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

Over the past thousands of years, many techniques of fighting with others and killing the battlefield have been added.

It was not until three hundred years ago that Gu Changfeng and other great masters founded the Central Martial Arts Museum that a complete boxing system was summarized.

Over the past three hundred years, technology has changed with each passing day, and martial arts and other martial arts have also made great progress.

But even if artificial intelligence is developed now, all boxing and martial arts routines over thousands of years can be summarized in just one second, there are always things that cannot be touched.

This is the soul, the spirit, the soul, and the god in the fist.

As the heavy snow fell, An Qisheng stood quietly.

Wang Zhixuan's hypnosis was indeed extraordinary. In that moment, it evoked many memories of his past and present life.

He was a human being in two lives, had been digging food in the ground, was bullied, fought, killed people, wandered between life and death, experienced real death, and had the joy of rebirth...

Many thoughts pass by in my heart.

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

Suddenly, the picture in his heart was frozen.

The earth cracked, tall buildings collapsed, countless crowds were like ants, and vehicles collided in succession on the avenue.

Wailing, despair, and crying endlessly.

earthquake!

A big earthquake!

That is a terrifying natural disaster that is beyond the reach of human power!

Boom!

In an instant, there seemed to be a thunder exploding in An Qisheng's heart.

That scene seemed to be reproduced in front of him. The tall buildings collapsed like piles of building blocks, and pieces of concrete weighing thousands of pounds fell from the sky, pouring down like heavy rain.

The crowd around us let out a hysterical roar...

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

call!

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

He stomped his feet suddenly, and all the snow on his body shook. He stepped out in one step and all the snow on both sides of his body were thrown high.

With his steps, he stretched his arms, clenched his five fingers, and punched him.

At the same time, his emotions that were so strong that he burst out at this moment!

Survive to death!

Even if you encounter natural disasters, you will never give up!

Bang!

He punched it out, making a sound explosion like a sound boom, and the energy overflowed, like a strong wind, blowing snowflakes.

An Qisheng staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Just one punch, it almost lost its strength, and at the same time, the severe pain like a broken arm came from.

"Muscle strained..."

An Qisheng's chest was rising and falling, and he repeated this several times before he let out a long breath of white breath.

With his physical strength at this time, he tried his best to use a hundred punches without breathing, shaking his big gun for an hour without getting tired, and running for ten kilometers without seeing any sweat.

When this punch was hit, it was almost exhausted, which showed that this punch could not be used in actual combat at all.

An Qisheng slowly stood up. Although he was extremely tired, he did not go to rest immediately. Instead, he slowly practiced the Xingyiquan posture and stood for half an hour in the three-body posture.

I walked into the house and cooked medicinal meals. I sat cross-legged and rested in a meditational manner, while visualizing the "stickman" in my mind.

After three hours of sleep and awake, An Qisheng recovered his strength and slowly opened his eyes:

"The way should be right, but one punch is not advisable, and there will be no such long brewing in the battle.

Moreover, the state of this punch can't be remembered at all. If it were an ordinary person, he would have hit this punch by chance and he would not know when the next punch would be.

It may take months and years of uninterrupted practice to become proficient."

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

If you want to be proficient in chances and coincidences, you need a lot of exercises.

Fortunately, I don't seem to need it.

An Qisheng thought and his panel appeared from his perspective, and he fell in his dream again in a second.

The one who fell in love with the dream was himself who punched that punch a few hours ago.

Remember the state of enlightenment at the moment, others need millions of practice.

An Qisheng said that he only needs to sleep.

...........

On the fifth day of initial contact with the God of Fist, An Qisheng received a call from Wang Zhixuan and ended this retreat.

Although Wang Zhixuan's hypnosis was abrupt, it was undeniable that it was very beneficial to him, so he had to follow her out.

There was no airport in Xingcheng, so he drove to Handancheng Airport and boarded a plane to the Magic City. A few hours later, he met Wang Zhixuan outside the airport.

The traffic flow of people at the Magic City Airport is also very large.

But An Qisheng saw Wang Zhixuan at first sight.

The woman is still wearing sunglasses and leaning on her off-road vehicle. She has a strong aura and is still eye-catching in the crowd.

"You are the genius An Qisheng that Xuanxuan mentioned? She looks just average."

An Qisheng sat in the back, talking to the woman sitting in the passenger seat.

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

"Who are you?"

An Qisheng glanced at her. The woman had slender fingers and her long nails emitted a white glow.

The skill in hand seems to be very good.

"My name is Jiang Shili, Li Yan's eldest sister."

The woman smiled and introduced herself.

"It turns out it's Senior Li's sister. It's right for me to be An Qisheng, but there's no genius."

An Qisheng didn't care why Li Yan's eldest sister was surnamed Jiang, and she greeted her indifferently:

"As for appearance, it was given by my parents."

An Qisheng's appearance is not handsome. He was seriously ill before the age of 1994 and looked pretty. After practicing martial arts again, his face had some edges and edges.

It's not ugly, but it's not as beautiful as the popular young and handsome guys.

"hehe."

Jiang Shili chuckled and ignored An Qisheng.

She was just a little curious, and could let Mu Longcheng test what a person with good talent looked like.

"You seem to have made some progress again."

Wang Zhixuan held the steering wheel with one hand and looked at An Qisheng through the rearview mirror.

She was a little surprised.

It was fine before, but after several months, I suspected that I had received guidance from a great master like Juechen Taoist, so it was reasonable to make faster progress.

The two met this time only five and a half days apart, and it seems that there is progress again?

With such a talent, it took more than ten years of martial arts to break through the secret force?

Or did you suddenly get enlightened after the hidden power?

No matter which reason, it seems to be a little incompatible.

"I would like to thank Dr. Wang for his advice."

An Qisheng replied.

His kung fu has not been integrated, and the progress has almost no secrets for these great boxers, and it is very helpless.

"There are no one thousand people I have guided, and there are eight hundred people who have made progress like you, so it can be said that there are only ones."

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

An Qisheng stopped talking.

Say he has grasped the god in his fist in just five days?

This cannot be explained.

Jiang Shili chuckled, her beautiful eyes flowed and fell on An Qisheng:

"It seems that there is still a secret in Brother An."

"Who has no secret?"

An Qisheng replied lightly, changing the topic:

"Dr. Wang, with my strength, there should be no place in the Demon City that can help you, right?"

Not to be self-deprecating.

An Qisheng has the wisdom of self-knowledge.

Wang Zhixuan is a native of the Demon City. She has joined the army for several generations and is also a great boxer in the Demon City. There seems to be no place where he can be used.

"Of course I don't need your help in the Demon City, but I'm going to go out to sea this time."

Wang Zhixuan raised her hand and threw her cell phone to An Qisheng:
Chapter completed!