The ointment of the martial arts hall is quite effective for broken bones, and one month after the injury, An Qisheng's injury is almost healed, as long as he does not practice boxing excessively, he can already contact some repair training.

Next, he persuaded his parents to move to a villa in the suburbs alone.

Since receiving Li Yan's call that day, he has not called again, and the person he said to protect has not seen it, and the person whose name is Zhao Huangtian has also not come to the door.

Everything seems to be uneventful.

An Qisheng boiled medicinal food every day, realized the Tao in his dreams, practiced boxing, practiced guns, and his days were monotonous and fulfilling.

This made his heart very calm, and all the depression and distracting thoughts in the past were purified in this sweaty punch and kick.

It was only then that he deeply felt the power of his ability.

Feeling the boxing skills of Grandmaster Wang Honglin, he has a better understanding of Bajiquan and other boxing techniques, and the control of Baodan's strength has allowed the medicinal diet to be fully exerted in his body.

And the twenty-four hours that he dreamed of himself every day allowed him to use it as someone else for two or even three days a day.

He had not seen the military training camp, but he was sure that he would not be slower than the military training camp.

Unfortunately, none of this is known.

Only the dashboard in his view records his progress bit by bit.

In this way, more than 20 days passed in a hurry.

On this day, An Qisheng was boiling medicinal food when he suddenly received a call from An's mother:

"Qiqi, tomorrow is the New Year, you won't come back to see your mother?"

"Tomorrow is the New Year?"

An Qisheng was shocked to realize that it was the New Year.

got his mother's call, An Qisheng was still not in a hurry, took medicinal food, played a set of eight-pole boxing, and took a big gun for an hour.

After that, I washed up before walking out of the villa.

On the day before the New Year, God was not idle, a heavy snow covered Xingcheng with silver, and the pine and cypress outside the villa were even white.

Because the snow was still falling, An Qisheng did not drive, just walked and walked home.

Maybe it's the end of the year, or maybe it's because it's still snowing in the suburbs, and along the way, there are almost no pedestrians, no vehicles, only traffic lights still stick to their posts.

An Qisheng walked three or four miles, but he didn't see a few people.

Walking alone on the outskirts of the empty city, An Qisheng had a different taste in his heart.

His body was loose and slabby, his pace was not slow or hurried, and ordinary people didn't look special.

But if there is a person who is proficient in boxing, it can be seen that he deliberately walks in the most strenuous way of exerting force.

In a lump together, it contains the kung fu of Baji Boxing and stomping feet.

"It's a pity that I still can't be as casual and calm as Old Grandmaster Wang."

In the snow, An Qisheng was still pondering his shortcomings.

Learning kung fu requires the guidance of a famous teacher, otherwise not only will there be no progress, but it will also hurt your muscles and bones.

But he already has a disciple of boxing, and there is a great master of boxing who shows him the mystery of boxing without reservation, and he naturally knows where he is lacking and where he needs to improve.

It's like when you solve a problem, you can put the complete solution steps and solution ideas in front of you, even if you don't know how to solve it.

However, Anqisheng does not want to imitate, but to understand what belongs to him more deeply.

Backbite~~~

A sharp car horn sounded on the empty road, and a silver-gray off-road car came speeding forward, and suddenly stopped sharply in a moment parallel to An Qisheng.

The wheels with snow chains rubbed against the ground under the snow and stopped more than 30 meters in front of Anqisheng.

An Qisheng shook his head in his heart, fortunately there were no cars on this road, otherwise this would be the beginning of a series of car accidents.

Click!

An Qisheng kept under his feet, swept slightly, and saw a tall woman walking out of the open car door.

The woman wore big sunglasses, covering half of her pretty face, wearing a black cardigan sweater under a gray coat and a pair of black boots.

What a tall woman.

An Qisheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Although he is not as tall as his own Lao Tzu of 1.9 meters, he is close to 1.8 meters, but this woman with short boots does not need him to be much lower.

If you're wearing high heels, you'll have to.

"Are you Anqisheng? Bajiquan practice is not bad, and there is an intention in a volt together, which is a dark kung fu. ”

The tall woman clasped her hands in front of her chest and spoke cleanly:

"My name is Wang Zhixuan, and I came this time to make a deal with you."

An Qisheng stopped, and could feel his eyes under the wide sunglasses looking at him:

"You are also from the Wang family?"

Wang Zhixuan didn't answer, opened the trunk of the off-road vehicle with slender steps, and took out a tall man covered in blood from it with one hand.

The man's feet hung in the air like noodles, covered in blood, and one eye on his rough face was a bloody black hole.

"Zhao Huangtian?"

An Qisheng frowned slightly, and guessed the identity of this person from the man's somewhat familiar facial features.

"Zhao Huangtian, four years old Chinese New Year's Eve today, a second-level member of the Begging Dao Association, turned into a cultivator. He was abducted by human traffickers when he was a child, and later joined the begging society, and once killed 43 thugs with guns in a fight with the local gangs on which the sun never sets. ”

Wang Zhixuan was holding Zhao Huangtian, who weighed more than 100 pounds in one hand, with a calm face and cold words:

"I started from the magic capital, chased him all the way for more than 1,000 kilometers, fought five times in 26 days, the first time I made a move, the second time I broke his left index finger, the third time I broke three of his ribs, the fourth time I wasted his eyes and one hand, and the fifth time I broke his spine dragon!"

Poof!

As soon as the woman let go, Zhao Huangtian's muddy body smashed in front of An Qisheng, and the blood was dripping red in the snow.

"What a ruthless woman."

An Qisheng's eyelids jumped.

This Zhao Huang Tiantang turned into a dead dog by this woman.

At this time, he also knew why Wang Anfeng and Li Yan hadn't contacted him for a month, and there was really nothing to worry about with such a fierce woman.

"I'll spare his life in exchange for your Bajiquan."

The woman stepped forward, and the heel of her shoe was nailed to Zhao Huangtian's palm, domineering:

"Zhao Huangtian, with the control of your body, you will shed so much blood? Open your eyes when you wake up, or you won't want another trick! ”

"Ha, haha! Ha ha! ”

In a low and suppressed moan of pain, Zhao Huangtian opened his one-eyed full of resentment and looked at the condescending Wang Zhixuan:

"A trick, if you want it, I'll give it to you! Wang Zhixuan, you defeated me this time, not because your kung fu is better than me, but because I was injured in the palace first! ”

"Gong Er!"

Wang Zhixuan snorted coldly, kicked Zhao Huangtian to death with a little foot:

"The barking of the defeated dog!"

"This is indeed Zhao Huangtian."

An Qisheng, who listened to the conversation between the two, nodded and confirmed Zhao Huangtian's identity:

"But Bajiquan, I can't give it to you."