Chapter 10: Seeing God is not bad, begging

As the saying goes, it ’s better to take ten punches than to hit one elbow!
Eight poles take off the gun as a fist, and the elbow is the tip!
Combining the strength of An Qisheng's whole body, how fierce the elbow was issued by Wang Hong's vigorous approach to the master of Danjing.
boom!
I heard only a dull flesh collision, the young man's chest collapsed suddenly, his back bulged, the congestion in his eyes turned red, and the surging blood broke through the seven tricks.
"Ah! I killed you!"
But Rao is so. The young man still didn't let go. His five fingers were harder, and he clicked through An Qisheng's shoulder blade, pulled him to the ground, and knocked over the two booths.
Crackling ~
Among the broken glass fragments of the booth, the two men sprang together.
boom! !!
Luan Qisheng twisted his crushed shoulder and locked the young man's five fingers with his flesh. He squeezed the other hand with his right hand, and his knee hit him on the lower abdomen at the same time.
"噗!"
Suffering from this memory, the young man finally couldn't help but squirted An Qisheng's head and face suffocated with blood.
Stabbing ~
Qi Anqisheng struggled to get up, tore off the work clothes worn by his youth, wiped the sticky blood on his face, and looked down at the youth's distorted face, with a lingering fear.
"Where's the murderer?"
Qi Anqisheng hugged his left shoulder, and blood flowed through the five finger holes.
青年 This young man's grasp in the first-hand army is quite fierce. If he hadn't seized the opportunity by catching his own idea, he would have little chance of winning.
Looked at his mobile phone with a broken black screen, An Qi went down and rummaged through the youth, and found nothing to prove his identity.
Fortunately, his mobile phone is porcelain, the screen is broken and it can be used.
An Qisheng was trying to dial his father's number, and the cell phone suddenly turned on. It was an unknown phone with no name or number displayed.
I hesitated for two seconds and pressed the call.
"What? You've been attacked, using the Army's Eagle Claws?"
The other side of the phone jumped in shock at An Jianzhong:
"You're waiting there, I'll be right here!"
Beep
Lost the hung up mobile phone, An Qisheng leaned on a booth, began to clear the broken glass on his body, and counted his injuries.
Jiu Jiu's disease may not be a doctor, but most of the boxers know some medicine.
I took my left shoulder, the scapula was broken, the humerus was damaged, and the clavicle was probably cracked ...
He waited until An Jianzhong hurried to see his bloodied son, his heartache stabbed.
"This bastard!"
Wu Anjian watched the fainting young man under his feet, anxious to step on his head with one foot.
"What the happened?"
奇 An Qisheng, who wrapped his shoulders with his clothes, came over and told him what happened before in simple sentences.
Hean Jianzhong's heart was beating. He had experienced similar things himself, so he knew how dangerous the previous war was.
Click!
The man with a height of one meter and nine feet lifted his foot and broke both cheekbones of the fainting young man. He took out special alloy handcuffs and copied him.
She Anjian raised the young man with one hand, with a serious expression:
"It's not clear in a sentence or two. You come with me first. At this time, martial arts martial arts martial arts, I can't go out."
Wu Anqisheng nodded. Although his injury was serious, it was not fatal. Knowing that the matter was urgent, he could only come to the second floor of the martial arts hall.
There are many people scattered on the second floor of the Wushu Hall.
Luan Qisheng swept slightly, and saw that more than half of them were wearing uniforms. They were the Xingcheng law enforcement team. Half of them were wearing regular clothes. They should be from the Magic City Martial Arts Center.
Most of the people in the Modu Martial Art Museum were young people. Among them, there was an acquaintance, that is Wang Anfeng and his friend Li Yan who sprayed divine drama on the train that day.
The two of them accompany a young man with a deep breath, and they are somewhat surprised to see An Qisheng.
I saw An Jianzhong, and several of them in uniform stepped forward and took the fainting youth aside.
Another middle-aged glanced at An Qisheng's shoulder and frowned slightly:
"Qi Sheng is all right?"
"I'm fine with Uncle Chen."
Bian Anqisheng was sitting on the sofa, bleeding from the dress on her shoulder:
"It's okay to crush the bones."
My name is Chen Zhengqiao, who is an old partner of An Jianzhong. He has grown up watching An Qi since he was young.
"Fuck! It doesn't matter if your bones are broken? Get your medicine."
正 Chen Zhengqiao snapped and instructed people to take medicine.
Several law enforcement team members brought first aid kits and bandaged An Qisheng again.
"This person is supposed to be a beggar. You will send someone to take him away to see if you can ask me something."
She Anjian didn't look good.
"Yep."
Chen Zhengqiao's face is not good-looking either, and he can't help getting angry: "The beggars are getting more and more crazy, and dare to challenge the law enforcement team in the broad daylight, it's almost brazen!"
The other law enforcement officials didn't look good. Knowing that they were here, they dared to hurt others. It was a naked provocation.
Beggars?
Luan Qisheng's eyes flickered. Is this a terrorist organization?
On the other side, Wang Anfeng and Li Yan stared at each other. The latter nodded and came to An Qisheng, handing a porcelain bottle:
"This is a secret ointment made by our martial arts headquarters. It is much stronger than the medicines on the market. Apply it."
"Thank you."
Luan Qisheng ended up with a porcelain bottle and handed it to a law enforcement team member who changed his medicine.
"It should be the youngest of the beggars who attacked you, but the minimum membership requirements of the beggars are also secretive. You can beat him like this, it is really amazing."
Li Yan took a closer look at the injuries on An Qisheng's body, and he was surprised.
"Good luck."
Luan Qisheng shook his head and said, "I didn't expect Mr. Li to be a member of the Martial Arts Center? Why did he come by train?"
才 Only met yesterday, An Qisheng will naturally not forget Wang Anfeng and Li Yan. However, the boxing skills of these two people are very ordinary, and they are not at the level of being able to join the martial arts main hall.
"An Feng and I joined the main martial arts hall because of more than boxing skills."
Li Yan glanced at Wang Anfeng with a probe not far away and said:
"This is no secret. In recent decades, the martial arts main hall has been committed to the integration of martial arts and firearms. Anfeng and I have good marksmanship and have been admitted to the main hall.
Li Yan said it is an understatement, but it can't be good just because it can be included in the martial arts headquarters.
"So it is."
Luan Qisheng was a little stunned.
No wonder Wang Anfeng despised traditional martial arts. It turned out to be based on guns and supplemented by boxing.
"My friend has been in conflict with many people because of this incident. This time we did not follow the big army because we were detained for half a month for fighting."
Li Yan said, shaking his head a little.
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 Mr. Li's begging meeting?"
"Begging ..."
There was a complex mood on Li Yan's face. UU reading www.uukanshu.com thought for a while and said, "Begging is not a terrorist organization as you think, but a boxing organization that was born before Daxuan Liguo. "
"The establishment time of the begging society is almost the same as that of the Central Martial Arts Museum. At first, it was mainly like killing bandits, assassinating warlords, and the leaders of the martial arts. Like the main martial arts museum, although they emigrated overseas, they still had friendship. Until 30 years ago, All these things have changed since Mu Longcheng, the contemporary leader of the Beggars.
"Mulong City?"
In the heart of Lu Anqisheng, the name he had heard before seemed to be a wealthy lord of the sun never set empire.
"Mu Longcheng's boxing skills are extraordinary and sanctified. It has not been bad to see God thirty years ago, but he firmly believes that there is still a way to see God. He is gradually being paranoid and using whatever means he can. He has collected a group of dangerous people."
Li Yan sighed:
"While setting up a laboratory to study the human body, he was collecting manuscripts of boxing masters over the years. This time, his purpose should be Mr. Gu's manuscripts ..."
"The enemy this time is Mulong City?"
Wu Anqisheng's heart was tight.
He has seen the means of holding Master Dan, and knows how horrible such master boxing is. Masters of God Realm are two levels higher than Dan Realm!
If he comes, the people here are afraid that they can't stop him.
"Mulong City will not come. Dangerous people like him dare to step into Daxuan. Masters in the army will come to the door. Seeing that God is also a physical child, he can't stop the guns ... "
Li Yan said, his expression suddenly tightened.
Luan Qisheng also turned his head at the same time.
哒 哒 哒 ~
The rushing and crisp footsteps sounded on the first floor of the empty Budokan.