The forum suddenly became lively, and as soon as the post was posted, it was quickly pushed up, and the speed of the reply was overwhelming.

"Who will take on this task?"

An Qisheng was also a little curious.

Assignment pick-up on the Enforcer forum is completely anonymous, and no one will know who took the assignment unless they blow it out themselves.

He kept scrolling, and there were all kinds of speculations in the post, some guessed that it was a god-level grand master, and some guessed that it was a military master.

"It doesn't seem to be conclusive."

An Qisheng shook his head and quit the post, flipping through the tasks one by one.

The task of this forum is not only to hunt down the wanted, but also to look at the records of previous missions, and even to rescue and relieve disasters, protect key personnel, sweep away gangsters and eliminate evil.

Of course, there are also individual tasks to find a sparring partner.

As long as you have points, it is not impossible to find a person to practice your strength.

On this forum, points are more useful than money.

Unfortunately, the task was not easy to complete, and An Qisheng just wrote down the information on it, and then browsed some uploaded videos on the forum.

These videos are all folk boxing techniques, which do not contain true legends, but there are also some hidden tricks, charged, but not points, but big coins.

Any boxing technique has its own unique place, and An Qisheng immersed himself in it and gained a lot.

Didi~

At this time, in the personal center of the forum, a message sounded.

An Qisheng clicked on, and it was a message that the points had arrived.

"Huh?"

An Qisheng glanced at the remarks, and it was Wang Zhixuan who issued him a separate task:

"Teach Wang Anfeng the essence of Bajiquan, the task time is three months (300 points, the remuneration has been paid)"

"This woman ....."

An Qisheng shook his head, this woman was urging him to go to the magic capital.

There is no way to return the points, and An Qisheng is not hypocritical, he directly accepted the points and bought a few bottles of Neizhuang wine.

"It's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner!"

Time flickered into the middle of the night, and in the living room, An's mother shouted.

"Got it."

Anderson closed the computer.

In the living room, the New Year's Eve party was on the TV, An's mother was busy with all kinds of delicious food, and An's father took out a collection of good wine.

Compared with the gloomy clouds after Anqi's illness last year, this year's atmosphere is much better.

"Come, let's have two drinks."

An Jianzhong beckoned and poured An Qisheng a glass of wine.

"My son is not well, you dare to let him drink?"

Mother Ann glared.

"It's okay mom to drink two glasses."

An Qisheng smiled, sat down, and drank with An's father.

In the past year of illness, the pressure on An's father is no less than that of An's mother.

I couldn't help but drink a little too much this time.

An Qisheng had only drunk two or three glasses, and he was already drunk, lying on the sofa and falling asleep.

"You know how to drink!"

An's mother pinched her husband hatefully, and called An Qisheng to help him to the bedroom together.

An Jianzhong is 1.9 meters tall and weighs 200 pounds, and it is impossible for her to help him in alone.

After watching the New Year's Eve party with his mother, Anqisheng returned to the bedroom.

Undressed and went to bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep, feeling Wang Honglin's state of hugging Dan.

Perception is not achieved overnight, and he can't directly grasp the essence of Bao Dan in one step, but the daily perception can always let him get more things.

Feeling the fist technique of the Baodan Grandmaster, it is more for him, and some things that he didn't understand when he practiced before have gradually understood and comprehended them.

At about three o'clock in the morning the next day, An's father and mother in the next room had already begun to dress and wash.

New Year's greetings on the first day of the Lunar New Year are Xingcheng's habits.

After his parents went out, Anqisheng also got up, and during this time, he had developed a routine.

After washing, I walked out of the yard and began my morning exercise under the light of the snow.

There is a saying in the martial arts world that one day of practice and one day of practice and one day of non-practice of 100 days is a bit exaggerated, but it also shows that the key to martial arts practice is diligent practice.

Call!

Call!

The fist wind whistled.

In the bright snow light, on the bluestone slab, his feet did not leave the ground, like wading in muddy water, his body was loose, his mind was soothing, and he slowly practiced the eight great small frames.

The eight poles are the essence of the eight poles. The big frame is the son, and the small frame is the mother.

Divide, that is, single practice, and combined, that is, doubles. The form is two, but in fact it is one, and the combination is called the eight poles.

If someone who knows martial arts is watching, you can see that An Qisheng's body, fist path, and walk are all one orthography.

Its body is the center, its fist is the center, the stepping center, and the recruitment center!

Take me as the center, open the eight extremes!

Syllable!

After a few fist walks, An Qisheng suddenly stomped his feet, reflexively elbowed, and the force was one, and the punch was like a gun, stirring the air, and making a firecracker-like explosion!

"Whew!"

A punch was thrown, An Qisheng's body was sweating heavily, and he slowly exhaled and closed his fist, and the indescribable heartiness filled his whole body.

Mingjin, he already had it, but after getting sick, he couldn't make this sound again.

Now that he is playing, it means that his body has recovered to a year ago.

"After raising it for nearly two months, I finally made up for a year's shortfall."

Anqi stood in the snow, and his heart rippled.

The illness came like a mountain, the illness went like a thread, he was weak this year, almost his bones were empty, and he made up for it in two months, which was already the medicinal work of the training camp.

He raised his head slightly, just as the morning dawn was breaking and the sky was getting brighter.

At the beginning of a new year, a new life is about to begin.

.......

On the outskirts of Xingcheng, in the villa where An Qisheng is located.

Bang Bang Bang ~

A tall man rubbed the medicinal wine, and his thick palms slapped on An Qisheng's shoulders and backs one after another.

The man was athletic and had good kung fu in his hands, and An Qisheng could feel the hot air flowing between his shoulders and back when he was lying on the bed.

"Brother Liu's craftsmanship is really a must."

After a moment, Anqisheng put on his clothes and sighed in admiration.

"I just relied on this hand to eat."

Liu Xian sat on the sofa, and there was a smug look on his face when he heard the words: "Bone grafting, bone correction, massage and acupuncture, I, Liu Xian, can also be counted in Daxuan." ”

"It's not cheap, a hundred points."

Anderson pretended to sigh.

Liu Xian is a massage master invited from Xuanjing at the price of 100 points for two months after he began to practice the iron cloth shirt.

"It's already very cost-effective to get started with 100 points for an iron cloth shirt, although my medicinal wine is expensive, it's worth it."

Liu Xian smiled, and was a little surprised in his heart.

It is not so simple to get started with hard skills such as iron cloth shirts, and ordinary people are assisted by medicine and wine, and it will take more than half a year.

And this Anqisheng's iron cloth shirt seems to be more than just a beginner.

"That's the same, but unfortunately, the points are too rare."

Anderson sighed.

The 300 points given by Wang Zhixuan were spent cleanly in more than two months.

"I can't help but spend my points! It would be nice if money could be exchanged for points. ”

This sentence touched Liu Xian, he was worth hundreds of millions, if it wasn't for points, how could he go to Xingcheng to massage An Qisheng for two months?

"It's not too early, I have to rush back to Xuanjing, so I'll leave."

sighed, Liu Xian got up and said goodbye:

"Next time I come to Xuanjing, my brother will be the east, and I will treat you well."

"Brother Liu is too polite."

An Qisheng got up to see him off, and watched Liu Xian drive away before turning around.

Doodle~

Before he could get to the living room, An Qisheng's mobile phone rang.

"Senior Brother An, where is your home? I'm in Xingcheng! ”

As soon as he pressed the connect button, Wang Anfeng's voice roared urgently on the other end of the phone.