Great Dao Ji

Kung Fu martial arts originated very early, and the initial prototype was summarized by the ancestors of the human race when hunting wild beasts.

Over thousands of years, many more fighting and killing techniques were added.

It was not until three hundred years ago that the great masters such as Gu Changfeng founded the Central Martial Arts Hall and summarized a complete boxing system.

In the past three hundred years, technology has been changing with each passing day, and martial arts such as Kung Fu have also achieved great development.

But even with the development of artificial intelligence today, which can summarize all the boxing and martial arts routines for thousands of years in one second, there are always places that cannot be touched.

This is the mind, the spirit, the soul, and the god of boxing.

Under the heavy snow, An Qisheng stood quietly.

Wang Zhixuan's hypnosis is indeed extraordinary. In that instant, it evoked many memories of his past and present lives.

He was a human in two lives. He dug for food in the ground, was oppressed, fought, and killed people. He wandered between life and death, experienced real death, and had the joy of new life.

Many thoughts passed through his mind one by one.

Over and over again, emotions were brewing, gradually, becoming more and more full.

Suddenly, the picture in his mind froze.

The earth cracked, tall buildings collapsed, countless people rushed like ants, and vehicles collided in a chain on the road.

The sound of wailing, despair, and crying was endless.

Earthquake!

A big earthquake!

It was a horrible natural disaster beyond the reach of human power!

Boom!

In an instant, thunder seemed to explode in An Qisheng's heart.

In front of him, the scene seemed to reappear, tall buildings collapsed like piled up building blocks, and hundreds of pounds of concrete fell from the sky, pouring down like a rainstorm.

The crowd around him roared hysterically.

That was the last moment of his death in his previous life.

Whoosh!

In the whistling cold wind, An Qisheng, who had been standing still for a long time, suddenly moved.

He stomped his feet suddenly, and all the snow on his body fell off. He took a step forward, and all the snow on both sides of his body was thrown high.

As he stepped forward, he stretched out his arms, clenched his five fingers, and threw a punch.

At the same time, the emotions in his heart, which were so strong that they reached the limit, burst out at this moment!

Survive against death!

Even if there is a natural disaster, never give up!

Bang!

A punch was thrown, making a sound like a sonic boom, and the energy was overflowing, like a strong wind blowing up the scattered snowflakes.

An Qisheng staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Just one punch, he was almost exhausted, and at the same time, his arm felt a sharp pain like a broken muscle.

"Muscle strain"

An Qisheng's chest rose and fell, and this repeated several times before he exhaled a long breath of white air.

With his physical strength at this time, he could throw a hundred punches with all his strength without breathing, shake the big gun for an hour without getting tired, and run ten kilometers without sweating.

This punch was almost exhausted, which shows that this punch cannot be used in actual combat at all.

An Qisheng stood up slowly. Although he was extremely tired, he did not rest immediately. Instead, he slowly performed a set of Xingyiquan postures and stood in the three-body posture for half an hour.

Then he walked into the house, boiled medicinal food, and then sat cross-legged, resting in a meditative manner, while visualizing the "stickman" in his mind.

Half asleep and half awake, after three hours, An Qisheng recovered his strength and slowly opened his eyes:

"The way should be right, but it is not advisable to lose strength in one punch, and there will not be such a long time to prepare in a fight.

Moreover, the state of this punch cannot be remembered by the body at all. For ordinary people, if they hit this punch by chance, they don't know when they will hit this punch again.

It may take months or years of uninterrupted practice to become proficient."

The enlightenment of traditional martial artists is not permanent.

If you want to be proficient in chance, you need a lot of practice.

Fortunately, it seems that I don't need it.

An Qisheng's mind moved, and his own panel appeared in his vision, and he fell asleep again in a second.

The one who fell into the dream was himself who had thrown that punch a few hours ago.

Others need to practice thousands of times to remember the state of enlightenment.

An Qisheng said that he only needed to sleep.

On the fifth day of his initial contact with the God of Fists, An Qisheng received a call from Wang Zhixuan and ended this retreat.

Although Wang Zhixuan's hypnosis was abrupt, it was undeniable that it was very beneficial to him, so he had to follow her out.

There was no airport in Xingcheng, so he drove to Handancheng Airport and took a plane to the Magic City. A few hours later, he saw Wang Zhixuan outside the airport.

The flow of people at the Magic City Airport was also very large.

But An Qisheng saw Wang Zhixuan at a glance.

The woman was still wearing sunglasses, leaning on her off-road vehicle, with a strong aura, and still eye-catching in the crowd.

"Are you the genius An Qisheng that Xuanxuan said? You look just average."

An Qisheng sat in the back seat, and the one who spoke was the woman sitting in the co-pilot seat.

The woman wore light makeup, her eyes were bright under her long eyelashes, her red lips were slightly curved when she spoke, her words were gentle and charming.

"Who are you?"

An Qisheng glanced at her. The woman had long fingers, and her long nails exuded a white glow.

She seemed to be very good at handwork.

"My name is Jiang Shili, Li Yan's elder sister."

The woman smiled slightly and introduced herself.

"So you are Li Xuechang's elder sister, An Qisheng, I am right, but I can't say I am a genius."

An Qisheng didn't care why Li Yan's elder sister was named Jiang, and greeted her indifferently:

"As for the appearance, it was given by my parents."

An Qisheng's appearance was not handsome. He was seriously ill a few years ago and looked delicate. After practicing martial arts again, his face became somewhat angular.

It's not ugly, but it's not as beautiful as the popular little fresh meat.

"hehe."

Jiang Shili chuckled and ignored An Qisheng.

She was just a little curious about what it would be like for Mu Longcheng to test out what Taoist Juechen praised someone with good talent.

"You seem to have made some progress."

Wang Zhixuan held the steering wheel with one hand and glanced at An Qisheng through the rearview mirror.

She was a little surprised.

It was just a matter of paying off before. Within a few months, he seemed to have received guidance from a great master like Taoist Juechen. It was reasonable for him to make faster progress.

This time the two met only five and a half days apart, and there seems to be progress again?

With such a talent, it took more than ten years of practicing martial arts to break through the dark power?

Or is it that An Jin suddenly became enlightened?

No matter which reason, it seems a bit wrong.

"I would also like to thank Dr. Wang for his guidance."

An Qisheng replied.

His kung fu has not yet been perfected, and his progress is almost no secret to these great boxers, which is quite helpless.

"I have guided hypnosis to as many as eight hundred people, if not a thousand. It can be said that you are the only one who has made such progress."

Covered by sunglasses, Wang Zhixuan's eyes flashed with thought.

An Qisheng stopped talking.

Saying that he has mastered the god of fists in just five days?

There's no way to explain it.

Jiang Shili chuckled, and his beautiful eyes turned to An Qisheng:

"It seems that little brother An has some secrets."

"Who doesn't have secrets?"

An Qisheng replied lightly and changed the topic:

"Dr. Wang, with my strength, there should be no place in the city that can help you, right?"

Not to belittle oneself.

An Qisheng is self-aware.

Wang Zhixuan is a native of Magic City. He has served in the army for several generations. He is also a powerful boxer. There seems to be no place where he can be used in Magic City.

"Of course I don't need your help in the magic city, but this time I want to go to sea."

Wang Zhixuan raised her hand and threw her mobile phone to An Qisheng:

"This is a satellite video that was circulated from the Golden Eagle Empire some time ago. You can take a look."