The Great Tao Chronicle

As the saying goes, it is better to get ten punches than one elbow!

Baji takes off his spear as a fist, and his elbow becomes the tip of the spear!

With the strength of An Qisheng's whole body, how ferocious a heart-throbbing elbow was issued in the way of Wang Honglin's alchemy master.

boom!

Hearing a dull physical collision, the young man's chest collapsed immediately, his back bulged high, the blood in his eyes turned red, and the surging blood broke through the restraint of the seven orifices and flowed out!

"Ah! I killed you!"

But this was the case, the young man still didn't let go, his five fingers were even harder, and with a click, they penetrated An Qisheng's shoulder blades, pulled him to the ground, and knocked over two booths.

crackling~

Among the broken glass fragments of the booth, the two scuffled together.

boom!

An Qisheng's crushed shoulders twisted and locked the young man's five fingers with flesh and blood, his right hand tightly pinched the other, and his knees slammed into his lower abdomen at the same time.

"Pfft!"

The young man finally couldn't hold back when he was told this, a mouthful of blood spurted An Qisheng all over his face, and passed out in pain.

stab~

An Qisheng struggled to get up, tore off the work clothes his young man was wearing, wiped the sticky blood on his face, and looked down at the young man's distorted face with lingering fears.

"Where did this murderer come from?"

An Qisheng hugged his left shoulder, blood flowing from his five finger holes.

This young man's single-handed way of capturing in the army is quite fierce. If it wasn't for the idea of ​​capturing him alive before, he would have seized the opportunity, and he would have basically no chance of winning.

Looking at his mobile phone with a broken black screen, An Qisheng leaned down and rummaged through the young man's body, but found nothing that could prove his identity.

Fortunately, his mobile phone is solid, even if the screen is broken, it can still be used.

An Qisheng was about to dial his father's number when his cell phone suddenly lit up. It was an unknown phone number with no name or number displayed.

After hesitating for two seconds, he pressed the call to disconnect.

"What? You were attacked, and you used the military's eagle claws to grab it?"

On the other end of the phone, An Jianzhong jumped up in shock:

"You wait there, I'll come right over!"

beep~

Losing the phone he hung up, An Qisheng leaned on a booth and began to clean up the broken glass on his body and take stock of his injuries.

A chronic illness may not become a doctor, but most boxing practitioners know some medical skills.

In the left shoulder, the scapula is broken, the humerus is also damaged, and the clavicle is estimated to be cracked...

When An Jianzhong arrived in a hurry, seeing his son covered in blood, his hands trembled with heartache.

"This bastard!"

An Jianzhong looked at the fainted young man under his feet and wished he could smash his head with one foot.

"What happened?"

An Qisheng, who wrapped his shoulders with his clothes, came over and told what happened before in concise sentences.

An Jianzhong's heart skipped a beat. He had experienced similar things himself, so he knew how dangerous the previous battle was.

Click!

The 1.9-meter-tall man lifted his foot and smashed the two blades of the fainted youth, and took out special alloy handcuffs to bind him.

An Jianzhong lifted the young man with one hand, with a serious expression:

"I can't explain a word or two about this matter. You come with me first. At this time, the martial arts hall is under martial law, and I can't even get out."

An Qisheng nodded. Although his injury was serious, it was not fatal. Knowing that the matter was urgent, he had to follow him to the second floor of the martial arts hall.

On the second floor of the martial arts hall, there are many people scattered.

An Qisheng glanced slightly, and saw that more than half of them were wearing uniforms, the Xingcheng Law Enforcement Team, and the other half were wearing regular clothes, which should be from the Magic Capital Martial Arts Center.

Most of the people in the Magic City Martial Arts Center were young people, and there was an acquaintance among them, namely Wang Anfeng and his friend Li Yan, who was madly on the train that day.

The two were beside a young man with a condensed breath, and they were a little surprised to see An Qisheng.

Seeing An Jianzhong, several people in uniform stepped forward and took the fainted young man aside.

Another middle-aged man glanced at An Qisheng's shoulder and frowned slightly:

"Is Qisheng all right?"

"I'm fine, Uncle Chen."

An Qisheng was sitting on the sofa, blood oozing from the bandaged clothes on his shoulders:

"It doesn't matter if your bones are crushed."

The speaker's name is Chen Zhengqiao, who is An Jianzhong's old partner, and he has watched An Qi grow up since he was a child.

"Nonsense! It doesn't matter if the bones are broken? Get the medicine."

Chen Zhengqiao reprimanded and ordered someone to bring medicine.

Several law enforcement team members brought the first aid kit and re-bandaged An Qisheng.

"This person should be from the Beggar Society. After a while, Lao Chen, you will send someone to take him away and see if you can ask anything."

An Jianzhong's face was not good.

"kindness."

Chen Zhengqiao's face was not good-looking, and he couldn't help but get angry: "The people of this begging group are getting more and more rampant, and they dare to challenge the law enforcement team in broad daylight. It is simply unscrupulous!"

The other law enforcement officers didn't look good. Knowing that they were here, they dared to hurt people. It was a blatant provocation.

A begging meeting?

An Qisheng's eyes flashed, is this a terrorist organization?

On the other side, Wang Anfeng and Li Yan looked at each other, the latter nodded, came to An Qisheng, and handed over a porcelain bottle:

"This is the ointment secretly made by our Wushu General Center. It is much stronger than the medicines circulating on the market. Put it on."

"thanks."

An Qisheng found the porcelain bottle and handed it to the law enforcement team member who changed his dressing.

"The one who attacked you should be a little guy from the Beggar Association. However, the minimum membership requirement for the Beggar Association is also dark. It's amazing that you can beat him like this."

Li Yan took a closer look at An Qisheng's injuries and was amazed.

"Just luck."

An Qisheng shook his head and said, "I didn't expect Mr. Li to be from the Wushu General Center? Why did you come together by train?"

We only met yesterday. Naturally, An Qisheng will not forget Wang Anfeng and Li Yan. However, the boxing skills of these two people are very general, and they are not at the level of being able to join the general martial arts hall.

"An Feng and I joined the Wushu General Hall, not only because of boxing."

Li Yan glanced at Wang Anfeng, who was poking his head not far away, and said:

"It's no secret. In recent decades, the Wushu General Center has been devoted to the fusion of martial arts and firearms. An Feng and I have good marksmanship and were admitted to the main hall. However, the time to learn boxing is short and our skills are shallow."

Li Yan said it was an understatement, but if he could be included in the Wushu General Hall, his marksmanship could not be just good.

"I see."

An Qisheng was a little surprised.

No wonder Wang Anfeng looked down on traditional martial arts, because he used firearms as the main method, supplemented by boxing.

"My friend has already had conflicts with many people because of this. The reason why we didn't come with the main force this time is that we were detained for half a month because of the fight."

Li Yan also shook his head slightly as he spoke.

At this time, An Qisheng's wound was also bandaged. He put on the coat handed over by the law enforcement team and asked casually:

"What is the begging meeting that Mr. Li said about?"

"The Beggar Society..."

A complex emotion appeared on Li Yan's face, UU read the book www.uukanshu.com for a while, and then said, "The Qi Dao Society is not what you think of as a terrorist organization, but a boxing organization that was born before Daxuan established the nation. "

"The establishment of the Qidao Society is almost the same as that of the Central Martial Arts Center. At first, like the General Martial Arts Center, it also focused on killing bandits, assassinating warlords, and leaders of foreign powers. Later, although they moved overseas, they still had friendship. Until thirty years ago, Mu Longcheng, the contemporary leader of the Beggar Association, came to power, and all this changed."

"Mulong City?"

An Qisheng's heart moved, he had heard of this name, and it seemed that he was a big chaebol leader of the Empire on which the Sun Never Sets.

"Mu Longcheng's boxing skills are extraordinary and holy. Thirty years ago, he was not bad. However, he firmly believed that there was still a way forward. He gradually became paranoid in his actions, and became more and more unscrupulous. He collected a group of dangerous people."

Li Yan sighed:

"While he established a laboratory to study the human body, he collected the manuscripts of boxing masters over the years. This time, his purpose should be Mr. Gu's manuscripts..."

"This time the enemy is Mulong City?"

An Qisheng's heart tightened.

He has seen the methods of Master Bao Dan, and he knows how terrifying that kind of master boxing is. The master of the gods is two levels higher than the masters of the Dan realm!

If he came, the people here would not be able to stop him.

"Mu Longcheng will not come. A dangerous person like him dares to take a step into the great mystery, and the masters in the army will come to the door. Seeing that God is also a mortal body, he can't stop the guns... "

Li Yan said, his expression suddenly tightened.

An Qisheng also turned his head at the same time.

da da da~

The unhurried, crisp footsteps sounded on the first floor of the empty martial arts hall,

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