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Soon after she stopped, An Qi sounded in her belly.

I took a bigudan, and it has been completely digested.

"In this state, my consumption is much greater than the consumption of normal boxing."

Luan Qisheng was a little surprised.

辟 This one Bugudan is enough to change the nutritional needs of the big boxer from seven days to half a month. Even if he consumes more, one can last for two or three days.

This Pigudan, he swallowed it for only half a day.

It can be seen that in this state, the consumption is extremely great.

He took out a bigudan, swallowed it with saliva, and frowned slightly:

"Material thousands of years ago is far from what it is today, and Pigudan at that time would never have the medicine power it is today. No wonder the gentleman is thin and flabby, and his steps are a bit flabby ..."

After seeing the saint this time, An Qisheng had a deeper understanding of the seventh step above the sight of God.

The soul is rooted in the flesh, and its growth requires the provision of the flesh. Without sufficient supplementary food, the flesh cannot support the powerful soul.

Gradually, the flesh became thinner and weaker, just like his terminal illness.

The social environment thousands of years ago is far from what it is today. The material and medicinal materials are severely inadequate, and the martial arts training needs are already extremely incomparable, let alone the spiritual realm like Wang Yangming?

"If Mr. was born now, it might be different."

Wu Anqisheng sighed softly.

Kung fu or practice is essentially inseparable from society.

In ancient times, a great master who met God may not be able to produce one for hundreds of years, but now, there are nine great masters who meet God on the bright side of the world.

Daxuan alone is not the one who died in Mu Longcheng's hands, and there are three great masters.

This is absolutely impossible to look at in ancient times.

If you enter the seventh step now, even if it is not enough to make up for the physical deficiencies, you may not be sloppy.

"Is the body dead, does the spirit no longer exist? With Mr.'s spiritual realm, maybe ..."

Luan Qisheng turned his thoughts.

The peristalsis of the stomach is violent, which consumes the gutan.

He walked out of the hotel with his luggage, and it was already bright.

I was delayed for a long time but the gain was huge. An Qi boarded the train home with satisfaction, just after noon, and returned home.

He pushed open the door, and Anmu had prepared meals and waited. An Jianzhong sat on the sofa and watched TV. A cup of hot tea was steaming in front of him.

Plain and warm.

"You child, you go out for months."

Uncle Auntie took off her apron and, while picking up her luggage, complained, "It's time for you to find a wife to take care of you."

"Cough."

Luan Qisheng gave a cough:

"Mom, I'm old, it's a little too early to get married."

"Early early? No one is as old as you and is not in school, and there are many people who have children with marriage."

Bian An mother hummed.

After my son's illness was cured, she thought about her son's life-long events.

"Okay, my son has just returned. What do you say?"

Wu Anjian put down the remote control, glanced at the mother and son, and shook his head.

"Dad is right, I'm a bit tired."

Wu Anqi was relieved.

"But your mother is right."

In the eyes of An Tihu, An Jianzhong's voice turned:

"We have a few nice little girls in our unit. They are good-looking and kind-hearted. Please take the time to meet."

"Let's talk about these in a few years."

An Qisheng pulled out his chair and sat down.

He is not a celibate, but marriage is not necessary for him.

He is not extremely passionate, he will never find someone to disrupt his life rhythm.

He was a man, a young Muai, and a **** youth was almost impossible to appear on him.

Wu Zai said that his senses are far more powerful than general energy. Even a woman with the best makeup can see that thick pores, and even smell the body odor under the cover of perfume.

He would not be so uncomfortable, but if he held it for a lifetime, it would be a little uncomfortable.

"You ..."

What did Luan Jianzhong want to say, and suddenly I smelled a faint fragrance, I could not help but glance at An Qisheng:

"Did you spray perfume?"

The smell is very good, such as the fragrance of grass and wood mixed with mud after the spring rain, giving a fresh and natural taste.

"Have it?"

Luan Qisheng pretended not to know.

As soon as he entered the energy, his taste was almost inexhaustible. Between the energy flow, no trace of dust could come close, and as he inherited the mentality of Mr. Yang Ming, his strength changed again.

The body gradually emitted a fresh and natural smell.

"do not have it?"

Wu Anjian frowned and wanted to say something more, Anmu already shouted over there:

奇 "Qiqi, come here for dinner, the pork rib soup is stewed."

"Come here."

An Qisheng answered and got up to the restaurant.

"This boy ..."

Wu Anjian raised his eyes.

Baked rice is very rich, chicken, duck and fish.

Although eating Pi Gu Dan, An Qisheng still did not waste his mother's mind, and in accordance with the normal amount of meals, the meals were swept away.

That's it, Anmu still thinks he eats less.

A few days after I met, An Qisheng boxing didn't practice much. I watched TV with An Jianzhong or went shopping with my mother every day.

The biggest amount of activity is to massage and massage for parents.

Wu Anjian also had a secret effort to repair, but he was very old, and his martial arts had been slow to enter the country. His mother had never practiced martial arts, and her bones and bones were aging.

Taking the energy to master the power and massaging for two people is naturally much better than any fitness and health club.

此时 At this time, he has already surpassed Liu Xian in massage techniques, and Liu Xian massaged once, the charge was as high as 150,000 yuan, and it was not something that ordinary people could ask for.

The peaceful days were broken by a phone call from Wang Anfeng a week later.

Wu Anqisheng did not hesitate to say anything, just holding Pi Gudan and speaking to his parents, he boarded the plane to Yun Province.

........

There is no moon in the sky, and the night is deep.

An Qisheng met Wang Anfeng and Li Yan again in the mountains and forests not far from the border between Jinyun and Burma.

The two men wore camouflage, holding guns, their faces were condensed, and their bodies were full of murderous gas.

Luan Qisheng was slightly surprised.

的 The changes of these two wealthy young masters are a little big ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ Especially Wang Anfeng, the original character of Dang Erlang Dang has become calm.

If Wang Anfeng was originally a very good child protected by his sister, he now has a bit of a strong **** soldier.

Obviously, they also experienced a lot during this period.

"You came."

Seeing An Qisheng, Wang Anfeng squeezed a smile.

"Dr. Wang's injury, is it serious?"

Wu Anqisheng glanced upstairs, and on the second floor, there were three masters who were breathing almost.

"Heavy."

Li Yan stepped forward and said:

"Miao Xiu, the tiger king, became famous for decades and worked very hard. Dr. Wang and Miao Xiu spent several days fighting in the South China Sea. They were both defeated, and it took at least half a month to recover."

"So badly hurt?"

Wu Anqisheng frowned. It was two months before Wang Zhixuan and Miao Xiu fought.

In order to improve the master's control of the body and the medical conditions of the military, what kind of injuries actually take so long?

"Miao Xiu was also injured by her older sister, otherwise it would not be months for her face to be exposed."

Wang Anfeng's face was a bit cold, so he didn't say anything about Wang Zhixuan.

I glanced at An Qisheng and said:

"Miao Xiu has a lot of influence in the Yunnan-Myanmar area. There are hundreds of disciples, and I do n’t know how much he has received. Even if we have the help of the Yunan Law Enforcement Brigade, there is still a fish that escaped the country. "

"Wang Shao, Li Shao, the delay is not short, it is time to set out."

On the second floor, a loud voice sounded like a bell.

Luan Qisheng's eyes swept away, and on the second floor, a bright bald head came into view.

"Shi Xinlong?"