In Xingcheng Martial Arts Museum, An Qisheng walked through booths and looked at the deeds of many great boxers, as well as some personal belongings and essays left behind during his lifetime.

With his current kung fu, the experience of the Anjin Boxer is not very useful to him. His eyes are only on the booth of the Huajin Boxer.

He was born and raised by Xingcheng and came to the martial arts museum. He was very familiar with the great boxers in Xingcheng for hundreds of years.

Xingcheng Martial Arts Museum was built in 9506 in Kaiyuan and has been around for more than 300 years. There are 123 great boxers among them.

A small part of them were martyrs who fought for the country before the founding of the country, and a large part of them were well-known boxers in the past three hundred years.

Among them, there were only eleven major boxers in Huajin who had their own belongings and essays.

The rest, either died in the war, or there were still descendants who were still alive and did not want the manuscripts of their predecessors to be circulated.

"Only three of the eleven great boxers have left behind their own personal belongings..."

An Qisheng's eyes were slightly rippled.

He had long known that his ability was not really omnipotent. What he wanted to touch the past of those great boxers was not their personal belongings.

It is the deep imprint they left on those items.

Entering a dream is also a divine relationship.

Without the residual spiritual marks, he could not see the "past" of those great boxers.

Before a booth, he stopped and looked up. The show sign recorded the deeds of the great boxer.

"Song Hongfeng..."

Before stopping at the booth, An Qisheng looked at the manuscript in the glass cabinet 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. Over this distance, no living person or dead person could capture his spiritual mark.

Within this distance, how long it will take to capture his dispersed spirit must be judged based on the strength of the person and whether the spiritual mark on the object is complete or not.

Buzz ~

From the perspective, there seemed to be light rising, slowly gathering in front of his eyes like silk or thread.

As his mind condensed, he could sense that the lines seemed to contain a strong spiritual will.

Buzz ~

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

[Song Hongfeng, male, Kaiyuan 9680-9763...... Master of internal martial arts, who has learned a lot of boxing skills from mathematics, especially tiger fist, eagle claw hand, dragon roar iron cloth shirt....]

"Tiger fist, eagle claw, iron cloth shirt..."

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

He leaned his body and avoided the hand that patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother, I'm sorry, can we take a photo with this place?"

The person who spoke was a teenager with a smile on his face.

"good."

An Qisheng moved out of the way, and he had no intention of dreaming in this place.

After walking through this booth and doing the same thing, An Qisheng collected all the spiritual imprints of these three great boxers of Huajin.

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

It seems that it can no longer be stuffed.

"It's true that there are limits. With my current mental power, it's not enough to support too many spiritual imprints."

An Qisheng rubbed his temples, but it was not too surprising.

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

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

An Qisheng turned around and walked out of the martial arts hall, without taking a taxi, and walked slowly towards home.

This is not a problem for him.

He has fallen into dreams every day and has learned a lot of things almost done.

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

......

In the next few days, An Qisheng spent the rest of his family with his parents.

However, since he said that his illness was cured, his parents also started working, and An Jianzhong also opened the martial arts hall again and was not at home most of the time.

These days, he no longer practices boxing hard, but just practices a few sets of boxing in addition to making medicinal meals every day, so as to keep himself from regressing.

Most of the time, he spent learning all kinds of knowledge.

After nightfall, he fell into his dream and continued to study the various books he had read in Xuanda Library for twenty-four hours.

After being confused, those scholars and experts fell in love with dreams.

Since he was a child, he has always been very good at studying because his mental power is far superior to ordinary people. Therefore, he is busy making money. In addition to practicing martial arts, he can easily learn and get admitted to Xuanjing University.

After his ability awakens, his memory, understanding and thinking skills become better and better.

After entering deep sleep, his energy, spirit, and physical fitness have remained at the peak and even made progress slowly.

With the bonus of various aspects, his learning can be said to be a rapid progress, which is completely incomparable to the slowness of learning boxing.

A week later, he dispersed the marks of four psychiatrists, and two weeks later, he dispersed the marks of six hypnotic masters, three physicists, and one artificial intelligence expert.

The days of meditative study always pass quickly, and more than a month has passed.

A day when the cold wind roars and heavy snow is blowing, the new year has come with the sound of firecrackers again.

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

The many knowledge they learned throughout their lives settled in his heart and became his own things.

In the bedroom, An Qisheng was sleeping in an immortal manner and went to sleep deeply.

While sleeping, An Qisheng sat in Xuanda Library to read books.

Physics and chemistry, mathematics, boxing analysis, psychology, mysterious medical classics, modern medicine, anatomy, aerodynamics, thick black science....

All kinds of books piled up like mountains around him.

"call!"

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

In his mind, the increasingly plump stickman was slowly raising his arms and kicking his legs.

Its movements were slower than the old lady in the park who was playing fitness boxing, but it was really moving.

If anyone from the martial arts world sees this scene, he will find that this stickman is fighting with a dragon and tiger!

He is the one who closes his eyes and opens his eyes.

This is the perfect result of visualization.

"I finally stepped over the threshold of thinking about being focused, and the visualization method has been initially achieved. After that, you only need to visualize other parts of the thirty-six objects and slowly fill in the 'stickman'. This thirty-six objects visualization method will be completely completed."

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

Any rapid progress comes from every bit of it every day.
Chapter completed!