Great Dao Ji

"Ancient Xinyiquan and Liuhe Great Spear Technique"

An Qisheng kneaded his eyebrows, and two pictures kept appearing alternately, causing his mind to swell and ache.

The last step of the dark power is to enter the brain. After the power is transformed, it involves the will and spirit. At that time, the "god" contained in each punch and kick can already affect outsiders.

The two pictures are not real, but the boxing spirit of the two great masters.

That is what Wang Zhixuan said, "the god in the boxing".

"Their boxing spirit can actually affect me"

An Qisheng felt a little dry in the mouth, and got up to pour a glass of water.

This time, it was not him who took the initiative to interrupt the dream, but the influence of the two boxing intentions made him not enough to support the consumption of dreaming, so he was forced to interrupt.

In fact, Wang Honglin and Gu Changfeng agreed to three moves, and he only saw one move.

"In a battle above the Dan level, what the naked eye sees and what the spirit perceives are completely different. The two of them certainly don't know hypnosis, but the effect of the powerful fist intention has surpassed the ordinary sense of hypnosis."

Holding the water cup, An Qisheng analyzed what he had learned.

The mind is the one who perceives external objects, the mind is the intention, and the intention is the will. The spiritual will can really affect the human heart.

In other words, if the brain thinks you are dead, you are really dead.

In the room, An Qisheng just sat quietly, thinking about the gains from the previous battle over and over again.

Whether it is Liuhe spear or Gumen Xinyiquan, he has dabbled in them.

But to reach the level of those two, even if there is a reference, it is not a matter of a day or a night.

However, everything is like this. Without accumulating small steps, there is no way to a thousand miles, and without accumulating small streams, there is no way to form a river or sea.

Even if there is a step to heaven, it may not be a good thing.

If you understand, you will understand.

After watching the battle between the two great masters, An Qisheng lost his sleepiness. He sat quietly for a while, memorized all his previous gains, and then went out again.

The Hope has complete facilities, including a swimming pool, a cinema, and a martial arts hall.

At more than three o'clock in the morning, most people were still asleep, and An Qisheng came to the martial arts hall.

Platform, weapon rack, sandstorm, wooden man, target

This martial arts hall is different from ordinary martial arts halls, and it is somewhat similar to the ancient training ground.

At this time, there was no one in the empty martial arts hall.

An Qisheng walked to the weapon rack, on which were placed various weapons, with cold light and condensed like ice, all with blades.

In modern times, thanks to technology, the quality of weapons is far from comparable to that of ancient times.

"These weapons are of good quality, and I don't know which master made them."

An Qisheng reached out and held a long spear, shook it gently, and it made a 'buzzing' sound.

He has learned to use a gun for more than ten years, and he can tell whether it is good or bad as soon as he gets started.

This spear is two meters and one meter long, with lines all over it like human meridians. The spear head and the spear body are almost one piece, and when it is shaken, it seems that one can feel the pleasure of the spear body.

In the past few days, he has come to this martial arts hall almost every day.

This spear is the most handy weapon he uses. This is not to say that other weapons are not good, but they are not suitable.

Woo~

With a thought, An Qisheng jumped onto the high platform and lightly pressed the tail of the spear. The spear seemed to have spirituality, and suddenly moved forward, whistling through the air.

An Qisheng raised the spear, his figure stood upright like a pine tree, closed his eyes slightly, and listened to the spear's "force".

The weapon is an extension of the body, and the highest realm is naturally the unity of the weapon and oneself.

And listening to the force is the first step to this process.

If you don't even know the length and changes of your own weapon, how can you practice any peerless spear skills.

A true spear master, holding a spear of more than ten feet long, can stab flies and mosquitoes on paper with a light tap without hurting the paper at all.

With this move, any peerless spear technique is just a matter of course.

Huh~

After listening for a while, An Qisheng suddenly squatted down, like riding a horse, holding the spear with both hands at the same time, and just shook it lightly.

The long spear 'buzzed' and shook like a snake dragon.

The vibration gradually spread, from his hands, elbows, shoulders, and hips to his whole body.

The whole person shook with the spear.

Shaking the big spear is simple to say, but this move is enough to practice for a lifetime.

The hands are empty, the body is relaxed, and the spirit is calm.

An Qisheng's eyes are half closed, and the spear that Wang Honglin stabbed out is replayed in his mind over and over again.

Bits of insights are brewing in his heart.

Huh!

At a certain moment, An Qisheng's eyes suddenly opened wide, and his feet shook with force, and the strength rose layer by layer, reaching his arms and palms.

Buzz~

The long spear suddenly shook, drawing an amazing arc, like a coiled venomous snake suddenly rising up, tearing the air in a flash.

Huhuhuhu~~

The spear fired, and the body moved with the spear.

As the spear danced, a little cold light burst out, like a giant python opening its mouth to reveal its sharp fangs.

Straight to the platform!

"I"

On the side of the platform, a figure suddenly jumped out and rolled on the floor like a donkey.

At the same time, a loud shout was made:

"One of us!"

Hu~

An Qisheng moved his body, and the spear moved back half a meter, and the shaking spear head stopped three inches in front of the man's eyebrows.

"Brother"

Luo Neng raised his hands, cold sweat dripped down, and there was fog on his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Is it you?"

An Qisheng frowned and the spear fell to the ground.

He recognized that this young man seemed to be the young man that Wang Zhixuan had warned when he boarded the ship.

Looking at his body, he was loose and didn't seem to have any kung fu skills.

"It's me, it's me."

Luo Neng breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his forehead. It was too damn scary.

After this shot, he thought he was going to be stabbed to death on the spot.

"Why are you here at night instead of sleeping? And you are so sneaky?"

An Qisheng frowned.

He was not afraid of others stealing his spear skills. In fact, many sects have the shaking spear, which is no secret.

However, this killing move he learned from Wang Honglin was the first time he used it.

If it weren't for his solid foundation and ability to shoot and retract, this shot would have killed him on the spot.

"You didn't sleep either?"

Luo Neng complained in his heart and forced a smile:

"I heard footsteps outside the door before, and thought those people were lurking on the boat again. As for sneaking around, I was afraid of disturbing your spear practice, right?"

"Really?"

An Qisheng glanced at him and turned to the platform.

This man didn't tell the truth. If he followed him, he couldn't hide his kung fu from his ears and eyes. The only possibility is that he came earlier than him.

He had been hiding there for a long time.

"Then you are busy, I will go back first."

Luo Neng calmed down, and suddenly felt the urge to urinate a little. He said hello and left in disgrace.

"Huh!"

In the toilet, Luo Neng shuddered and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he took out his cell phone and dialed the number over there:

"Mr. Jin, that man is called An Qisheng. He seems to practice external boxing and is good at using a spear. He practices boxing and spear every day. 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."

When Luo Neng finished speaking, a voice came from the other end of the phone:

"She doesn't even care about me, how can she care about such a person?"