Great Dao Ji

As the saying goes, it's better to receive ten punches than one elbow!

Baji takes off his spear and turns it into a fist, and his elbow becomes the tip of the spear!

He Anqi used all the strength in his body to deliver a heart-to-heart elbow in the way Wang Honglin, a master in the Dan Realm, was so fierce.

Bang!

With a dull sound of flesh colliding, the young man's chest collapsed immediately, his back bulged, his eyes were visibly congested and turned red, and the surging blood broke through the restraints of the seven orifices and flowed out!

"Ah! I'll kill you!"

But despite this, the young man still didn't let go, and his fingers worked harder, piercing An Qisheng's shoulder blades with a click, pulling him to the ground and knocking over two booths.

Crackling~

Among the broken glass shards of the booth, the two people struggled with each other.

Bang! !

An Qisheng's crushed shoulder twisted, locking the young man's five fingers with his flesh and blood, his right hand tightly squeezing the other hand, and his knees hit his lower abdomen hard at the same time.

"puff!"

The young man received this blow and finally couldn't bear it anymore. A large mouthful of blood spurted An Qisheng's head and face, and he fainted from the pain.

Stab~

An Qisheng struggled to get up, tore off the work clothes the young man was wearing, wiped the sticky blood on his face, and looked down at the young man's distorted face with lingering fear.

"Where did this murderer come from?"

An Qisheng hugged his left shoulder, blood flowing from his five finger holes.

This young man was skilled in military capture techniques and was quite ferocious in fighting. If he hadn't taken the initiative with the idea of ​​capturing him alive, he would have had no chance of winning.

After looking at his cell phone with a broken black screen, An Qisheng leaned down and rummaged through the young man's body, but found nothing that could prove his identity.

Fortunately, his mobile phone is solid and can still be used if the screen is broken.

An Qisheng was about to dial his father's number when his cell phone suddenly lit up. It was an unknown caller whose name and number were not displayed.

After hesitating for two seconds, he pressed the call.

"What? You were attacked and you used the military's eagle claw to capture you?"

On the other end of the phone, An Jianzhong jumped up in shock:

"Wait there, I'll be here right away!"

Dududu~

An Qisheng casually threw away the hung up cell phone, leaned on a booth, began to clean up the broken glass on his body, and took stock of his injuries.

A long-term illness may not lead to a cure, but most boxing practitioners know some medical skills.

On the left shoulder, the scapula is broken, the humerus is also damaged, and the clavicle is probably cracked.

When An Jianzhong hurried over and saw his son covered in blood, his hands trembled with heartache.

"This bastard!"

An Jianzhong looked at the unconscious young man at his feet and wished he could stomp his head off.

"What happened?"

An Qisheng, who wrapped his shoulders with his own clothes, came over and told what happened before in simple sentences.

An Jianzhong was frightened when he heard this. He had experienced similar things himself, so he knew how dangerous the previous battle was.

Click!

The 1.9-meter-tall man raised his foot and crushed both blades of the unconscious young man, then took out special alloy handcuffs and cuffed him.

An Jianzhong lifted the young man up with one hand, his expression serious:

"I can't explain this in a sentence or two. You come with me first. The martial arts hall is under martial law at this time and I can't even leave."

An Qisheng nodded. Although his injury was serious, it was not fatal. Knowing that the matter was urgent, he could only follow him to the second floor of the martial arts hall.

On the second floor of the martial arts hall, there are many people scattered here and there.

An Qisheng glanced slightly and saw that more than half of them were wearing uniforms and were from the Xingcheng Law Enforcement Team, and the smaller half were wearing regular uniforms and should be from the Magic City Martial Arts Hall.

Most of the people in the Magic City Martial Arts Hall were young people, and there was actually an acquaintance among them, namely Wang Anfeng and his friend Li Yan, who were on the train that day and blasted the drama.

The two of them were accompanied by a young man with a calm expression, and they were both a little surprised to see An Qisheng.

Seeing An Jianzhong, several of them in uniforms stepped forward and lifted the fainting young man aside.

Another middle-aged man glanced at An Qisheng's shoulder and frowned slightly:

"Is Qisheng okay?"

"I'm fine, Uncle Chen."

An Qisheng was sitting on the sofa, blood stains oozing from the bandaged clothes on his shoulders:

"It doesn't matter if your bones are crushed."

The speaker's name was Chen Zhengqiao, An Jianzhong's old childhood friend, and he had watched An Qi grow up since he was a child.

"Nonsense! It doesn't matter if the bones are broken? Get the medicine quickly."

Chen Zhengqiao scolded and ordered someone to bring medicine.

Several law enforcement team members brought the first aid kit and bandaged An Qisheng again.

"This man should be a beggar. Lao Chen, you will send someone to take him away later and see if you can ask anything."

An Jianzhong looked unhappy.

"kindness."

Chen Zhengqiao's face didn't look good, and he couldn't help but get angry: "The people from the Begging Society are getting more and more arrogant. They dare to challenge the law enforcement team in broad daylight. They are simply unscrupulous!"

The other law enforcement officers all looked ugly. Knowing that they were here, they still dared to hurt people. It was a naked provocation.

Begging society?

An Qisheng's eyes flashed, is this a terrorist organization?

On the other side, Wang Anfeng and Li Yan looked at each other. The latter nodded, came to An Qisheng, and handed over a porcelain bottle:

"This is a secret ointment made by our martial arts center. It is much more effective than the medicines on the market. Apply it."

"Thanks."

An Qisheng took the porcelain bottle and handed it to the law enforcement team member who changed his dressing.

"The person who attacked you should be a gangster from the Begging Society. However, the minimum membership requirement of the Begging Society is An Jin. You are really powerful if you can beat him like this."

Li Yan took a closer look at An Qisheng's injuries and was amazed.

"It's just good luck."

An Qisheng shook his head and said, "I didn't expect Mr. Li to be from the martial arts center? Why did he come together on the train?"

Having just met yesterday, An Qisheng will naturally not forget Wang Anfeng and Li Yan. However, the boxing skills of these two people are very average, and they are not at the level that can join the martial arts main hall.

"An Feng and I joined the martial arts center not only because of our boxing skills."

Li Yan glanced at Wang Anfeng, who was peeping his head not far away, and said:

"It's not a secret. In recent decades, the martial arts center has been committed to integrating martial arts and firearms. An Feng and I have good marksmanship, so we were admitted to the main hall, but we only had a short time to learn boxing and our skills are shallow."

Li Yan said it lightly, but to be accepted into the martial arts hall, his marksmanship cannot be just good.

"I see."

An Qisheng was a little stunned.

No wonder Wang Anfeng looked down on traditional martial arts. It turned out that he was mainly focused on firearms and supplemented by boxing.

"My friend has already had conflicts with many people because of this matter. The reason why we didn't come with the big army this time is because we were detained for half a month because of the fight."

Li Yan said, shaking his head a little.

At this time, An Qisheng's wounds were bandaged. He put on the coat handed over by the law enforcement team and asked casually:

"What is the Begging Society that Mr. Li mentioned?"

"Begging Club"

A complex emotion appeared on Li Yan's face. After thinking for a while, he said: "The Begging Society is not a terrorist organization as you think, but a boxing organization that was born before the founding of the Daxuan Kingdom."

"The Qi Dao Society was established at the same time as the Central Martial Arts Hall. At first, like the Martial Arts Headquarters, it mainly focused on killing bandits, assassinating warlords, and heads of great powers. Later, although they moved overseas, they still had friendships. Until thirty years ago, All this changed only when Mu Longcheng, the contemporary leader of the Begging Society, came to power."

"Mulongcheng?"

An Qisheng's heart moved. He had heard of this name before. He seemed to be a wealthy tycoon in the Empire on which the Sun Never Sets.

"Mu Longcheng's boxing skills are extraordinary and holy. Thirty years ago, he saw the gods and was invulnerable. However, he firmly believed that there was still a way forward beyond seeing the gods. He became increasingly paranoid and unscrupulous in his actions, and he collected a group of dangerous people."

Li Yan sighed:

"While he was building a laboratory to study the human body, he was also collecting manuscripts from boxing masters over the years. This time, his goal should be Mr. Gu's manuscripts."

"The enemy this time is Mu Longcheng?"

An Qisheng's heart tightened.

He has seen the methods of Master Baodan, and knows how terrifying such master's boxing skills are. God-level masters are two levels higher than Dan-level masters!

If he comes, no one here will be able to stop him.

"Mu Longcheng will not come. If a dangerous person like him dares to step into Daxuan, the masters in the army will come looking for him. God is also a mortal body, and he can't stop the guns."

Li Yan said, his expression suddenly tightened.

An Qisheng also turned his head at the same time.

Da da da~

The sound of crisp footsteps, unhurried and slow, sounded on the first floor of the empty martial arts hall.