"Xiaofei, this way!" As soon as he walked out of the school gate, someone called him, it was Wang Hao.

Wang Hao, Liuli and a group of students, men and women, more than 20 people stood together, and saw Wu Xiaofei waving from afar.

"Hello everyone!" Wu Xiaofei walked over quickly, smiled and said hello. These students are in a neighborhood with him, and they can take a bus ride home.

"Hello Xiaofei!" the other students immediately replied. Wu Xiaofei has now become a quasi-martial artist, and his status is very high, which makes them a little nervous.

"Yo, little fat man, I haven't seen you for a month, and I've gained a lot of weight! And Xiaomei, I'm getting more and more smart, is there anyone chasing you at school?" Wu Xiaofei naturally teased.

Seeing that Wu Xiaofei didn't have the slightest, everyone also chattered around him. Someone asked Wu Xiaofei about martial arts, and someone asked Wu Xiaofei about how he became a quasi-martial artist, Wu Xiaofei was also half-truthful, chatting with everyone.

The children of the rich were picked up by their parents in private cars, and the children of the poor could only wait for the bus, and at this moment they shouted "856, just passing by our Pingyang community, everyone hurry up." ”

Hearing this, everyone ended chatting, lined up, and walked onto the bus in an orderly manner. In a trance, Wu Xiaofei felt as if he had returned to his previous life, going to and from work every day, squeezing the bus and the subway every day!

Cars in this era were almost all electric, because the wilderness was occupied by aliens, and it was difficult to obtain oil. Of course, people in this era have found more efficient ways to generate electricity and energy.

The speed of the bus is not fast, it is about the same as the previous life, because the bus is basically a lively street market, and the speed cannot be let go.

"This is where my family should live! I believe it won't be long before my family lives in these high-end neighborhoods." Looking at the luxurious and high-end communities outside the bus, Wu Xiaofei thought of his own slum.

Because the state encourages childbearing, their family has four children, large and small, including the six parents, who are crowded together in a poverty alleviation house of more than 50 square meters.

In this era, housing prices are very expensive, and it is normal for high-end communities to have 50,000 earth coins per square meter, but the location is not good, and the high-grade ones are even more terrifying, and even some areas are not rich to buy, and there must be enough identity. Of course, if Wu Xiaofei becomes a real martial artist, the state will directly subsidize a villa.

There is a huge gap between becoming a true martial artist from a quasi-martial artist, and in fact, not every quasi-martial artist can become a real martial artist. Some people are lucky enough to become quasi-martial artists because of their qualifications, but they can't break through the first layer of the Martial God Tower after cultivating for a lifetime, while some people are not suitable for fighting at all because of their personalities, and the country does not recognize his status as a martial artist.

Therefore, the state does not care much about quasi-martial artists, and only by becoming a real martial artist is the backbone of mankind and is valued by the state.

"What do you want?" Silently, a pleasant voice sounded behind him.

"It's Liuli, except for Liuli in this car, no one can come behind me silently. There was no need to turn around, Wu Xiaofei had already made a judgment in his heart.

"I wonder when I will become a true martial artist and bring a superior life to my family. Wu Xiaofei said in a low voice.

"Is it important to be a real warrior? You must know that to become a true warrior, you have to go outside the base city to fight with other races and defend the human race, and you will die at any time. Liuli's pleasant voice came into Wu Xiaofei's ears.

"Important! Naturally important!" Wu Xiaofei nodded affirmatively, and then said, "Casualties are inevitable, if everyone is afraid of death, and no one fights with other races, then we humans would have perished a long time ago." ”

Maybe it's the influence of Wu Xiaofei's memory before, or maybe it's because he died once, Wu Xiaofei is not very afraid of death, this is very natural.

"That's right!" Liuli didn't refute, Wu Xiaofei didn't know what he was thinking, and always felt that Liuli's mood seemed to be a little heavy.

"Actually, I already passed through the first floor of the Martial God Tower a week ago. Suddenly, Liuli behind Wu Xiaofei said softly.

"What?" Wu Xiaofei was so startled that he almost jumped up from his seat, he turned his head to look at the calm glass behind him, he couldn't believe it. Li Yifei, a genius boy in the thirty-sixth middle school, was born in a martial arts family, has excellent qualifications, enjoys a lot of resources, has the guidance of famous teachers, and cultivates martial arts skills, and only takes ten moves from a real martial artist. And Liuli has already broken through the first layer of the Martial God Tower and become a real warrior.

"Then why don't you go to the actual combat test, get recognized by the country, and obtain the status of a noble warrior?" Wu Xiaofei asked suspiciously.

Break through the first layer of the Martial God Tower, and you will have the strength of a warrior. But in order for the state to grant the status of a warrior, it must also be tested in actual combat. Otherwise, an inexperienced warrior goes to the wild to fight with the alien race and is killed by the alien race, which is the loss of the entire human race.

"Why?" Liuli glanced at Wu Xiaofei, closed her eyes, and said expressionlessly, "No why!"

"Okay!" Wu Xiaofei shrugged, not knowing what to say. This brother of his, with a strange personality, is always unpredictable.

School ended at 3 o'clock, and the bus stopped for almost three hours before arriving home. The school is in the center of the base city, and the slum is on the edge of the base city, and the two are far apart.

The buildings in the slums are very tall and have little distance from each other, making them look crowded. There is no way, the land in the base city is too precious.

Binh Duong Community is a slum area in Hope Base City, which is one of the 13 main base cities in China and one of the subordinate base cities of Shaanxi and Gansu Base City, with a population of more than 3 million.

The community is surrounded by buildings, and the yard of the community is very small, in fact, it is just a road for people to walk, and there are no idlers in the community. In this era, as long as you can move, you will go to find a job, and there is no such thing as retiring at the age of dozens of years. A group of friends said goodbye to each other, and then went back to their respective homes and looked for their mothers.

Wu Xiaofei's house is on the twenty-third floor of the fifth unit, and he lives very high, and it is not very convenient to go up and down. Although there is an elevator, there is a fee, so Wu Xiaofei chose to climb the stairs. Fortunately, his physical fitness was far beyond ordinary people, and he arrived home in a while.

"Ding Dong!" Wu Xiaofei rang the doorbell.

"It's Brother Xiaofei who is back!" said a milky voice as soon as the door opened.

"Xiaolong!" Looking at this three-year-old child, Wu Xiaofei touched his little head. Wu Xiaofei has four brothers and sisters, he is the eldest and the second Wu Xiaoyu, who is fourteen years old this year and is in junior high school. The third child, Wu Xiaoxue, is a younger sister, nine years old this year, and is in elementary school. The fourth martial artist is a little boy who has just turned three years old.

"Where's Mom?" Wu Xiaofei asked as he picked up Xiaolong.

"Cooking!" Wu Xiaolong said with a milky voice pointing to the kitchen.

"Mom, I'm back!" As soon as he walked in the door, Wu Xiaofei's heart suddenly quieted down, and he said naturally.

"Well, you sit down first, and I'll cook right away!" I didn't see anyone, and my mother Yang Hui's voice came from the kitchen.

"Oh!" Wu Xiaofei sat on the sofa in the living room, teasing his three-year-old brother. After a while, the second brother Wu Xiaoyu and the third sister Wu Xiaoxue also came back from school. He didn't tell his family that he had become a would-be martial artist, and he was going to wait for his father to come back and surprise everyone.

"Why hasn't your dad come back yet?Could it be that you're working overtime, Xiaofei, can you call and ask?" Yang Hui, who was carrying the meal, said to Wu Xiaofei.

"Hmm!" Wu Xiaofei picked up his mobile phone, and when he was about to call, his mother's mobile phone rang.

"It's your dad!" Yang Hui picked up the phone and said, "It's time to go home for dinner!

"Ah!?You said that the child's father was injured at work and was beaten by electricity!