Due to Miss Sophie's generosity and selfless contribution last time, Zhang Ang now has a lot of martial arts cheats in his hands. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info moves, internal skills, light skills, and even some auxiliary exercises, all of which are readily available for anyone to choose.

However, excluding some martial arts that have low star ratings, slow cultivation, single effect, strong side effects, and require special conditions to cooperate to practice, the choice of space has become very narrow.

In Zhang Ang's vision, Adolf will be the leader of the German Workers' Party in the future, the strongest of the entire party on the surface, and the leader who controls the entire party. Then some martial arts that are a little petty and not domineering enough are also excluded.

In addition, after this postman's incident, Zhang Ang discovered one of Adolf's biggest shortcomings, that is, when facing power, he would appear weak, think before and after, and hesitate. Moreover, his ambition is not far-reaching enough, and he is satisfied with being promoted to a great samurai, and he is not enterprising, that is to say, he lacks sufficient ambition. And if a party wants to develop and grow, it is absolutely inseparable from a leader with a tough personality and full of ambition!

Fortunately, Zhang Ang's ring happens to have a martial art, which is the most suitable for his situation.

That is the nine-star peerless boxing method: "Beidou Liuquan"!

"Beidou Liuquan": The only shining supreme fist method among all the boxing techniques, the legendary ultimate fist method that is enough to devour the gods, will transform all the ambitions and hatreds of the cultivator into a special true qi "Demon Dou Qi"! This fist method focuses on the cultivation of the special true qi "Demon Dou Qi", the amount of true qi far exceeds other fist techniques, and there are many moves, and it is good at attacking the 1109 meridians and broken points of the human body.

To put it simply, that is to say, the greater the cultivator's ambition and the stronger the hatred, the stronger the internal force he cultivates, and this special internal force will further breed the cultivator's ambition and magnify the cultivator's hatred! It is a thorough magic skill! But for the current Adolf, it is the most suitable martial art for him.

And the power of this fist is also extremely powerful! In the entire world of the Big Dipper God Fist, it belongs to the final boss Gao. Even the protagonist Kenjiro's practice of the legendary Hokuto God Fist mystery "Unphased Reincarnation" is far from his opponent, and he can't even break it through his defense. In the end, with the help of the statue of the goddess, he fused "Beidou God Fist" and "Beidou Zongjia Fist" to achieve the strongest Beidou God Fist, and finally defeated him.

A martial art like this that belongs to the final boss is really suitable for Adolf and his future party leader.

But now Adolf obviously didn't know this, and he didn't understand Zhang Ang's hard work, so he just looked at him with a resentful face.

After looking at it for a while, he spoke: "Forget it, forget it, you just made me a fool, I didn't say those words, and I didn't borrow money from you." Just as if none of this had happened. ”

After that, he seemed a little distracted, and prepared to go back to his room.

Of course, Zhang Ang wouldn't let him go, so he went up and stopped in front of him in two steps: "I'm not talking big, I'm not a pervert or a madman, please believe me once!"

"Do you believe what? Do you believe that you have a peerless fist?" Adolf smiled wryly, not wanting to talk more.

At that time, there was, Zhang Ang roared in his heart, but his mouth was encouraging: "What are you joining the German Workers' Party for? What are you going to endure hunger and cold, and what are you going to be oppressed and exploited for? Even if you face ridicule and abuse again and again, you have to go to the tavern to give speeches, and what is it for? It is not for this country! It is not for the sake of the future of this country! In order to get the remuneration you deserve and get fair treatment! In the future, let your future children live in a fair and just country!"

"But do you know that with you, with your small organization of less than 100 people, what year and month can you do it? How many years will it take to work hard to achieve your ideals? But if you have strength, if you have strong strength, everything will get twice the result with half the effort! Even if there is one more grandmaster, the organization will be much stronger. What about a great grandmaster? Does the gendarmerie still dare to come? What about a venerable one? Will it still be a small organization like the one it is now? What if, if there is a Martial Saint level?" Zhang Ang deliberately paused for a moment: "Think about it, what if that Martial Saint level is you?"

Adolf stopped, but he didn't look excited, but his face was calm, and he said slowly: "I also thought about it, when I was drawing postcards, when I was on my way home from the tavern, when I had just attended a meeting organized by the organization, when I was lying in bed in the dead of night thinking about the future. I thought that I was like those big people, soaring into the sky, everyone cheered, and all the people supported me...... I thought that the country would flourish and change with each passing day under my auspices...... I thought about leading the army of the empire to fight in all directions, vertical and horizontal, and devastating...... I've thought about those good things......"

Then, his expression became hideous, as if he was roaring and accusing: "But the reality is not like this, the reality is much more cruel." When I wake up from a sweet dream, I still have to draw those damn postcards! I still have to go to the tavern and be laughed at by the trash! I still have to be submissive in front of the minister! I still have to lie in bed, wrapped in a quilt, and enduring hunger and cold while encouraging myself! And now, I still have to be lectured by a madman like you!"

Then, his voice became softer, and he walked straight to the bedroom: "Forget it, I'm tired today, so I won't give a speech, you can go as much as you like, I'll go to sleep." ”

"Alas. Zhang Ang sighed, his voice imperceptible: "Give me one night, I'll make your dream come true!"

Zhang Ang watched Adolf enter the bedroom and close the door, and he also walked to the small bed and lay down.

After a while, the black curtain sank, and Zhang Ang entered the Xuanwu Hall again.

This time, he didn't start cultivating but recovering his strength, but rummaged through the ring, took out the fist book, and translated it.

The boxing book is a bit thick, the content is relatively obscure, and it is not easy to translate, but Zhang Ang's translation is very serious and careful, word by word, all of which are considered and considered, and the content is elegant, and strives to be original and without mistakes or omissions.

It took more than three months, several more inspections and revisions, before finally completing this work and starting daily cultivation.

Zhang Ang now also understands that reality is always cruel, and those who can honor will always only have his own strength! And this boundless pain is just a tempering of himself, and only after passing this hurdle can he truly have the heart of a martial artist to seek the Tao.

There is no sun and moon in the temple, and the stars are moving.

The clothes were wet and dry, dry and wet, the pain became numb, the pain became a habit, and finally, this time the cultivation time was almost up, Zhang Ang stood up again and touched the Xuanwu Monument.

It was another sunny morning, and Adolf opened the door.

A face that he wanted to see but didn't see appeared in front of him: "Learn boxing from me." ”

(To be continued.) )