Kung Fu martial arts originated very early, and the original prototype was summarized by the ancestors of the human race in the hunting and killing of wild beasts.

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

It wasn't until three hundred years ago that Gu Changfeng and other great masters established the Central Martial Arts Gym to sum up a complete boxing system.

In the past 300 years, science and technology have changed with each passing day, and kung fu and martial arts have also achieved great development.

But even with the development of artificial intelligence now, all the boxing and martial arts routines for thousands of years can be summarized in a second, and there are always places that cannot be touched.

This is the heart, the spirit, the soul, and the god of the fist.

Under the heavy snow, An Qisheng stood quietly.

Wang Zhixuan's hypnosis is indeed extraordinary, and in that instant, it evokes many memories of his past and present lives.

He has been a human being in two lives, he has eaten in the field, he has been oppressed, he has fought, he has killed people, he has wandered between life and death, he has also experienced real death, and he has also experienced the joy of new life.......

Many thoughts crossed my mind one by one.

Over and over again, the emotions are constantly brewing, gradually, more and more abundant.

Suddenly, the picture in his mind froze.

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

Wailing, despair, cries and cries are endless.

Earthquake!

Large earthquake!

It was a terrible natural disaster beyond the reach of all human beings!

Bang!

Suddenly, An Qisheng's heart seemed to have a thunderbolt exploding.

In front of his eyes, there seemed to be a reproduction of that scene, the high-rise buildings collapsed like stacked building blocks, and pieces of concrete weighing thousands of pounds fell from the sky, pouring down like a torrential rain.

The crowd roared hysterically......

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

Call!

In the midst of the howling cold wind, An Qisheng, who had been standing still for a long time, suddenly moved.

He stomped under his feet, and all the snow on his body was shaken off, and when he stepped out, the snow on both sides of his body was thrown high.

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

At the same time, the emotions in his heart that were strong to the limit exploded at this moment!

Survive to the death!

Even if there is a natural disaster, we will never give up!

Bang!

A punch was thrown, and it made a sonic boom, overflowing with energy, like a strong wind, blowing up scattered snowflakes.

Anqisheng stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

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

"Muscle strain......"

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

With his physical strength at this time, he shot with all his strength without panting, shook the big gun for an hour without getting tired, and ran ten kilometers without sweat.

This punch was almost out of force, which shows that this punch cannot be used in actual combat at all.

An Qisheng stood up slowly, although he was tired to the limit, he did not go to rest immediately, but slowly played a set of Xingyi boxing racks, and stood for half an hour in the three-body pose.

Only then did he enter the house, boil a medicinal meal, and sit cross-legged to rest in a meditative state while visualizing the 'stickman' in his mind.

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

"The way should be right, but it's not advisable to throw a punch out of force, and there won't be such a long brewing in the fight.

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

It can take months, years, of uninterrupted practice to become proficient. ”

Traditional martial artists are enlightened, and they are not enlightened forever.

If you want to be proficient in serendipity, you need a lot of practice.

Fortunately, I don't seem to need it.

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

The dream was the self that punched a few hours ago.

To remember the state of the moment of enlightenment, others need to practice it thousands of times.

Mr. Ankison said that he only needed to sleep.

........

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 a lot, and he had to follow her out.

There was no airport in Xingcheng, so he drove to Handcheng Airport, got on the plane to the magic capital, and a few hours later, met Wang Zhixuan outside the airport.

Modu Airport also has a large flow of people.

An Qisheng saw Wang Zhixuan at a glance.

The woman was still wearing sunglasses, leaning on her off-road vehicle, with a strong aura and still standing out in the crowd.

"You are the genius An Qisheng that Xuanxuan said? It looks just average. ”

An Qisheng sat in the back seat, and the woman sitting in the co-pilot was talking.

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

"You are?"

An Qisheng glanced at her, the woman's fingers were slender, and her long nails exuded a bright white glow.

It seems to be very good at hand.

"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, An Qisheng is me, but genius can't be talked about."

An Qisheng didn't care why Li Yan's eldest sister was surnamed Jiang, and said hello without being salty:

"As for the looks, my parents gave me."

An Qisheng's appearance is not handsome, he was seriously ill and looks delicate a few years ago, and after re-practicing martial arts, his face has become a little angular.

It's not ugly, but it's not as beautiful as the popular little fresh meat.

"Huh."

Jiang Shili chuckled lightly and ignored An Qisheng anymore.

She was just a little curious, so that Mu Longcheng could test what it was like for the Peerless Dao people to praise the person with good talent.

"You seem to have grown a little bit again."

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 okay before, but in a few months, it seems that he has received the guidance of a great master like the Peerless Daoist, and it is reasonable to make faster progress.

This time the two met only five and a half days apart, and it seems that there has been progress again?

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

Or did you suddenly open up after the dark energy?

Either way, it seems a bit wrong.

"Thank you Dr. Wang for your advice."

Anqisheng replied.

His kung fu has never been integrated, and his progress is almost no secret to these big boxers, but he is also very helpless.

"There are not 1,000 but 800 people I have hypnotically guided, and there is no one who has made progress like you."

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

Ankisheng stopped talking.

Say that you have grasped the god of boxing in just five days?

There's no way to explain that.

Jiang Shili chuckled, and his beautiful eyes flowed, falling on An Qisheng:

"It seems that Little Brother An still has a secret."

"Who doesn't have a secret?"

An Qisheng replied lightly and changed the topic:

"Dr. Wang, with my strength, there shouldn't be a place in the Demon Capital that can help you, right?"

It's not presumptuous.

Anqi was self-aware.

Wang Zhixuan is a native of the magic capital, he has been in the army for several generations, and he is a great boxer, in this place of the magic capital, there seems to be no place where he can be used.

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

Wang Zhixuan raised his hand and threw his mobile phone to An Qisheng:

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