The Great Tao Chronicle

"Gumen Xinyiquan and Liuhe Great Spear..."

An Qisheng kneaded between his eyebrows, and the two pictures appeared alternately, causing his mind to burst with pain.

The last step of dark energy is to enter the brain. After the energy is transformed, it involves the spirit of will. At that time, the 'god' contained in one punch and one kick can already affect outsiders.

Those two pictures are not real, but the fist spirit of the two great masters.

This is what Wang Zhixuan called the "God in the Box".

"Their fist intent can actually affect me..."

An Qisheng's mouth was dry, so he got up and poured a glass of water.

This time, it wasn't that he took the initiative to interrupt the dream, but the influence of the two fists made his spirit not enough to support the consumption of the dream, so he was forced to interrupt.

In fact, Wang Honglin and Gu Changfeng made a three-stroke contract, and he only saw one move.

"The battle on holding the pill is completely different from what the naked eye sees and what the spirit perceives. The two of them must not be able to hypnotize, but the effect of the powerful fist intent has gone beyond hypnosis in the ordinary sense. "

Holding a water glass, An Qisheng was analyzing the results.

The person who recognizes external objects is the mind, the mind is the mind, the mind is the will, and the spiritual will can really affect the human heart.

In other words, when the brain thinks you're dead, you're dead.

In the room, An Qisheng just sat silently, recalling the gains from the previous battle over and over again.

Whether it is Liuhe big spear or Gumen Xinyiquan, he has been involved in all of them.

But if you want to reach the level of those two, even if you have a reference, it will not happen overnight.

However, everything is like this, if you don't accumulate a few steps, you can't go a thousand miles, and if you don't accumulate a small stream, you can't make a river or sea.

Even if there is one step to the sky, it may not be a good thing.

Understand that it is natural to understand.

After watching the battle between the two great masters, An Qisheng was no longer drowsy. He sat quietly for a while, remembering all the previous gains in his heart, and then went out again.

Hope is fully equipped with swimming pools, cinemas, and martial arts halls.

At three o'clock in the morning, most of the people were in their sleep, and An Qisheng came to the martial arts hall.

High platforms, weapon racks, sandstorms, wooden piles, targets...

This martial arts hall is different from ordinary martial arts halls, but somewhat similar to the ancient school grounds.

At this time, there was no one in the empty martial arts hall.

An Qisheng walked to the weapon rack, where all kinds of weapons were placed.

In modern times, thanks to technology, the quality of weapons is far from comparable in ancient times.

"These weapons are of good quality, and I don't know which master made them..."

An Qisheng stretched out his hand to hold a long spear, shook it lightly, and made a 'humming' sound.

He has learned guns for more than ten years, and he can know the good and the bad as soon as he gets started.

This long spear is two meters long, and the lines on the whole body are like human meridians.

Over the past few days, he has come to this martial arts hall almost every day.

This spear is the most handy weapon he uses. It doesn't mean that other weapons are not good, it's just not suitable.

woohoo~

As soon as his mind moved, An Qisheng jumped onto the high platform and lightly pressed the tail of the spear. The spear seemed to have spirituality.

An Qi held a long spear in his life, and his body stood upright like a pine. He closed his eyes slightly, listening to the spear's "jin".

The weapon is an extension of the body, and the highest state is naturally the unity of the weapon and oneself.

And listening to strength is the first step to this process.

I don't even know the length and change of my own weapons, so where can I practice the unique marksmanship.

The real master of marksmanship, holding a long spear of about 100 meters in his hand, can stab flies and mosquitoes on the paper without hurting the paper in the slightest.

With this one hand, any peerless marksmanship is just a matter of course.

huh~

After listening for a moment, An Qisheng suddenly squatted down, like riding on a horse, holding a gun in both hands, just a slight shake.

The spear 'buzzed' trembled like a snake dragon.

This vibration gradually spread, from his hands, elbows, shoulders, struts, to his whole body.

The whole person trembled with the gun body.

Shaking the big gun is easy to say, but this style is enough to practice for a lifetime.

The hands are empty, the body is relaxed, and the spirit is calm.

An Qisheng's eyes were half-closed, and the shot that Wang Honglin stabbed was replayed over and over in his mind.

Every bit of insight was brewing in his heart.

Phew!

At a certain moment, An Qisheng's eyes suddenly widened, and the force under his feet shook, and the force rose up in layers, reaching the palm of his arm.

hum~

The spear shook suddenly, drawing an astonishing arc, like a coiled poisonous snake suddenly bursting out, tearing the air in a flash.

Huhuhu~~

With one shot of the long gun, he moved with the gun.

With a dance of the gun, a little bit of cold light burst out, like a giant python opening its mouth to reveal its fangs.

Go straight to the bottom of the platform!

"I......"

On the side of the high platform, a figure suddenly jumped out, and rolled out on the floor like a donkey.

At the same time, he shouted:

"My own!"

huh~

An Qisheng moved, the spear moved back half a meter, and the swaying spear head stopped three inches in front of the person's eyebrows.

"brother......"

Luo Neng raised his hands, cold sweat dripped down from his head, and there was fog on his gold-rimmed glasses.

"It's you?"

An Qisheng frowned, and the spear landed.

He recognized that this young man seemed to be the young man Wang Zhixuan had warned when he got on the boat.

Judging from his body shape, he was slack and slack, and he didn't seem to have a kung fu in his body.

"It's me! It's me."

Luo Neng breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his forehead, it was so scary.

Under this shot~www.novelmt.com~ he almost thought he was going to be stabbed to death on the spot.

"At night, what are you doing here when you don't sleep? Are you still so sneaky?"

An Qisheng frowned.

He is not afraid of others stealing marksmanship. In fact, there are many sects of shaking big guns, so it is not a secret.

However, this killer move he learned from Wang Honglin was the first time he issued it.

If it wasn't for his solid foundation and ability to send and receive, this shot would have stabbed him to death on the spot.

"You didn't sleep either?"

Luo Neng sneered in his heart and forced a smile:

"I heard footsteps walking past the door before, and thought those people were lurking on the boat again. As for sneaking, I'm not afraid to disturb your gun practice?"

"Yes?"

An Qisheng glanced at him, turned and walked towards the high platform.

This person didn't tell the truth. If he came with him, he couldn't hide it from his eyes and ears with his skills. The only possibility is that he came before him.

It was already hidden there.

"Then you're busy, I'll go back first."

Luo Neng calmed down, suddenly felt a little urge to urinate, said hello, and walked away in despair.

"Huh!"

In the toilet, Luo Neng shivered and let out a sigh of relief.

Then he took out his mobile phone and dialed the number over there:

"Jin Shao, that person is An Qisheng. He seems to be practicing foreign boxing. He is good at using the spear. Every day he practices guns besides boxing. He is a martial arts idiot.

"Luoneng, you don't need to talk about these things in the future."

After Luo Neng finished speaking, a voice came from the other end of the phone:

"She doesn't even care about me, so how could she care about such a person?"

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