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"A character like Gallo, who won't shoot at any time. In addition to him, although there are many dark web masters, the dark web killers above the third level are basically registered on it. Once they enter, they will be in danger of escape."

Jing Xiaolou lifted the tea cup

"Brother An, please."

Jing Xiaolou's voice was bland, but he had his own faint self-confidence as a big country's people.

"Good."

An Qisheng held up the tea cup.

The great mystery of this world is extremely strong. He has dominated the Eastern Xuanzhou for thousands of years, occasionally declining, and soon reached the top of the world.

What dark web, what killer organization mercenaries or see martial arts, are absolutely weak.

Easy to dare not enter.

This is true of Mulong City, and so is Gallou.

Although rewarded, he didn't have much fluctuation in his heart.

Just be more careful in my mind.

The two talked and talked about martial arts again. After a while of discussion, they reached the top three, each with their own gains.

After dinner, An Qisheng came to Huxin Pavilion again.

The lake is clear, and the fish and shrimp are playing with ripples. In the heart of the lake, the old man sits cross-legged, facing the mountains.

"you are leaving?"

"Having half a month, it's time to go."

An Qisheng salute salute

"Grandmaster's kindness is remembered."

Yangmingshan half a month, better than his hard work for several years, secretly become more clear in his heart.

He naturally has to remember.

"A tongue is born to speak, and thank you is unnecessary."

The old man shook his head slightly.

Seems to be aware that An Qisheng still wants to talk, smiled

"If you want to thank me and wait for your success in the future, come to Yangmingshan for tea, and let the old man see your effort by the way, that's it."

"That's natural."

An Qisheng replied, with some admiration in her heart.

As a curator of Southern Wushu, Xue Yan has many disciples.

He has contacts in the political, military, business, and martial arts circles, and he is naturally not really concerned about the reward.

The rarest thing in the world is to ask nothing in return.

"Kung Fu is practiced in nine points and one point. You are almost ready, but you are too tight. It is not bad to slow down properly."

The old man reached out and took out a black book from his arms and threw it to An Qisheng

"In the past few days, I have a feeling that you have practiced Bajiquan, and you have written something indiscriminately. You see, it may be useful."

"Thank you, Grand Master."

An Qisheng held the book in both hands and bowed deeply.

He didn't know if this Grand Master was the same for every visitor, but for him, this was the only person in this life who had ever pointed him at kung fu.

Needless to say, half-teacher friendship is already there.

"Go on."

The old man waved.

Farewell to the elderly, An Qisheng did not stop, went to the airport and flew to the mainland after leaving Yangming Mountain.

Then transfer to the train and set foot on the road back to Xingcheng.

All the way, nothing more.

Xingcheng in the middle of the winter is naturally different from Treasure Island. The cold wind is roaring, and the streets in the middle of the night are cold and bitter.

Get off the train carrying your luggage.

Even in the middle of the night, many people were waiting outside the train station, mostly taxis.

When An Qisheng was surprised, he found a taxi.

It was already midnight, and he didn't bother his parents, and returned to the countryside.

"Huh? Is it on?"

Upon entering the villa, An Qisheng's body tightened first, and then he relaxed.

The shadow of the light is his mother.

"Who?"

The lights didn't light up much, and Madam's voice came down from the building.

"Mom, it's me, I'm back."

An Qisheng replied.

"It's so cold, come in quickly."

The mother opened the door in her cloak and pulled him in with some complaints.

"Why don't you call me when you come back?"

"Mom, why are you here?"

An Qisheng gave the gift.

"Who knows how long you go out, and it's not cost-effective to ask someone to clean. I'm idle anyway, so I'll clean it in a few days and live for a day.

Anmu closed the door and looked at her son distressedly.

"Come back so late, hungry, mommy will cook for you."

"Don't be busy, I have eaten."

An Qisheng bustled his mother, saying that she would persuade her to take a rest, and she returned to the bedroom.

Lying on the bed, An Qisheng was calm.

Although it was only more than half a month to go out this time, he drifted at sea and Xin Guozhang killed and survived. Even in Yangming Mountain, he still had some ripples in his heart.

He didn't calm down until he returned to his own home.

He took out the booklet the old man gave him.

Open it.

On the first page, the words

If the punch is not hard, it wo n’t hurt to beat people. There is a saying in the martial arts world that you must be beaten before being beaten.

"Hard work"

An Qisheng glanced and continued to open.

This booklet is not thick, but it contains a vast collection of Xue Gong's opinions on hard work, outer boxing, inner boxing, pace, inner training, etc., which are essays.

In fact, it contains a lot of things.

"Easy to explain, it's worthy to be a master."

Watching all the way, An Qisheng could not help but admire.

Different from the mysterious terminology in the boxing essay that I have seen in the past, this booklet Xue Xie explains the essence of various types of boxing in the most obvious words.

It is a person who is not able to martial arts. After watching it, if he calms down, he can practice something.

Looking at it, An Qisheng knew a little bit more about boxing.

"Hoo ~"

After a long time, he closed the booklet and closed his eyes slightly.

An Qisheng

Specialty Eight pole fist (79) Liuhe big gun (79) Dragon and tiger capture (69) Gumen Xinyiquan (33) Longyin iron cloth shirt (55)

The state is getting weaker (critically ill?) Baodan strength state (69)

"Still terminally ill"

An Qisheng took a deep breath.

Over the past year, as his martial arts got deeper and deeper ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ physical strength became stronger and stronger, his spirit has also undergone subtle changes.

His ability is slowly changing.

But his illness was not completely cured, and the existence of this panel reminded him of this all the time.

"I take Wang Honglin as the reference, and if all the progress reaches 100, I can compare with Wang Honglin of the year

Holding Dan's strength to the seventies, I will become a force, and one hundred, can I hold Dan? "

There were many thoughts in An Qisheng's heart.

Among the many statistics, what he cares about most is actually the mastery of the effort, because in his expectation, only by holding Dan can he truly cure his illness.

After mastering Wang Honglin's shot, he vigorously mastered the rapid development, and after the battle between Yangmingshan and Jing Xiaolou, he climbed to the limit under the energy.

But the energy is also in no hurry.

"Perhaps it's time to take a break"

An Qisheng raised his thoughts.

For more than a year, he got up in the early morning every day to cook a meal, practice boxing, shake a big gun, and think at night. He fell asleep in the middle of the night in the dream boxing master.

Maybe it's really too tight?

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