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In the Xingcheng Martial Arts Hall, An Qisheng walked through the booths, studying the deeds of many boxers, as well as some personal belongings and essays left in his lifetime.

With his kung fu today, the experience of the Dark Boxer is not much useful to him. His eyes are only on the stand of the Huajin Boxer.

The Xingcheng people, who were born and raised in him, have been to this martial arts hall, and they are familiar with the boxing masters in Xingcheng for hundreds of years.

Xingcheng Martial Arts Hall was built in Kaiyuan 9506, and it has been more than 300 years since then. There are 123 boxing masters who can be listed among them.

Twenty-five are the martyrs who fought for the country before the founding of the country, and more than half are well-known boxers for nearly three hundred years.

Among them, there are only eleven boxing masters with personal belongings and essays.

The rest, if either died in the flames of war, or else there are still future generations alive, and they are not willing to pass on the manuscripts of their predecessors.

"Only the belongings of the eleven boxers left only three of them with spiritual imprints ..."

Luan Qisheng's eyes slightly rippled.

He already knew that his ability was not truly omnipotent, and what he wanted to touch the past of those boxers was not their belongings.

He is the deep mark they left on those objects.

Entering dreams is also a godsend.

He has no spiritual mark left, and he cannot see the past of those boxers.

Before stopping at an exhibition booth, he stopped and looked up. The deed of the boxer was recorded on the exhibition board.

"Song Hongfeng ..."

Before An Qisheng stopped at the booth, he looked at the manuscripts in the glass cabinet and nodded slightly.

My eyes were half closed, and my spirit was cohesive.

After several attempts, An Qisheng knew that his current limit observation distance was a sphere of fifteen meters around his body. Beyond this distance, no matter whether it is a living person or a dead object, he cannot capture his spiritual mark.

Within this distance, how long does it take to capture its dissipated spirit, it also depends on the strength of the person and the integrity of the spiritual mark on the item.

Humming ~

From the perspective of Xun, there seems to be a bright light rising slowly, like a thread slowly gathering in front of his eyes.

之下 Under the condensing of his mind, he can perceive that trace of lines, which seems to contain a strong spiritual will.

Humming ~

It seemed only a moment when a new spirit panel unfolded before him:

[Song Hongfeng, male, Kaiyuan 9680-9763 ... Master of boxing in the house, learns from a number of teachers, learns a lot of boxing skills, especially good at tiger boxing, eagle claw hand, Longyin iron cloth shirt ...]

"Tiger Boxing, Eagle Claw, Iron Cloth ..."

Min An Qisheng moved his heart and opened her eyes.

He leaned aside and avoided the hand that slaps on his shoulder.

"Brother I'm sorry, can we take a picture here?"

I was talking about a teenager in his teens with a smile on his face.

"it is good."

Luan Qisheng gave way, he had no plans to dream in this place.

I walked past this booth, and in the same way, An Qisheng collected all the mental imprints of these three powerful boxers.

After collecting the spiritual imprint of the last boxer, An Qisheng felt a bit swollen.

I can't seem to stop it anymore.

"Sure enough, there is a limit. With my current mental strength, it is not enough to support too much spiritual imprint."

Luan Qisheng rubbed his temples, but was not too surprised.

多 Since more than a year, the spiritual imprints he has collected have broken through a hundred, and it can't be sustained, it seems not surprising.

"It seems that we need to dispel some spiritual imprint before we can continue."

Luan Qisheng turned around and walked out of the martial arts hall. He didn't take a taxi, and walked slowly towards his home.

This is not a problem for him.

He has been dreaming every day, and he has learned a lot.

He settled for a few days, and scattered the panels of experts, scholars, and doctors who occupied half of the amount, enough for him to collect the spirit of dozens of big boxers.

Uh ...

The next few days, An Qisheng stayed with his parents at home.

However, since he said he was ill, his parents also started to work, and An Jianzhong also opened the Wu Guan again, and most of the time he was away from home.

These days, he no longer practices boxing hard, but just plays a few sets of boxing every day outside of the pharmacy meal and keeps himself from going back.

Most of the time, he is learning all kinds of knowledge.

After I entered the night, I dreamed of myself, and spent 24 extra hours studying non-stop all kinds of books he had read in Xuanda Library.

After I was confused, I dreamed of those scholars and experts.

Since he was a child, he has been much better than ordinary people and has been studying well, so he can make money and practice martial arts, and then he can be admitted to Xuanjing University.

After his ability was awakened, his memory, understanding and thinking ability became better.

After entering deep sleep completely, his energy, spirit, and physical fitness have kept at the peak and even slowly improved.

With the addition of various aspects, his study can be said to be advancing by leaps and bounds, which is slower than learning boxing, which is completely incomparable.

After a week, he dispelled the marks of four psychiatrists. Two weeks later, the marks of six hypnotist masters, three physicists, and an artificial intelligence expert were dispersed by him.

The time to study quietly is always very fast ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ Instantly, more than a month has passed.

A cold wind, howling snow, the new year came again in the sound of firecrackers.

Then, on this day, he finally dispersed all the panels of experts, scholars, and doctors.

诸多 A lot of the knowledge they have learned in their lifetimes has settled in his heart and has become his own.

In the bedroom, An Qisheng made a fairy sleep and went to sleep.

In his sleepless dreams, An Qisheng sat in Xuanda Library and read books.

Physical Chemistry, Mathematical Metaphysics, Boxing Analysis, Psychology, Metaphysical Books, Modern Medicine, Anatomy, Aerodynamics, Houheology .......

Various books piled up around him.

"Hoo!"

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes with the faint dressing sound of his parents next door.

Suddenly, in his mind, the increasingly full stickman was slowly raising his arms and kicking.

Its movements are slower and slower than that of the old lady playing fitness punches in the park, but it is really moving.

If anyone in the martial arts world saw this scene, they would find out that this stickman was hitting a tiger!

He closed his eyes and opened his eyes.

This is, imagine the success.

"Finally, I have crossed the threshold of wanting to concentrate on one's mind, and the idea of ​​the idea has been preliminarily completed. After that, I only need to think about the other parts of the thirty-six things and slowly fill the 'stickman'. The idea of ​​thirty-six things is completely completed. . "

Luan Qisheng opened the curtains and looked at the steel city where the lights shone under the night, and a slight sense of satisfaction rose in her heart.

Any leaps and bounds come from the little bit of weekdays.

心 He felt something, and he broke through his energy, and he was almost there.