The Great Tao Chronicle

Kung Fu martial arts originated very early. The initial prototype was summed up by the ancestors of the human race in hunting and killing wild animals.

Over the thousands of years, there have been many more techniques of fighting with people and killing people on the battlefield.

It was not until 300 years ago that Gu Changfeng and other great masters established the Central Martial Arts Hall, and only then did they summarize the complete boxing system.

In the past 300 years, science and technology have changed rapidly, and martial arts such as kung fu and martial arts have also achieved great development.

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

This is the heart, the spirit, the soul, and the **** of fists.

Under the heavy snowfall, An Qisheng stood quietly.

Wang Zhixuan's hypnosis was indeed extraordinary, and in that instant, many memories of his past and present life were recalled.

He has been a human being in two lifetimes. He has been digging the ground for food, being bullied, fighting, and killing people. He has wandered between life and death, experienced true death, and experienced the joy of new life. . . .

Many thoughts flashed through my mind one by one.

Over and over again, the emotions are constantly brewing, and gradually, they become more and more full.

Suddenly, the picture in his mind freezes.

The ground cracked, high-rise buildings collapsed, countless crowds rushed like ants, and vehicles collided in series on the avenue.

Wailing, despair, and cries are endless.

earthquake!

Great earthquake!

That is a terrifying natural disaster beyond the reach of any human being!

Boom!

In an instant, An Qisheng seemed to have thunder exploded in his heart.

In front of his eyes, the scene seemed to reappear. High-rise buildings collapsed like stacked building blocks, and pieces of concrete weighing hundreds of kilograms fell from the sky, pouring down like a torrential rain.

The surrounding crowd roared hysterically...

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

Phew!

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

He suddenly stomped under his feet, and all the snow all over his body fell. He stepped out in one step, and all the snow on both sides of his body was thrown high.

Between steps, he stretched his arms, clenched his fingers, and punched.

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

Survive to death!

Even in the face of natural disasters, never give up!

boom!

With a punch, it exploded like a sonic boom, and the energy overflowed, like a gust of wind, blowing snowflakes.

An Qisheng stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

With just one punch, he almost lost his strength, and at the same time there was a severe pain like a broken arm.

"Muscle strain..."

An Qisheng's chest rose and fell, repeating this several times before he let out a long breath.

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

This punch was almost out of strength, which shows that this punch can't be used in actual combat at all.

An Qisheng stood up slowly. Although he was exhausted to the limit, he did not immediately go to rest. Instead, he played a set of Xingyi Quan slowly and stood in three poses for half an hour.

He just walked into the house, cooked the medicine, and sat cross-legged, resting in a meditative manner, and at the same time visualized the 'stickman' in his mind.

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

"The way should be right, but it's not advisable to get rid of your strength with one punch, and there won't be such a long brewing in the battle.

Moreover, the state of this punch, the body can't remember it at all. If you are an ordinary person, you hit this punch by chance, and you don't know when the next punch will be.

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

Enlightenment of traditional martial artists is not a one-time enlightenment.

To be proficient by chance and coincidence, it takes a lot of practice.

Fortunately, I don't seem to need it.

An Qisheng's thoughts moved, his own panel appeared in the perspective, and he fell asleep again in a second.

The one who fell into the dream was the one who punched him a few hours ago.

Remember the state of enlightenment at the moment, others need thousands of times of practice.

An Qisheng said that he only needs to sleep.

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

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

There is no airport in Xingcheng. He drove to the Hancheng Airport and got on the plane to the magic capital. A few hours later, he saw Wang Zhixuan outside the airport.

The flow of people at Modu Airport is also very large.

An Qisheng saw Wang Zhixuan at a glance.

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

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

An Qisheng sat in the back, talking to the woman sitting in the co-pilot.

The woman was wearing light makeup, her eyes were bright under her long eyelashes, her red lips were slightly hooked when she spoke, and her words were gentle and alluring.

"You are?"

An Qisheng glanced at her, the woman's fingers were slender, and her long nails exuded lustrous white brilliance.

The kung fu seems to be very good.

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

The woman smiled and introduced herself.

"It turned out to be Senior Li's sister. It's not wrong for An Qisheng to be me, but not a genius."

An Qisheng didn't care why Li Yan's eldest sister's surname was Jiang, and greeted him in a mild manner:

"As for the appearance, my parents gave it to me."

An Qisheng's appearance is not handsome. He was seriously ill a few years ago and looked handsome. After re-training in martial arts, 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 lightly and ignored An Qisheng.

She was just a little curious, and she could let Mu Longcheng test it. Daoist Juechen praised what a person with good talent looked like.

"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 fine before, UU reading www.uukanshu.com for several months, and suspected to have received guidance from a great master like Daoist Juechen, it is reasonable to make progress faster.

This time the two met only five and a half days apart, and it seems that they have made progress again?

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

Or, did you suddenly become enlightened after dark energy?

No matter what the reason, it seems that there is a bit of incompatibility.

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

An Qisheng replied.

His kung fu has never been perfected, and his progress has almost no secrets to these great boxers, but he is very helpless.

"There are no one thousand or eight hundred people I have hypnotized and guided. It can be said that there is no one who has made progress like you."

Under the cover of the sunglasses, Wang Zhixuan's eyes flashed a little thought.

An Qisheng stopped talking.

Said that he had grasped the **** of fists in just five days?

This cannot be explained.

Jiang Shili chuckled lightly, his beautiful eyes flowing, and it landed on An Qisheng:

"It seems that Younger An has a secret."

"Who has no secrets?"

An Qisheng replied lightly and changed the subject:

"Dr. Wang, with my strength, there shouldn't be anything that can help you in the magic capital, right?"

It's not arrogance.

An Qisheng is self-aware.

Wang Zhixuan is a native of Modu. He has been in the army for several generations. He is also a great boxer of Huajin. There seems to be no place where he can be used in Modu.

"Naturally I don't need your help in the magic capital, but this time I'm going to sea."

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

"This is a satellite video from the Golden Eagle Empire some time ago, you can take a look..."

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