The ointment from the Martial Arts General Museum is quite effective for bone-breaking. After one month of injury, An Qisheng's injury has almost healed. As long as he does not practice boxing too much, he can already contact some repair training.

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

Since receiving the call from Li Yan that day, he has not called again. The person he said he is protecting did not see it, and the one named Zhao Huangtian did not come to him either.

Everything seemed calm.

An Qisheng cooks medicinal meals every day, realizes the truth in his dreams, practices boxing and guns, and his life is monotonous and fulfilling.

This calmed his heart. All the depression and distracting thoughts in the past were purified by the sweating punches and kicks.

It was not until this time that he deeply felt the power of his ability.

Understanding Master Wang Honglin's boxing skills made him more and more aware of Bajiquan and other boxing techniques. The control of the strength of the pill allowed the medicinal food to be fully utilized in his body.

And the twenty-four hours of dreaming about him every day allow him to use it as someone else for two or even three days a day.

He had never seen a military training camp, but he was sure that he would not be slower than he had in a military training camp.

Unfortunately, no one knows all this.

Only the data panel from his perspective records his progress bit by bit.

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

On that day, An Qisheng was cooking medicine when he suddenly received a call from An’s mother:

"Qiqi, it's the New Year tomorrow. You won't come back to see your mother?"

"The New Year will be tomorrow?"

Only then did An Qisheng realize that it was the New Year.

After getting my mother's phone call, An Qisheng was still calm and took medicinal food, shot a set of Bajiquan stances, and held a big gun for an hour.

After that, I washed up and walked out of the villa.

One day before the New Year, God was not idle either. A heavy snow put on silver clothes on Xingcheng, and the pine and berry outside the villa was even more pale.

Because the heavy snow was still falling, An Qisheng did not drive and just walked around like this.

Perhaps it is the end of the year, or perhaps it is because it is still snowing in the suburbs, there are almost no pedestrians or vehicles along the way, and only traffic lights are still sticking to their posts.

An Qisheng walked three or four miles away but saw no one.

Walking alone in the outskirts of an empty city, An Qisheng felt a different feeling in his heart.

His body was loose and his pace was neither slow nor fast, and ordinary people didn't seem to have anything special.

But if there is someone who is proficient in boxing, you can see that he is walking deliberately in the most exhausting way of exerting force together.

In a while, the effort of stomping the feet and exerting strength is included in the Bajiquan.

"It's a pity that I can't be as casual as Master Wang."

Stepping through the snow, An Qisheng was still thinking about his shortcomings.

Learning kung fu requires guidance from famous teachers, otherwise it will not only not make any progress, but will also cause damage to the muscles and bones.

But he already had a boxing disciple, and a master of boxing showed him the mystery of boxing without reservation. He naturally knew what he was lacking and where he needed improvement.

It’s like when solving a problem, put all the complete problem-solving steps and problem-solving ideas in front of you, and you can copy them even if you don’t know much.

However, An Qisheng did not want to imitate, but wanted to understand his own things more deeply.

Beep~~~

A sharp car horn sounded on the open road, and a silver-gray off-road car rushed towards the sky. At the moment when it was parallel to Anqisheng, it suddenly stopped urgently.

The wheels equipped with anti-slip chains rubbed against the ground under the snow and stopped more than 30 meters in front of An Qisheng.

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

Click!

An Qisheng kept sweeping his feet and saw a tall woman walking out from the open car door.

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

What a tall woman.

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

Although he is not as tall as 1.9 meters tall and is nearly 1.8 meters tall, this woman wearing short boots does not have to be much lower.

If you wear high heels, that's OK.

"Are you An Qisheng? You are practicing Bajiquan well. You have the intention in the same way. This is the skill of dark energy."

A tall woman with her hands wrapped around her chest and her words are neat:

"My name is Wang Zhixuan. This time I am here to make a deal with you."

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

"Are you a member of the Wang family?"

Wang Zhixuan did not answer, took a slender step and opened the trunk of the off-road vehicle, and raised a tall man covered in blood from it with one hand.

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

"Zhao Huangtian?"

An Qisheng frowned slightly, and guessed the identity of the man from his familiar facial features.

"Zhao Huangtian, 34 years old this year, is a second-level member of the Beggar Association, and has a cultivation level. He was abducted by human traffickers when he was young and later joined the Beggar Association. He once killed forty-three thugs with guns in the fight with local gangs on the Ribuk. He is fierce and cruel."

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

"I started from the Demon City and chased him for more than a thousand kilometers. I fought five times in 26 days. The first time I used one move, the second time I cut his index finger on his left hand, the third time I broke his three ribs, the fourth time I used to destroy his one-eye and one hand, and the fifth time I broke his big dragon on his spine!"

Plop!

As soon as the woman let go, Zhao Huangtian's muddy body hit An Qisheng, and the blood dripped red from the snow.

"What a cruel woman."

An Qisheng's eyelids twitched.

Zhao Huang became a god-like person and was beaten into a dead dog by this woman.

At this time, he also knew why Wang Anfeng and Li Yan had not contacted him in the past month. There was no need to worry about such a fierce woman who took action.

"I will leave his life to exchange for your Bajiquan."

The woman stepped forward with her heel nailed to Zhao Huangtian's palm, with a mighty aura:

"Zhao Huangtian, with the control of the body through the transformation of energy, you will shed so much blood? Open your eyes when you wake up, otherwise don't want your other trick!"

"Hahaha! Haha!"

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

"If you want one trick, I will give it to you! Wang Zhixuan, you beat me this time. It's not that you are better at kung fu than me, but that I was hurt by Gong Er's hand first!"

"Ming Er!"

Wang Zhixuan snorted coldly, kicked Zhao Huangtian to death:

"Bar the defeated dog!"

"This is indeed Zhao Huangtian."

After listening to the conversation between the two, An Qisheng nodded and confirmed Zhao Huangtian's identity:
Chapter completed!