Chapter 17: Fierce and fierce Zhao Huangtian

The ointment of the Wushu main hall is quite effective for broken bones. One month after the injury, An Qisheng's injury is almost the same. As long as he doesn't practice excessive boxing, he can already touch some repair training.
Next, he convinced his parents to move to a suburban villa by himself.
Since receiving Li Yan's phone call that day, he hasn't called again. The protector he said didn't see what Zhao Huangtian's name was, and he didn't come to the door.
Everything seems calm.
She Anqisheng cooks a meal every day, realizes her dreams, practices boxing, and guns, and her days are monotonous and fulfilling.
This calmed his heart. All the depressions and distractions in the past were purified in this sweaty punch and foot.
Only then did he deeply feel the power of his ability.
I realized that Master Wang Honglin's boxing skills allowed him to have a better understanding of Ba Jiquan and other boxing techniques. The control of Dandan's strength allowed medicinal diet to be fully exerted in his body.
And the twenty-four hours that he dreamed of himself every day allowed him to use him for two or even three days a day.
He hasn't seen a military training camp, but he is convinced that he can't make slower progress than a military training camp.
Sorry, none of this is known.
Only the data panel in his perspective records his progress bit by bit.
I was like this, more than twenty days passed in a hurry.
On this day, An Qisheng was cooking medicine and suddenly received a call from his mother:
"Qiqi, it's Chinese New Year tomorrow, don't you come back to see your mother?"
"New Year tomorrow?"
Luan Qisheng was shocked. It turned out that the new year had arrived.
After getting my mother's phone call, An Qisheng was still unhurried, took a medicated diet, hit a set of eight pole fists, and carried a large gun for an hour.
After washing, I walked out of the villa.
的 One day before the new year, God was not idle, a heavy snow covered Xing Cheng with silver clothes, and Song Berlin outside the villa was even whiter.
Wu Yin was still in the snow, An Qisheng didn't drive, so he walked around and walked home.
Maybe it's near the end of the year, or it's because it's still in the suburbs and it's still snowing. On the way, there are almost no pedestrians or vehicles, and only the traffic lights are still holding their posts.
Lu Anqisheng walked three or four miles away without seeing a few people.
When walking alone in the open suburbs of the city, An Qisheng had a different taste in his heart.
His body is loose and slack, and his pace does not seem to be hurried. Ordinary people don't look special.
But if you are a master of boxing, you can see that he has deliberately walked in the most energy-intensive way.
When I was together, I included eight pole fists, and worked hard.
"Unfortunately, I still can't do as casually as Master Wang."
In the snow, An Qisheng was still pondering his own shortcomings.
The study of kung fu needs the guidance of famous teachers, otherwise not only will there be no progress, but it will also hurt the bones.
But he already has a boxing disciple, and a master boxing master shows him the mystery of boxing without reservation. He naturally knows where he lacks and where he needs to improve.
It's like when you are solving a problem, you put the complete problem-solving steps and problem-solving ideas in front of you, even if you don't know the solution, you can copy it out.
However, An Qisheng does not want to imitate, but to realize what belongs to him deeper.
嘀 ~~~
A sharp car horn sounded on the open road, a silver-grey off-road gallop came, and suddenly stopped suddenly in parallel with An Qisheng.
The wheels equipped with snow chains rubbed against the ground under the snow for a while, and stopped more than 30 meters in front of An Qisheng.
She Anqisheng shook her head, fortunately, there was no car on the road, otherwise this was the beginning of a serial car accident.
Click!
An Ansheng kept at his feet and swept slightly to see a tall woman in the open door come out.
The woman wore big sunglasses, covered half of her pretty face, and wore a black cardigan sweater and a pair of black short boots under her gray coat.
Good woman.
Wu Anqisheng could not help but sigh.
虽然 Although he doesn't have his own one-meter-nine-meter man, he is also close to one-meter-eight. This woman with short boots does not need him to be much lower.
If you wear high heels, that's fine.
"Are you An Qisheng? Bajiquan is not bad. I got an interest in one shot together. This is a secret effort."
挑 Tall woman with hands around her chest, her words are clean and clear:
"My name is Wang Zhixuan. I am here to make a deal with you."
Lu Anqisheng stopped and could feel that the eyes under the wide sunglasses were looking at herself:
"You are also from the Wang family?"
Wang Zhixuan didn't answer, took a long step to open the trunk of the off-road vehicle, and raised a tall man with one hand from it.
The man's two-legged noodle-like puppets were pulled in midair, covered with blood stains, and his rough face had a black hole in his eye.
"Zhao Huangtian?"
Wu Anqisheng frowned slightly, guessing the identity of the man from the familiar features of the man.
"Zhao Huangtian, 34 years old this year, is a second-level member of the Beggars. He turned himself in. He was abducted by a human trafficker at an early age. He later joined the Beggars. Forty-three people are fierce. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com "
Wang Zhixuan held Zhao Huangtian, who weighed more than a hundred pounds, with a calm expression and a cold face:
"I started from Modu and chased him for over a thousand kilometers all the way. I fought five times in 26 days. The first time I made a move, the second time I broke his left index finger, and the third time I broke his ribs. Abandoned him one time and four times, and the fifth time he broke his spine dragon! "
噗通!
As soon as the woman let go, Zhao Huangtian's muddy body smashed in front of An Qisheng, and blood dripped on the red snow.
"Good woman."
Yan Anqisheng's eyelids jumped.
Zhao Huangtiantangtang turned his strength into a dead dog by this woman.
At this time, he also knew why Wang Anfeng and Li Yan hadn't contacted him this month. There is no need to worry about such a fierce woman.
"I left him to change your bajiquan."
The woman stepped on one step before, and the heel was nailed on Zhao Huangtian's palm.
"Zhao Huangtian, with energy control of the body, you will bleed so much blood? Open your eyes when you wake up, or don't ask for another trick!"
"Ha, ha ha! Ha ha!"
In the deep and painful moan of depression, Zhao Huangtian opened his eyes full of resentment and looked at Wang Zhixuan, who was condescending:
"A trick, if you want, I'll give it to you! Wang Zhixuan, you beat me this time, not because you are smarter than me, but because I got hurt in the second-hand palace first!"
"Miyaji!"
King Wang Xuan snorted coldly, a little at his feet, and kicked Zhao Huangtian to death:
"The Barking of the Lost Dog!"
"This is indeed Zhao Huangtian."
An Qisheng, who heard the conversation between the two, nodded, confirming Zhao Huangtian's identity:
"But Bajiquan, I can't give it to you."