In the Xingcheng Martial Arts Museum, An Qisheng walked through the booths, looking at the deeds of many big boxers, as well as some personal belongings and manuscripts left behind before his death.

With his current kung fu, the experience of the Dark Strength Boxer is not of much use to him, and his eyes are only on the booth of the Transforming Strength Boxer.

He was born and raised in Xingcheng, and he has been to the martial arts gym for this, and he is very familiar with the great boxers in Xingcheng for hundreds of years.

Xingcheng Martial Arts Hall was built in 9506 of the Kaiyuan Dynasty, and has been more than 300 years so far, and there are 123 big boxers who can be ranked among them.

A small half are martyrs who fought for the country before the founding of the country, and more than half are well-known boxers in the past 300 years.

Among them, there are only eleven Huajin Daquan masters who have left their belongings and essay manuscripts.

The rest either died in the war, or there are still descendants who do not want the manuscripts of their predecessors to be passed on.

"Of the eleven Great Boxers' belongings, only three have spiritual imprints remaining......"

An Qisheng's eyes were slightly rippling.

He already knew that his ability was not really omnipotent, and if he wanted to touch the past of those big boxers, he didn't need their belongings.

It's the deep imprint they leave on those objects.

Falling into a dream is also a divine relationship.

There were no spiritual imprints left, and he couldn't see the 'past' of those big boxers.

In front of a booth, he stopped and looked up, and the sign recorded the deeds of the great boxer.

"Song Hongfeng ......"

An Qisheng stopped in front of the booth, looked at the manuscript in the glass case, and nodded slightly.

The eyes are half-closed, and the spirit is condensed.

After many attempts, An Qisheng knew that his current extreme observation distance was a spherical shape of fifteen meters around his body, beyond which neither living people nor dead objects could capture his spiritual imprint.

And within this distance, how long it takes to capture its scattered spirit is also judged by the strength of the person and the integrity of the spiritual imprint on the item.

Airplanes~

In the perspective, there seemed to be a ray of light rising, slowly gathering in front of his eyes like silk.

Under the condensation of his mind, he could perceive that there seemed to be a strong spiritual will contained in that thread.

Airplanes~

It seemed like just a moment, and a new spiritual panel unfolded in front of him:

[Song Hongfeng, male, Kaiyuan 9680-9763...... master of the inner family boxing, learned many boxing techniques from the number of teachers, especially good at tiger boxing, eagle claw hand, dragon yin iron cloth shirt.......]

"Tiger Fist, Eagle Claw, Iron Cloth Shirt ......"

An Qisheng's heart moved, and he opened his eyes.

Leaning away, he dodged the hand that slapped him on the shoulder.

"Big brother, I'm sorry, can we borrow this place to take a photo?"

It was a teenager who spoke, with a smile on his face.

"Okay."

Ankisheng got out of the way, he hadn't intended to sleep in this place.

Walking through this booth, An Qisheng collected all the spiritual imprints of these three great boxers.

Just after collecting the spiritual imprint of the last great boxer, An Qisheng felt a little swollen in his mind.

It seems that it can't be stuffed anymore.

"Sure enough, there is a limit, with my current mental strength, it is not enough to support too many spiritual imprints."

An Qisheng rubbed his temples, but he was not too surprised.

Over the past year or so, it seems not surprising that the spiritual imprints he has collected have already exceeded 100 and cannot be supported.

"It seems that some spiritual imprints must be dispersed before it can continue."

An Qisheng turned around and walked out of the martial arts hall, did not take a taxi, and walked slowly towards home.

It's not a problem for him.

He has been dreaming day by day for a year, and he has learned many things almost completely.

After a few days of precipitation, the panels of experts, scholars, and doctors who occupied half of the amount were dispersed, which was enough for him to collect the spiritual imprints of dozens of great boxers.

......

For the next few days, Anqisheng stayed at home with his parents.

However, since he said that he was cured, his parents also started to work, and An Jianzhong also reopened the martial arts hall, and he was not at home most of the time.

These days, he no longer practices boxing hard, but just fights a few sets of boxing techniques every day in addition to the medicinal diet, and keeps himself from regressing.

Most of the time, he spends his time learning all kinds of knowledge.

After nightfall, he dreamed of himself, and spent the extra twenty-four hours studying all kinds of books he had read in the Xuanda Library.

After having confusion, I fell into the dream of those scholars and experts.

Since he was a child, because his mental strength is far beyond ordinary people, he has always studied very well, so he was able to be busy making money and practicing martial arts, and he was admitted to Xuanjing University casually.

After the ability is awakened, his memory, understanding, and thinking ability are getting better and better.

After fully entering a deep sleep, his energy, spirit, and physical fitness have been maintained at their peak, and even slowly improved.

With the addition of various aspects, his learning can be said to have improved by leaps and bounds, and compared to the slowness of learning boxing, it is completely incomparable.

A week later, he had removed the imprints of four psychiatric experts, and two weeks later, the imprints of six hypnotic masters, three physicists, and one artificial intelligence expert had been removed by him.

The days of meditation and study always pass quickly, in a blink of an eye, more than a month has passed.

A day of cold wind and heavy snow, the new year has come again in the sound of firecrackers.

And on this day, he finally dispersed all the panels of experts, scholars, and doctors.

A lot of the knowledge they had learned throughout their lives had settled in his heart and became his own.

In the bedroom, An Qisheng made an immortal sleep and fell asleep deeply.

In his sleep, An Qisheng sat in the library of Xuanda and looked through books.

Physical Chemistry, Mathematical Metaphors, Boxing Analysis, Psychology, Classics of Metaphysician, Modern Medicine, Anatomy, Aerodynamics, Thick Black Studies.......

Books of all kinds piled up all around him.

"Whew!"

With the sparse sound of the parents next door dressing, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes.

And in his mind, the increasingly plump stickman is slowly raising his arms and kicking his legs.

It was slow, slower than the old lady in the park doing gym boxing, but it was really moving.

If anyone in the martial arts world sees this scene, they will find that this stickman is a dragon and tiger grappling!

It's all him when you close your eyes and open your eyes.

This is, the culmination of visualization.

"After finally crossing the threshold of wanting to be single-minded, the idea of contemplating is initially completed, and then you only need to visualize the other parts of the 36 objects, and slowly fill in the 'stickman', and this idea of contemplating 36 objects will be completely completed."

An Qisheng opened the curtains and looked at the steel city with bright lights under the night, and a faint sense of satisfaction rose in his heart.

Any leaps and bounds come from every little bit of the day.

He felt in his heart that his breakthrough was already close at hand.