"Gumen Xinyiquan and Liuhe Daqiang..."
An Qisheng rubbed his eyebrows, and the two pictures kept appearing alternately, making his mind swell and ache.
The last step to achieve the secret strength is to enter the brain. After the strength is transformed, it involves the will and spirit. At that time, the 'god' contained in each punch and kick can already affect outsiders.
Those two pictures are not reality, but the boxing spirit of the two great masters.
That is what Wang Zhixuan calls the 'god in the fist'.
"Their fist intentions can actually affect me..."
An Qisheng was a little thirsty, so he stood up and poured a glass of water.
This time, it was not that he took the initiative to interrupt the dream, but the influence of the two fists made him mentally insufficient to support the consumption of the dream, so he was forced to interrupt.
In fact, he only saw one move out of the three-move agreement between Wang Honglin and Gu Changfeng.
"The battle above Baodan is completely different between what you see with the naked eye and what you perceive mentally. The two of them certainly don't know how to hypnotize, but the effect of the powerful fist intention has gone beyond hypnosis in the ordinary sense. "
Holding the water glass, An Qisheng analyzed the results.
The person who recognizes external objects is the heart, what is in the heart is the mind, what the mind stores is the will, and the spiritual will can really affect the human heart.
In other words, if your brain thinks you are dead, you are really dead.
In the room, An Qisheng just sat quietly, thinking over and over again what he had learned from the previous battle.
He has dabbled in both the Liuhe Big Spear and the Ancient Sect Xinyi Quan.
But if you want to reach the level of those two, even if you have some reference, it will not happen overnight.
However, everything is like this. If you don't accumulate small steps, you can't reach a thousand miles. If you don't accumulate small streams, you can't reach a river.
Even if you reach the sky in one step, it may not be a good thing.
Naturally, you will understand.
After watching the battle between the two great masters, An Qisheng no longer felt sleepy. He sat quietly for a while, remembered all the previous gains in his mind, and then went out again.
The Hope has complete facilities, including a swimming pool, cinema, and martial arts gym.
At around three o'clock in the morning, when most people were asleep, An Qisheng came to the martial arts gym.
High platform, weapon stand, sandstorm, wooden man stake, target...
This martial arts hall is different from ordinary martial arts halls, but somewhat similar to an ancient school grounds.
At this time, there was no one in the empty martial arts hall.
An Qisheng walked to the weapons rack, on which were placed all kinds of weapons. They were all sharpened, with a cold light and ice-like condensation.
In modern times, thanks to technology, the quality of weapons is far from what it was in ancient times.
"These weapons are of good quality, and I don't know which master made them..."
An Qisheng stretched out his hand and held a spear, shook it slightly, and made a buzzing sound.
He has learned how to shoot a gun for more than ten years, and he can tell the difference between good and bad as soon as he gets started.
This spear is two meters long. The lines on its body are like human meridians. The head and body of the spear are almost one piece. It seems that you can feel the pleasure of the spear body when it shakes.
In the past few days, he has been coming to this martial arts gym almost every day.
This spear is the most convenient weapon he uses. This does not mean that other weapons are not good, but they are not suitable.
Woohoo~
With a thought in his mind, An Qisheng jumped onto the high platform and pressed the tail of the spear lightly. The spear seemed to have become spiritual, and it suddenly moved forward, letting out a roar that broke through the air.
An Qi held the spear in his hands, standing as straight as a pine, closing his eyes slightly, listening to the power of the spear.
Weapons are extensions of the body, and the highest state is naturally the integration of weapons and oneself.
Tingjin is the first step towards this process.
How can one develop any peerless marksmanship without even knowing the changes in length of his own weapon.
A true master of marksmanship can stab flies and mosquitoes on paper without damaging the paper with a single tap.
With this skill, any peerless marksmanship will only come naturally.
Phew~
After listening for a moment, An Qisheng suddenly squatted down, as if riding a horse, holding the gun in both hands with just a slight shake.
The spear buzzed like a snake and dragon.
The shock gradually spread from his hands, elbows, shoulders, to his whole body.
His whole body was shaking along with the gun body.
Shaking a big gun is simple to say, but this style is enough to practice for a lifetime.
The hands are empty, the body is relaxed, and the spirit is calm.
An Qisheng's eyes were half-closed, and Wang Honglin's stabbing shot was replayed over and over in his mind.
Insights brewed in his heart.
call!
At a certain moment, An Qisheng's eyes suddenly opened wide, and his feet shook with strength. Strength rose up layer by layer, reaching directly into the palms of his arms.
Buzz~
The spear suddenly shook, drawing an astonishing arc, like a coiled snake suddenly rising up, tearing the air apart suddenly.
Huhuhu~~
Once the spear is fired, the body moves with the spear.
As soon as the gun danced, a little bit of cold light burst out, like a giant python opening its mouth to reveal its fangs.
Go straight to the high platform!
"I......"
On one side of the high platform, a figure suddenly jumped out and rolled out on the floor like a donkey.
At the same time, he shouted:
"One of our own!"
Phew~
An Qisheng moved and moved the spear half a meter back. The swinging tip of the spear stopped three inches before the visitor's eyebrows.
"brother......"
Luo Neng raised his hands, cold sweat dripped down his head, and his gold-rimmed glasses were fogged up.
"It's you?"
An Qisheng frowned and dropped the spear.
He recognized that this young man seemed to be the young man Wang Zhixuan had warned him when he boarded the ship.
Judging from his body shape, he looks loose and loose, and he doesn't seem to be working hard.
"It's me! It's me."
Luo Neng breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his forehead. It was so scary.
With this shot, he almost thought he was going to be stabbed to death on the spot.
"Why are you here so late at night when you're not sleeping? Are you still so sneaky?"
An Qisheng frowned.
He is not afraid of others secretly learning marksmanship. In fact, there are many sects who use big guns, so it is not a secret.
However, this was the first time he used this killing move he learned from Wang Honglin.
If he hadn't had a solid foundation and the ability to shoot and retract, this shot would have killed him on the spot.
"Aren't you asleep too?"
Luo Neng cursed in his heart and forced a smile:
"I heard footsteps walking outside the door before, and I thought those people were lurking on the boat again. As for being sneaky, wasn't it because I was afraid of disturbing you for your gun practice?"
"Yeah?"
An Qisheng glanced at him, turned and walked towards the high platform.
This man didn't tell the truth. If he came with him, he couldn't hide it from his eyes and ears with his skills. The only possibility is that he came earlier than him.
It has been hidden there for a long time.
"Then you're busy, I'll go back first."
Luo Neng calmed down and suddenly felt a strong urge to urinate. He said hello and left dejectedly.
"call!"
In the toilet, Luo Neng shivered and breathed out a sigh of relief.
Then he took out his cell phone and dialed the number over there:
"Master Jin, that man's name is An Qisheng. He seems to practice foreign boxing. He is good at using spears. In addition to practicing boxing every day, he also practices spears. He is a martial arts fanatic. He is probably a master recruited by Dr. Wang..."
"Luo Neng, there is no need to talk about these things in the future."
After Luo Neng finished speaking, a voice came from the other end of the phone:
"She doesn't even care about me, so how can she care about such a person?"
