City’s Peerless Immortal Doctor

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

He was worried that following the two Shaolin monks out of the city 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 the matter.

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

If they hesitate and dare not follow, it means that they have ghosts in their hearts, and Fang Bai will definitely not conduct so-called "discussion" with them at that time.

As soon as he walked on his front foot, the two Shaolin monks followed up with their back feet, their complexions as usual, without any hesitation.

All three of them are warriors, and they still have some scruples when there are many people. They just walk quickly. When they reach a remote place, they immediately speed up, and their legs are flying.

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

In Fang Bai's memory of his previous life, this was a stadium under construction. Later, due to various reasons, the stadium was suspended and put aside.

In the abandoned stadium, in some places, weeds have grown up to half a person high, and in some places, it is bare concrete floor.

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

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

In the eyes of the two Shaolin monks, Yue Zhiyuan stopped his eyes, his eyes were like electricity, and his aura was compelling. He looked like a martial arts master.

"My disciple Mao Qiangwu said that this Fang Bai is probably a yellow-ranked martial artist. It seems that this is true! This person is not easy to deal with!"

The tall and thin monk and the short and strong monk looked at each other, and their faces showed solemnity.

In the eyes of today's Chinese people, the so-called "wuxue" is simply an insignificant fist and embroidered foot, which cannot stand the test of actual combat.

However, what they didn't know was that the true inheritance of Chinese martial arts was not in the secular, but in the ancient martial world.

The so-called ancient martial arts world refers to those reclusive or half-hidden sect families, where Chinese martial arts has been well inherited, with many strong people and masters like clouds.

Masters in the ancient martial arts, from strong to weak, can be divided into four levels: heaven, earth, mysterious, and yellow. Each level is divided into four stages: elementary, intermediate, advanced, and consummation.

The strength of the two Shaolin monks, Wuzhen and Comprehension, are both at the first level of the yellow rank.

In the eyes of the lay people, they can be called masters, but in the ancient martial world, they can only be regarded as just entering the room.

As for Wuzhen's disciple Mao Qiangwu, he only learned a little bit of ancient martial arts, and he couldn't even talk about the first glimpse of the way.

"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 took a step forward slowly.

He stepped out, and the sound of the wind screamed, and the wild flowers and grasses in front of his feet fell on the ground as if they were blown by the strong wind.

The enlightenment and comprehension standing opposite him only felt a pressure on their faces, and their breath was choked.

The strength of this young man is by no means just a yellow-level beginner!

Wuzhen and Wuxing's eyelids twitched and their faces became more solemn.

"Let me first learn the tricks of the donor!"

Wu Zhen said in a deep voice, his thin body suddenly leaping high into the air like a swallow flying straight into the sky.

Swallows through the clouds!

One of the light exercises in Shaolin martial arts is similar to Wudang's "Tizyunzong".

Wu Zhenren was in the air, turned upside down, clenched his fists with both hands, and hit Fang Bai volley with the goshawk against the rabbit.

Before the fist arrived, the strength of the fist came first, with a faint sound of breaking through the air, erecting the sharp roots of Fang Bai's thick black hair.

Shaolin Arhat Boxing!

When Wu Zhen made his move, he was Shaolin Luohan Boxing, which is known for its mighty power.

His fist broke through the air with a strong wind, and its power was amazing. Even if Fang Bai's body was made of masonry, if he was hit by his fist, it would have cracks.

Perception stood ten meters away, watching with cold eyes.

In his opinion, Senior Brother Wuzhen used the two Shaolin skills of Swallow Piercing Cloud Zong and Luohan Boxing successively. He did not spare any effort between his shots. He obviously treated Fang Bai as a strong opponent and wanted to win with one blow.

And Fang Bai's body is flesh and blood, certainly not as hard as masonry. If he is hit by Wuzhen's fist, he may break his muscles, or he may die on the spot.

Although God has the virtue of good living, Buddhist disciples will not easily kill lives, but enlightenment and understanding are also monks and warriors in the ancient martial world.

The martial arts competition between the ancient martial arts world is not like the so-called "martial arts masters" in the world. They are powerful with one punch and kick. Disability is a normal thing, and death is inevitable.

Life or death depends on ability.

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

Wuzhen was condescending, volleyed out his fist, the fist wind firmly locked Fang Bai, and Fang Bai seemed to have no other choice but to fight hard.

Comprehension made a loud announcement of the Buddha's name, and put his hands together, and he was ready to recite the Sutra Sutra for Fang Bai.

"Small bugs!"

Fang Bai snorted coldly and blasted his fist upwards to meet Wuzhen's fist.

His fist was relaxed and casual, as if he was just dusting off his body.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the two fists collided in the air, and their strength exploded from the end of the fist at the same time.

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

However, Wu Zhen's body turned upside down in the air, and after landing on the ground several feet away, he "dengdengdeng" withdrew seven or eight steps one after another, and then he was able to stand firm.

His body stood upright, his eyes rounded, and his face was blood-red, standing like an angry King Kong.

"Is it interesting to hold it so hard?" Fang Bai sneered, "You are hurt by me. If you don't sit down and adjust your breath, this life will probably be gone."

puff--

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

"Brother!"

Perception was taken aback, rushed to Wuzhen's side, reached out his arm to support him, and let him sit cross-legged on the ground.

"It's your turn next."

Fang Bai defeated Wuzhen with a punch, as if he had done a trivial thing, his face was not smug, his eyes fell on the understanding again

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

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

Wuzhen said weakly, then took a deep look at Fang Bai, and a touch of awe passed through his eyes.

I respect Fang Bai, who has such a strong strength at a young age.

What's afraid is that if Fang Bai is cruel, he and his junior will probably be in disaster.

"Brother, I will not be reconciled without a fight!"

Obviously, Wu Zhen's dissuasion hadn't worked, and the understanding said loudly, his figure rushing towards Fang Bai like a cheetah.

Although he had short and thick legs and a short stature, his moving speed was surprisingly fast. He saw a phantom cut through the night and came to Fang Bai in the blink of an eye.