Chapter 4 The Scum with Less than Five Combat Power

Fang Bai, who was titled "Battle Emperor" in his previous life, advanced step by step in constant battles and eventually became the Invincible Immortal Emperor.

Fang Tiansheng had a longing for fighting, and when he heard the word "fight", his blood began to boil.

Mao Qiangdong looked at Fang Bai, who was half a head shorter than himself and had a thin stature, and laughed, "Oh, have you learned kung fu? I'm so scared! Come on, come on, hit me with your kung fu... …”

Snapped--

Before Mao Qiangdong finished speaking, a loud slap had been slapped on his left cheek.

Under the action of the huge inertia, Mao Qiangdong's body turned in a circle and sat on the ground.

Mao Qiangdong was stunned by Fang Bai's slap. He sat on the ground with his hands on his cheeks, his hair was messy, his eyes were dull, and his expression was miserable, as if he had been beaten up by several strong men.

Mao Qiangdong's two companions were also stunned, looking at each other, but did not dare to step forward to help for a while.

"I slapped him, and my own palm was numb and painful... This body is really weak!"

Shaking his numb right palm, Fang Bai couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Dog thing, dare to hit Lao Tzu!"

Mao Qiangdong, who had reacted, jumped up from the ground like a furious lion, shouting "Wow" and rushed towards Fang Bai.

"Fang Bai be careful!"

Zhou Dabai reminded loudly, and then stared at the field with wide eyes. As long as he found that Fang Bai couldn't beat Mao Qiangdong, he would go up to help.

Fang Bai grinned at Zhou Dabai, stood still, and looked at Mao Qiangdong who was bumping like an iron tower, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Go to hell!"

Mao Qiangdong, who rushed in front of Fang Bai, had distorted facial features and a ferocious expression. In the roar, he raised his hand and threw a punch, smashing into Fang Bai's chest.

The corner of Fang Bai's mouth twitched, revealing a contemptuous smile.

Punch slow!

Lack of power!

A scum with a combat strength of less than five!

This is Fang Bai's evaluation of Mao Qiangdong's punch.

Although the body that took the house was very weak, Fang Bai was the rebirth of the Immortal World War Emperor after all, and he still had vision. With his unparalleled fighting experience in his previous life, it was more than enough to deal with an ordinary person like Mao Qiangdong.

It wasn't until Mao Qiangdong's fist was about to hit his chest that Fang Bai stepped out and avoided Mao Qiangdong's fist attack just right.

At the same time, he has been secretly gathering his right fist. It also blasted forward like lightning.

Well--

Mao Qiangdong punched in the abdomen, with a muffled sound, his body staggered back, his back hit the wall behind him heavily, and then he slowly collapsed.

His body was like a shrimp in a frying pan, curled up into a ball, snot and tears flowing.

Fang Bai actually defeated Mao Qiangdong?

how can that be?

Fang Bai, who is weak like a little shou, against Mao Qiangdong, who is as strong as an ox, shouldn't it be Fang Bai who suffers?

That's not how the plot works...

Mao Qiangdong's two peers looked at the scene in front of them, stunned and unbelievable.

"Damn it, kill it with one punch! Fang Bai, did he really meet someone's advice?"

Zhou Dabai looked at Fang Bai with a hellish expression, and his eyes almost fell to the ground.

"Da Bai, it's getting late, let's go home."

Fang Bai didn't look at Mao Qiangdong who was curled up on the ground, he waved at Zhou Dabai, turned and walked out of the alley.

"Oh……"

Zhou Dabai regained his senses, hurried a few steps to catch up with Fang Bai, and said excitedly, "Fang Bai, are you joking?"

"What's the joke?"

"You're talking about an expert..."

"It's true. How else would I be so good?"

"Then...you introduced me to that expert, and I also learned kung fu from him."

"That high-ranking divine dragon can't see the head but not the tail. After teaching me kung fu for a few days, he wandered around the world and disappeared."

"..."

"If you want to learn kung fu, I will teach you later."

"You can?"

"Nonsense, I have already obtained the true biography of that master... Do you want to learn it? Don't learn it!"

"Learn! Of course I will! Hey, when I learn kung fu, the two of us will be invincible in the world!"

Fang Bai and Zhou Dabai's homes are both located in the northern suburbs of Zhongzhou City, which belong to the urban-rural junction. From here, a dozen miles north is the Wolong Mountains that stretch for thousands of miles.

Looking at the undulating mountains in the north, Fang Bai was overjoyed.

In his eyes, a place with beautiful mountains and rivers can often condense more energy from heaven and earth, and it is a good place for cultivation.

If you are lucky, you may be able to find some exotic flowers and plants to assist your cultivation in some inaccessible places.

After breaking up with Zhou Dabai at a crossroad not far from home, Fang Bai followed the memory of the original owner of the body and came to the front of his house.

Pushing open the two red-painted mottled wooden doors, in front of you is a courtyard half the size of a basketball court.

In the center of the courtyard, there is an old jujube tree. On the north side are three brick houses, on the east side are the kitchens, on the west side are a bedroom and a utility room respectively. Vegetable field, growing some seasonal vegetables...

Is this my future home in this world?

This small courtyard gave Fang Bai a very warm and peaceful feeling, and Fang Bai suddenly fell in love with it.

In the world where Fang Bai was before, many practitioners practiced the ruthless Dao, believing that only by abandoning all emotions, with a heart as strong as iron, and a heart as cold as ice, can they achieve the Supreme Dao.

Fang Bai, on the other hand, cultivated the Tao of Love. Family affection, friendship, and the love between men and women in the world could all become the source of motivation for his practice. Sometimes those emotions could even cause him to explode with unimaginable power.

"Fang Bai is back?"

The voice of a middle-aged woman came from the kitchen on the east side.

This voice was both unfamiliar and familiar to Fang Bai at the moment.

Fang Bai walked into the kitchen lightly and looked at the thin back of the middle-aged woman in front of the stove. For some reason, the bridge of her nose was slightly sour.

"mom……"

Fang Bai called out the word "Mom" naturally, his voice trembling slightly.

"Fang Bai, are you alright?"

Hearing that his son's voice was wrong, Yang Mei looked back at him and asked with concern.

"It's okay, the bike is riding too fast, I'm a little tired."

Fang Bai smiled, looking at his mother who was only in her early forties this year, but had already given birth to a lot of gray hair, and sighed in her heart.

After his father Fang Gang had a car accident, his mother supported the entire family almost alone. She had to support herself and her sister to study and take care of her paralyzed father. You can imagine the hardships.

Yang Mei's health is not very good. Although there are no major problems, there are still small problems. Especially in the past few months, the mental blow and physical fatigue have made her exhausted, and the whole person looks haggard and old.

But Yang Mei is an extremely strong person, all suffering and tiredness are hidden in the bottom of her heart, and she never shows it in front of her husband and children.

"Don't ride too fast in the future, safety first. You must be hungry, right? Mom made your favorite spicy tofu today, go wash your hands and get ready to eat!"

Yang Mei exhorted, turned around and continued to rectify the meals.

"Um."

Fang Bai responded, washed his hands, moved the square table in the house to the corridor in front of the living room, and pushed his father in a wheelchair out of the room.

In my memory, after my father Fang Gang had a car accident, the car owner lost a sum of money, but the follow-up treatment and all aspects of the family's expenses have now spent almost the same amount of money, and the family's economic situation is still not optimistic.

Fang Bai was a filial son before being taken away. Although doctors believed that Fang Gang could only spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, Fang Bai, who was studying medicine, stubbornly believed that his father would be able to stand up again.

For this reason, Fang Bai, who had taken the house, looked through various medical books, both ancient and modern, at home and abroad, and frantically studied medical techniques, hoping to find a way to cure his father's paralysis.

In Fang Bai's view at this moment, unless the body and spirit are destroyed, there is no incurable disease. As long as he can re-condense his true essence, he can repair Fang Gang's damaged nerves and allow him to stand and walk again.

After dinner, Fang Bai spoke with his father in the courtyard. After Yang Mei cleaned up the house, he rode a battery tricycle and pulled the goods away from the house.

Yangmei goes to the nearby square night market every night to set up a stall, selling toys and clothing, and earning a small amount of money, barely enough to support the daily expenses of the family.

"It seems that in addition to cultivating in the future, I have to find a way to make money for my family. Denying the promise I made to the original owner of this body is just empty talk."

Fang Bai sighed lightly as he watched his mother's retreating back.