Chapter 38 I'm Not Reconciled!

When Fang Bai encounters something, he will follow two principles: one is to be cautious, and the other is to take the initiative.

He was worried that following two Shaolin monks out of the city, he would encounter an ambush, so he decided to take the initiative in his own hands, let the two follow him out of the city, and find a remote place outside the city to solve this matter.

If the two Shaolin monks followed him out of the city without hesitation, then everything would be normal.

If they hesitated and dared not come, it means that there is a ghost in their hearts, and Fang Bai will definitely not have the so-called "discussion" with them at that time.

As soon as he left on the front foot, the two Shaolin monks followed on the back foot, with the same expression as usual, without any hesitation.

The three of them are all warriors, and they have some scruples when there are many people. They just walk fast. When they reach a remote and no one, they immediately speed up and their legs fly.

Twenty minutes later, the three came to an abandoned construction site outside the city.

In Fang Bai's memory in his previous life, this was a stadium that was under construction. Later, due to various reasons, the construction of the stadium was stopped, and it was put on hold.

In the abandoned stadium, some parts of the weeds have grown to half the height of a person, while others are bare concrete floors.

Fang Bai walked to a concrete floor the size of a basketball court, turned around slowly, and faced the two Shaolin monks who followed.

Under the starry sky, Fang Bai stood proudly with his hands behind his back, his body as straight as a javelin.

In the eyes of the two Shaolin monks, his Yue Zhiyuan stopped, his eyes were like electricity, his aura was threatening, and he had the demeanor of a martial arts master.

"My disciple Mao Qiangwu said that Fang Bai is likely to be a Huang-level martial artist. Now, it seems that this is true! This person is difficult to deal with!"

The tall and thin monk and the short and strong monk looked at each other with solemn expressions on their faces.

In the eyes of today's Huaxia people, the so-called "martial arts" is simply a trick that doesn't stand the test of actual combat.

However, what they don't know is that the real inheritance of Chinese martial arts is not in the world, but in the world of ancient martial arts.

The so-called ancient martial arts world refers to those sect families in the hidden or semi-hidden world. There, Huaxia martial arts have been well inherited, and there are many strong people and masters like clouds.

Ancient martial arts masters, whose strength is from strong to weak, can be divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Huang.

The strengths of the two Shaolin monks, Wuzhen and Wu Xing, were both at the early yellow level.

In the eyes of secular people, they can be regarded as masters, but in the ancient martial arts world, they can only be regarded as just entering the hall.

As for Wuzhen's disciple Mao Qiangwu, he only learned a little bit of ancient martial arts. He couldn't even talk about the first glimpse of the door, and he couldn't be called a "martial artist" at all.

"Are you two coming one by one, or together?"

Fang Bai was too lazy to spend time on these two monks, his eyes were cold, and he slowly took a step forward.

As he stepped out, the wind blew up, and the wild flowers and weeds in front of his feet seemed to have been blown by the strong wind, clinging to the ground.

Wu Zhen and Wu Xing, who were standing opposite him, only felt a surge of pressure rushing towards them, choking their breath.

The strength of this young man is by no means only the junior yellow level!

Wu Zhen and Wu Xing's eyelids jumped, and the expressions on their faces became more solemn.

"I'll come to experience the master's tricks first!"

Wu Zhen said in a deep voice, and his thin body suddenly leaped high in the air like a swallow soaring into the sky.

Swallows pierce the clouds!

One of the Shaolin martial arts' Qinggong movement methods is similar to Wudang's "Ladder of Clouds".

Wu Zhenren was in the air, his figure was reversed, his hands clenched his fists, and he volleyed towards Fang Bai with the momentum of a goshawk attacking a rabbit.

Before the fist arrived, the fist strength arrived first, with a faint sound of breaking the air, and the roots of Fang Bai's thick black hair were irritated.

Shaolin Arhat Boxing!

As soon as Wuzhen made his move, it was Shaolin Luohan Boxing, which was known for its mighty power and sturdiness.

His punch was so powerful that even if Fang Bai's body was made of masonry, if he was hit by his fist, there would be a crackling of tortoise marks.

Comprehension stood ten meters away, watching from the sidelines.

In his opinion, senior brother Wu Zhen successively used the two Shaolin stunts, Swallow Piercing Cloud Zong and Luohan Boxing, and spared no effort between shots, obviously treating Fang Bai as a formidable enemy and wanting to defeat him with a single blow.

And Fang Bai's body is flesh and blood, definitely not as hard as bricks and stones. If he is hit by Wuzhen's fist, he may break his tendons and fractures, and at worst, he may die on the spot.

Although God has the virtue of good life, Buddhist disciples will not easily kill, but Wuzhen and Wuxing are also warrior monks and warriors in the ancient martial arts world.

The competition between martial artists in the ancient martial arts world is not like the so-called "martial arts masters" in the world.

It's life or death, it's up to you.

This is the rule of the ancient martial arts world, and true martial artists understand it.

Wu Zhen was condescending and punched in the air, the fist style firmly locked Fang Bai, and Fang Bai seemed to have no other way but to hit hard.

Wu Xing proclaimed the Buddha's name in his heart, and his hands were folded together, ready to recite the Transcendence Sutra for Fang Bai.

"Tips for carving insects!"

Fang Bai snorted coldly, and punched upwards to meet Wu Zhen's fist.

His punch was easy and casual, as if he just brushed off the dust from his body.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the two fists collided in the air, and the strength burst out from the fist at the same time.

Fang Bai's body was as steady as a mountain, standing still.

However, Wu Zhen's body flipped a somersault in the air, and after landing on the ground several meters away, "Deng Deng Deng" retreated seven or eight steps in succession, and only then did he hold on to his feet.

His body was upright, his eyes were round, and his face was blood red, standing like an angry vajra.

"Is it interesting to hold on so strongly?" Fang Bai sneered, "You were shocked by me, and if you don't sit down to adjust your breath, your life will probably be lost."

puff--

As soon as Fang Bai's words fell, Wu Zhen opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, his body shook a few times, and his face turned brown.

"Brother!"

Wu Xing was taken aback, rushed to Wu Zhen's side, reached out to support him, and let him sit cross-legged on the ground.

"Now it's your turn."

Fang Bai beat Wu Zhen with one punch, as if he had done a trivial thing. His face was not proud, and his eyes fell on Wu Xing again.

Comprehension clenched his fist and turned around suddenly, facing Fang Bai, with angry flames in his eyes.

"Junior brother, you are not his opponent. Forget it!"

Wu Zhen said something weakly, and then took a deep look at Fang Bai, a look of awe in his eyes.

I respect Fang Bai's strength at such a young age.

The fear is that if Fang Bai is ruthless, he and his junior brother may be doomed.

"Senior brother, I'm not reconciled without a fight!"

Wu Zhen's persuasion obviously didn't work, and Wu Xing said loudly, rushing towards Fang Bai like a cheetah.

Although his legs were short and stubby, and his stature was short, his movement speed was astonishingly fast. He saw a phantom cut through the night and came to Fang Bai in the blink of an eye.