kinds of motorcycles and cars on the roadside.

The foreign devils are too advanced. The street layout is no less advanced than that of China two thousand years later. No wonder Old Li lost his ambition after coming to America in the late Qing Dynasty. "When arriving in Los Angeles, Hou Xiaoge seemed to have entered the modern era, and his brain almost crashed.

Looking at the roadside convenience store, Hou Xiaoge was also a little puzzled. With such good conditions in America, why is it still in such a mess after a hundred years? He really couldn't understand it.

But it’s better this way. Otherwise, if we continue to develop at this speed, there will be no way our motherland will catch up. We won’t be able to catch up even if we try our best.

Now it is the Republic of China, and the United States does not require visas for its allies. All you need to do is show your passport.

Hou Xiaoge naturally used a fake passport obtained from the government and the embassy. He had a stack of such things.

Since he knew English and had no communication barriers, that was great. Hou Xiaoge asked a few people for directions and went straight to the Immigration Bureau.

When you come to America, you naturally have to give yourself an identity first, otherwise how can you start a company and do business.

Now that America is making profits from all over the world, they will naturally applaud and welcome investment and immigration.

However, before going to the Immigration Bureau, the first place you have to go is the bank. Otherwise, you can't just take out a pile of money and say that you are immigrating through investment. That would be too cheap.

As for the bank, Hou Xiaoge's first choice is naturally JPMorgan Chase. This bank is a rampant presence in America both now and in the future.

Moreover, with business dealings, it will be convenient for us to cooperate with Morgan in other areas in the future.

After all, there is a saying that goes, America is a "paradise" for rich people, and everything is easy if you have money.

Arriving in front of a building more than ten stories high and looking at the bank lobby that was more than thirty stories wide, Hou Xiaoge cursed inwardly how rich the black-hearted capitalists were, then walked in with his head held high.

"Good morning, sir. How can I help you?" As soon as Hou Xiaoge walked in, a waiter in a suit and tie came up to greet him.

"Hello, I'm from China and I just came to America. I want to deposit some money in your bank, but I don't know how to do it?" Hou Xiaoge asked with a smile.

When the receptionist first heard that Hou Xiaoge was from China and was going to make a deposit, he looked down on her. After all, how much money could Hou Xiaoge have in a bag, and the French currency was not valuable.

"Sir, China is an ally of the United States, and we also have business in China. It is very convenient to make a deposit, and we can just issue you a temporary check when the time comes." Although the receptionist despised him in his heart, he still explained patiently.

(This part touches on the knowledge blind spot, so I will just briefly pass it over. Sorry everyone.)

But Hou Xiaoge's next words cheered him up, and the smile on his face became much warmer.

"I deposited money in your bank because I want to apply for investment immigration. I don't know how to go about it. Do you provide services in this regard?" Hou Xiaoge said directly in fluent English.