The ointment at the martial arts center is very effective in treating broken bones. One month after the injury, An Qisheng's injury is almost healed. As long as he doesn't practice too much boxing, he can already do some repair training.
Next, he persuaded his parents and moved to a villa in the suburbs alone.
After receiving the call from Li Yan that day, he didn't call again. The person he said he was protecting didn't see him, and the person named Zhao Huangtian also didn't come to the door.
Everything seemed calm.
An Qisheng cooks medicinal meals every day, enlightens to Taoism in his dreams, practices boxing, and spears. His life is monotonous but fulfilling.
This made his heart very calm, and all the depression and distracting thoughts in the past were purified by these sweaty punches and kicks.
Only then did he deeply feel the power of his ability.
Understanding Grandmaster Wang Honglin's boxing skills gave him a deeper understanding of Bajiquan and other boxing techniques. The control of Baodan's power allowed the medicinal diet to be fully utilized in his body.
And the twenty-four hours he spent dreaming about himself every day allowed him to use it as someone else for two or even three days a day.
He has never seen a military training camp, but he is sure that his progress will not be slower than that in a military training camp.
Unfortunately, no one knows all this.
Only the data panel in his perspective recorded his progress bit by bit.
In this way, more than twenty days passed by in a hurry.
On this day, An Qisheng was preparing a medicinal meal when he suddenly received a call from An’s mother:
"Qiqi, the Chinese New Year is tomorrow, why don't you come back to see your mother?"
"The Chinese New Year is tomorrow?"
An Qisheng was shocked to realize that it was the New Year.
After receiving the call from his mother, An Qisheng remained calm, took medicinal food, practiced a set of Baji boxing, and carried a big gun for an hour.
After washing up, I walked out of the villa.
One day before the New Year, God was not idle either. A heavy snowfall covered Xingcheng with silver, and the pines and cypresses outside the villa turned white.
Because the heavy snow was still falling, An Qisheng didn't drive, so he just walked towards his home.
Perhaps it was because the New Year was approaching, or perhaps it was because it was still snowing in the suburbs. There were almost no pedestrians or vehicles along the way, and only the traffic lights still stood at their posts.
An Qisheng walked for three or four miles without seeing many people.
Walking alone in the empty suburbs of the city, An Qisheng felt a different kind of feeling in his heart.
His body is loose and his steps are neither slow nor hasty. There is nothing special about ordinary people.
But if there are people who are proficient in boxing, they can see that he deliberately walks in the most energy-consuming way every step of the way.
The ups and downs at the same time include Bajiquan's stomping and exerting energy.
"It's a pity that I still can't be as casual and calm as Grandmaster Wang."
Stepping into the snow, An Qisheng was still thinking about his shortcomings.
Learning kung fu requires the guidance of a famous teacher, otherwise not only will there be no progress, but the muscles and bones will be injured.
But he already had boxing disciples, and a great boxing master showed him the secrets of boxing without reservation. He naturally knew where he was lacking and where he needed to improve.
Just like when solving a problem, the complete problem-solving steps and problem-solving ideas are all placed in front of you, and you can copy them even if you don't know the solution.
However, An Qisheng does not want to imitate, but wants to realize something of his own in a deeper level.
Di~~~
A sharp car horn sounded on the empty road, and a silver-gray off-road vehicle came speeding up. It suddenly stopped suddenly when it was parallel to An Qisheng.
The wheels equipped with anti-skid 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 mind. Fortunately, there were no cars on the road, otherwise this would have been the beginning of a series of car accidents.
Click!
An Qisheng kept walking, and with a slight sweep, he saw a tall woman walking out of the opened car door.
The woman wore big sunglasses, covering half of her pretty face, a black cardigan sweater under a gray coat, and a pair of black short boots.
What a tall woman.
An Qisheng couldn't help but sigh.
Although he is not as tall as my father, who is 1.9 meters tall, he is still close to 1.8 meters tall, but this woman wearing short boots is not much shorter than him.
If you're wearing high heels, that's fine.
"Are you An Qisheng? You've practiced Bajiquan pretty well. You've got some idea of what you're doing. This is An Jin's skill."
The tall woman folded her hands on her chest and spoke cleanly:
"My name is Wang Zhixuan, and I am here to make a deal with you."
An Qisheng stopped and could feel the eyes under the wide sunglasses looking at him:
"Are you also from the Wang family?"
Wang Zhixuan did not answer, but took long and slender steps to open the trunk of the off-road vehicle, and pulled out a tall man covered in blood with one hand.
The man's feet were hanging in the air like noodles, and his body was covered in blood. On his rough face, one eye was a bloody black hole.
"Zhao Huangtian?"
An Qisheng frowned slightly, guessing the man's identity from his somewhat familiar facial features.
"Zhao Huangtian is thirty-four years old this year. He is a second-level member of the Begging Society and has transformed his energy into cultivation. He was abducted by human traffickers when he was young and later joined the Begging Society. He once killed several thugs with guns in a fight with the local gangs where the sun never sets. Forty-three people are fierce and ruthless."
Wang Zhixuan was carrying Zhao Huangtian, who weighed more than 100 kilograms, with one hand. She looked calm and spoke coldly:
"I started from the Demon City and chased him for more than a thousand kilometers. We fought five times in twenty-six days. The first time I matched up with one move, the second time I broke his left index finger, the third time I broke three of his ribs, and the third time I broke his left index finger. Four times I crippled his eyes and one hand, and the fifth time I broke his spine!"
Plop!
As soon as the woman let go, Zhao Huangtian's mud-like body crashed in front of An Qisheng, dripping blood staining the snow red.
"What a cruel woman."
An Qisheng's eyelids jumped.
This Zhao Huang Tiantang used his strength and was actually beaten into a dead dog by this woman.
At this time, he also knew why Wang Anfeng and Li Yan hadn't contacted him in the past month. With such a fierce woman taking action, there was really nothing to worry about.
"I'll spare his life in exchange for your Bajiquan."
The woman stepped forward, her heels nailed on Zhao Huangtian's palm, her aura was overwhelming:
"Zhao Huangtian, how can you bleed so much with Huajin's control over your body? Open your eyes when you wake up, or you won't be able to use your other move!"
"Ha, haha! Haha!"
With a low and suppressed groan of pain, Zhao Huangtian opened his one eye filled with resentment and looked at the condescending Wang Zhixuan:
"If you want a move, I'll give it to you! Wang Zhixuan, you defeated me this time, not because you are better than me in martial arts, but because I was injured in the palace first!"
"Gong Er!"
Wang Zhixuan snorted coldly and kicked Zhao Huangtian until he fainted:
"The bark of 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:
"But Bajiquan, I can't give it to you."
