The Magnificent God of War

Since they want to die, they must be fulfilled.

If people don’t offend me, I don’t offend people.

Jiang Ning is a very pure person, everyone is in peace, he keeps one eye closed, and will not take the initiative to trouble others.

Even Lin's development to this day is not for making money.

Making money is not an end, but a means. It is just his means to help Lin Yuzhen realize his dream.

He is really not interested in money.

But there are always people who want to prevent him from helping Lin Yu really realize his dream. Jiang Ning will not bear it.

He immediately called the dog brother.

"List, ask A Fei for it, and give me some warning."

Jiang Ning said, "Just let them remember the lesson."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ning left the matter behind, took out the boxing score, and continued to devote himself to it.

Ji Dao Boxing is not simple. Jiang Ning has always felt this way. The deeper he studied, the stronger this feeling.

He Daoren would rather use his own death to make him pay attention to it, which shows that the secret behind Ji Dao Boxing Manual is definitely not imaginable by ordinary people.

Even if it is the eight hidden families who chose to retreat to Zhongnanshan and wait for the birth of the boxing table, it was only because the family controlled it and deciphered the code of the boxing table.

No one knows what the real secret of boxing is.

The elders of the major families, apart from the dead Fang Jin, I am afraid that only Fang Yin is left, and they will learn more.

Jiang Ning held the fist score in his hand, rubbing his fingers on the lines of the fist score.

The unique texture made him frown.

A light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and with a move of his fingers, he slid in different directions, and the touch from his fingertips seemed to change slightly.

"These lines... haven't noticed before."

Jiang Ning rubbed his fingers carefully, and with his sensitive perception ability, the tactile feedback from these lines was indeed somewhat different.

He picked up the boxing sheet and looked at it from different angles. The simple moves had a different feeling, which he had discovered long ago.

It is also true that what everyone can comprehend from boxing scores is completely different.

But this pattern, people who have not been able to control the fist sheet, really have no chance to know.

Even Jiang Ning, it was only at this moment that he unintentionally felt that such a subtle difference, if he was not sensitive enough, it would be difficult to find.

Jiang Ning held the fist sheet in both hands, seriously, repeatedly twisting and twisting, more and more sure, these lines hidden mystery.

Even they see different patterns from different angles, probably because of these lines.

There are so many secrets hidden in a boxing score.

Jiang Ning took a deep breath, feeling that he was far away? Zhexi closed Wu Shiyi Ranshan? The secret to the boxing chart was solved, and there was still a long way to go, even if he had collected nine pages of boxing chart and wanted to crack the boxing chart Secrets are all extremely difficult things.

"Come slowly, I don't believe it, I don't know something like this."

He slowly closed his eyes and continued thinking.

at the same time!

Black Dragon Club!

When Jiang Ning's order came down, Brother Gou and the others would immediately execute it without any hesitation.

At this moment, the headquarters of the Black Dragon Association.

Brother Gou stood there, on the ground, a group of people were lying on their stomachs, crying for mercy.

In the chairperson's position, there was a middle-aged man sitting, trembling all over, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

He is the new president of the Black Dragon Association. He has only been the president for less than two days. He didn't even have time to celebrate, and he was almost shocked at this moment.