Kung Fu martial arts originated very early. The initial prototype was summed up by the ancestors of the human race while hunting wild beasts.
Over thousands of years, many more techniques for fighting with people and killing on the battlefield have been added.
It was not until three hundred years ago, when great masters such as Gu Changfeng founded the Central Martial Arts Academy, that a complete boxing system was summarized.
Over the past three hundred years, science and technology have advanced rapidly, and martial arts such as kung fu and martial arts have also achieved great development.
But even with the development of artificial intelligence today, which can summarize all the boxing and martial arts routines for thousands of years in one second, there are always things that cannot be reached.
This is the heart, the spirit, the soul, and the god in the fist.
Under the heavy snow, An Qisheng stood quietly.
Wang Zhixuan's hypnosis was indeed extraordinary. In that moment, it brought back many memories of his past and present lives.
In his two lives as a human being, he dug in the ground for food, was bullied, fought, and killed. He wandered between life and death, experienced real death, and even experienced the joy of rebirth...
Many thoughts passed through my mind one by one.
Over and over again, the emotions kept brewing, gradually becoming more and more full.
Suddenly, the picture in his mind froze.
The ground cracked, high-rise buildings collapsed, countless people rushed like ants, and vehicles collided on the avenue.
The sounds of wailing, despair, and crying are endless.
earthquake!
Big earthquake!
That is a terrifying natural disaster that is beyond the reach of all human beings!
Boom!
In an instant, thunder seemed to explode in An Qisheng's heart.
In front of his eyes, the scene seemed to reappear, with tall buildings collapsing like stacked building blocks, and blocks of concrete weighing hundreds of kilograms falling from the sky, pouring down like heavy rain.
The crowd around them roared hysterically...
That was the last moment of his death in his previous life.
call!
Amid the howling cold wind, An Qisheng, who had been standing silently for a long time, suddenly moved.
He suddenly stamped his feet, causing all the snow on his body to fall. With one step, all the snow on both sides of his body was thrown high.
Between steps, he stretched out his arms, clenched his fingers, and punched out.
At the same time, the emotions in his heart that were so intense that they exploded at this moment!
Seek death!
Even if you encounter a natural disaster, never give up!
boom!
When he punched out, it made a sound like a sonic boom. It was full of energy, like a strong wind blowing up snowflakes.
An Qisheng stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
With just one punch, he almost lost his strength, and at the same time, there was a sharp pain like breaking in his arm.
"Muscle strain..."
An Qisheng's chest rose and fell. He repeated this process several times before letting out a long breath of white air.
With his current physical strength, he could throw a hundred punches with all his strength without losing breath, shake a big gun for an hour without getting tired, and run ten kilometers without sweating.
This punch was almost out of force, which shows that this punch cannot be used in actual combat.
An Qisheng stood up slowly. Although he was exhausted to the extreme, he did not go to rest immediately. Instead, he slowly performed a set of Xingyi Quan and stood in the three-position posture for half an hour.
I just walked into the house, cooked some medicinal meals, sat cross-legged, rested in a meditative manner, and at the same time visualized the 'stick figure' in my mind.
Half asleep and half awake, An Qisheng regained his strength after three full hours and slowly opened his eyes:
"The path should be correct, but it is not advisable to take away the force with one punch, and the battle will not take such a long time to prepare.
Moreover, the body cannot remember the state of this punch at all. For an ordinary person, if this punch is hit by chance, the next time it will be hit will be unknown.
It may take months or years of continuous practice to become proficient. "
The enlightenment of traditional martial artists does not happen once and for all.
If you want to become proficient in serendipity, you need a lot of practice.
Fortunately, I don't seem to need it.
With a thought in An Qisheng's mind, his own panel appeared in his perspective, and he fell asleep again in a second.
The one who fell asleep was the self who had punched him a few hours ago.
To remember the state of enlightenment, others need to practice thousands of times.
An Qisheng said that he just needs to sleep.
........
On the fifth day after his initial contact with the God of Boxing, An Qisheng received a call from Wang Zhixuan, ending the retreat.
Although Wang Zhixuan's hypnosis was abrupt, it was undeniable that it was of great benefit to him and he had to follow her out.
There was no airport in Xingcheng, so he drove to Handcheng Airport and got on a plane to Shanghai. A few hours later, he met Wang Zhixuan outside the airport.
The airport in Shanghai also has a large flow of people.
An Qisheng saw Wang Zhixuan at a glance.
This woman still wore sunglasses and leaned on her off-road vehicle. She had a strong aura and was still eye-catching in the crowd.
"Are you the genius An Qisheng that Xuanxuan mentioned? You're just average in appearance."
An Qisheng was sitting in the back seat, and the woman sitting in the passenger seat was speaking.
The woman wore light makeup, her eyes were bright under her long eyelashes, her red lips were slightly hooked when she spoke, her words were soft and charming.
"Who are you?"
An Qisheng glanced at her. This woman had slender fingers, and her long nails exuded a bright white brilliance.
The workmanship seems to be pretty good.
"My name is Jiang Shili, Li Yan's eldest sister."
The woman smiled slightly and introduced herself.
"It turns out she's Senior Li's sister. It's true that An Qisheng is me, but I can't say I'm a genius."
An Qisheng didn't care why Li Yan's eldest sister was named Jiang, and said hello in a neutral tone:
"As for looks, my parents gave me that."
An Qisheng's appearance was not handsome. He became very delicate due to his serious illness a few years ago. After practicing martial arts again, his face became somewhat angular.
It's not ugly, but it's not as beautiful as the popular little fresh meat.
"hehe."
Jiang Shili chuckled and ignored An Qisheng.
She was just a little curious about what it would be like for Mu Longcheng to test out what Taoist Juechen praised someone with good talent.
"You seem to have made some progress."
Wang Zhixuan held the steering wheel with one hand and glanced at An Qisheng through the rearview mirror.
She was a little surprised.
It was just a matter of paying off before. Within a few months, he seemed to have received guidance from a great master like Taoist Juechen. It was reasonable for him to make faster progress.
The interval between the two meeting this time was only five and a half days, and there seems to be progress again?
With such a talent, it took more than ten years of practicing martial arts to break through the dark power?
Or is it that An Jin suddenly became enlightened?
No matter which reason, it seems a bit wrong.
"I would also like to thank Dr. Wang for his guidance."
An Qisheng replied.
His kung fu has not yet been perfected, and his progress is almost no secret to these great boxers, which is quite helpless.
"I have guided hypnosis to as many as eight hundred people, if not a thousand. It can be said that you are the only one who has made such progress."
Covered by sunglasses, Wang Zhixuan's eyes flashed with thought.
An Qisheng stopped talking.
Saying that he has mastered the god of fists in just five days?
There's no way to explain it.
Jiang Shili chuckled, and his beautiful eyes turned to An Qisheng:
"It seems that Little Brother An has some secrets."
"Who doesn't have secrets?"
An Qisheng replied lightly and changed the topic:
"Dr. Wang, with my strength, there should be no place in the city that can help you, right?"
Not to belittle oneself.
An Qisheng is self-aware.
Wang Zhixuan is a native of Magic City. He has served in the army for several generations. He is also a powerful boxer. There seems to be no place where he can be used in Magic City.
"Of course I don't need your help in the magic city, but this time I want to go to sea."
Wang Zhixuan raised her hand and threw her mobile phone to An Qisheng:
"This is a satellite video that was circulated from the Golden Eagle Empire some time ago. You can take a look..."
