The Great Tao Chronicle

The ointment in the Wushu General Hall is quite effective for broken bones. One month after the injury, An Qisheng's injury is almost healed. As long as he does not practice excessive boxing, he can already get some repair training.

Next, he persuaded his parents and moved to a villa in the suburbs by himself.

Since he received Li Yan's call that day, he hasn't called again, the person he said to protect has not seen it, and the person named Zhao Huangtian has also not come to the door.

Everything seemed to be calm.

An Qisheng cooks medicines and meals every day, realizes Dao in his dreams, practices boxing, and practice guns. His days are monotonous and fulfilling.

This made his heart very calm. All the depression and distractions in the past were purified in this sweaty punch and kick.

It was only then that he deeply felt the power of his ability.

After comprehending Grandmaster Wang Honglin's boxing skills, he became more and more familiar with Bajiquan and other boxing methods, and the control of Baodan's strength allowed him to give full play to the medicinal diet in his body.

And the twenty-four hours of dreaming about himself every day allows him to use it as someone else for two or even three days a day.

He has not seen the military training camp, but he is sure that his progress will not be slower than in the military training camp.

Unfortunately, no one knows all of this.

Only the data panel in his perspective recorded his progress bit by bit.

Just like that, more than twenty days passed in a hurry.

On this day, An Qisheng was cooking a meal when he suddenly received a call from An's mother:

"Qiqi, it's New Year's Day tomorrow, and you won't come back to see your mother?"

"It's New Year's Day tomorrow?"

Only then did An Qisheng realize that it was the New Year.

After getting his mother's call, An Qisheng was still in a hurry. He ate medicated food, played a set of Bajiquan, and held a big gun for an hour.

After taking a shower, he walked out of the villa.

One day before the new year, God was not idle. A heavy snow covered Xingcheng with silver clothes, and Song Berlin outside the villa was even more pale.

Because the snow was still falling, An Qisheng didn't drive, so he just took a walk and walked home.

Maybe it was the end of the year, or it was still snowing in the suburbs. On the way, there were almost no pedestrians and no vehicles, only the traffic lights still sticking to their posts.

An Qisheng walked three or four miles without seeing a few people.

Walking alone on the outskirts of an empty city, An Qisheng had a different feeling in his heart.

His body was loose and slack, and his pace was slow and unhurried. There was nothing special about ordinary people.

But if there is someone who is proficient in boxing, you can see that he deliberately walks in the most energy-intensive way.

For a while together, it includes Bajiquan, stomping feet, and exerting energy.

"Unfortunately, I still can't be as casual and calm as Grandmaster Wang."

Stepping into the snow, An Qisheng was still thinking about his own shortcomings.

Learning kung fu requires the guidance of famous teachers, otherwise not only will there be no progress, but the muscles and bones will also be injured.

But he already had boxing disciples, and a great boxing master showed him the mysteries of boxing without reservation. He naturally knew where he was lacking and where he needed to improve.

It's like when you solve a problem, you put the complete problem-solving steps and problem-solving ideas in front of you, even if you don't know a lot about it, you can copy it.

However, An Qisheng didn't want to imitate, but wanted to have a deeper understanding of what belongs to him.

beep~~~

A sharp car horn sounded on the empty road, and a silver-gray off-road vehicle came galloping, and suddenly stopped suddenly at the moment parallel to An Qisheng.

The wheels with snow chains rubbed against the ground under the snow for a while, and stopped more than 30 meters in front of An Qisheng.

An Qisheng shook his head in his heart, fortunately there were no cars on the road, otherwise this would be the beginning of a chain of car accidents.

Click!

An Qisheng kept walking, swept away slightly, and saw a tall woman walk out from the open car door.

The woman was wearing big sunglasses, covering half of her pretty face, wearing a black cardigan sweater under a gray coat, and a pair of black short boots.

A very tall woman.

An Qisheng couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Although he is not as tall as 1.9 meters and is close to 1.8 meters, this woman in short boots does not need him to be much lower.

If you're wearing high heels, that's fine.

"Are you An Qisheng? Bajiquan is not bad, and it's a secret effort."

The tall woman put her hands around her chest and spoke cleanly:

"My name is Wang Zhixuan. I'm here to make a deal with you."

An Qisheng stopped and could feel that the eyes under the wide sunglasses were looking at him:

"You are also from the Wang family?"

Wang Zhixuan didn't answer, took slender steps to open the trunk of the off-road vehicle, and lifted a tall man covered in blood from it with one hand.

The man's feet were drooping like noodles in the air, his body was covered in blood, and one eye was a **** black hole on his rough face.

"Zhao Huangtian?"

An Qisheng frowned slightly, guessing the man's identity from the man's somewhat familiar facial features.

"Zhao Huangtian, 34 years old this year, a second-level member of the Begging Association, Hua Jin has cultivated. He was abducted by human traffickers when he was young, and later joined the Begging Association. He once killed a gunman in a fight with the local gang that never sets. Forty-three people are fierce and ruthless. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

Wang Zhixuan held Zhao Huangtian, who weighed more than 100 jin in one hand, with a calm expression and cold words:

"I started from the magic capital and chased him for more than 1,000 kilometers. I fought five times in 26 days. The first time I made a move, the second time I broke his left index finger, the third time he broke three ribs. Four times I broke him with one eye and one hand, and the fifth time I broke his spine dragon!"

Puff!

As soon as the woman let go, Zhao Huangtian's mud-like body smashed in front of An Qisheng, blood dripping red on the snow.

"What a cruel woman."

An Qisheng's eyelids jumped when he saw it.

This Zhao Huangtian was so powerful that he was beaten into a dead dog by this woman.

At this time, he also knew why Wang Anfeng and Li Yan had not contacted him for the past month. With such a fierce woman taking action, he really didn't need to worry about anything.

"I'll save his life in exchange for your Bajiquan."

The woman stepped forward, the heel of her shoe was nailed to Zhao Huangtian's palm, and she was arrogant:

"Zhao Huangtian, with Hua Jin's control over your body, will you bleed so much? Open your eyes when you wake up, or you won't want another trick!"

"Ha, ha ha! Ha ha!"

In the deep and suppressed pain, Zhao Huangtian opened his one eye full of resentment and looked at Wang Zhixuan, who was condescending:

"A trick, if you want it, I'll give it to you! Wang Zhixuan, you beat me this time, it's not that you are more skilled than me, but that I was hurt in the second hand of the palace first!"

"Miyaji!"

Wang Zhixuan snorted coldly and kicked Zhao Huangtian to the point of fainting:

"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."