Vol 2 Chapter 482: impending

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This young man is Su Jie.
Su Jie's temperament is outstanding, and in An Qisheng's eyes, it is Zhong Ling Liuxiu, the clock of luck, such a person, all are all the tide of the times, the son of the luck.
It is not difficult to understand that if the magnetic field of the earth and the earth are compared to countless lines in vertical, horizontal, and vertical directions, then Su Jie is the node at the intersection of vertical and horizontal.
Such a person, who is in politics, can govern a province, and is a big official in the Xinjiang, if he can use his strength, he will not know even further. The idioms, and the flash of light, can easily complete the topics that others have never studied for life. Research giant.
The same goes for Xi Wu.
In fact, in the trajectory that An Qisheng has seen, this Su Jie will be a generation of great masters who inherited the past three hundred years after Gu Changfeng.
This is not a grandmaster as honored as seeing God, but an analogy to the grandmaster of Xuanxing history.
Outstanding hero.
How terrible such a character can be seen from the many legends left by Gu Changfeng's ghost in the human world, which is certainly due to the fact that he is carrying a picture of fragments.
Its own talent cannot be ignored.
Su Jie also has such potential.
Of course, force majeure cannot be encountered in this process.
For example, An Qisheng shot at this time.
Under such circumstances, even if the two star giants of Xuanxing, the army, the sea, the air, and the three million troops are able to protect him, it will not help.
He was going to kill, and no one could stop him.
Of course, he has always been a peaceful person, and he will never do anything for no reason.
"you......"
Su Jie's hair covered by An Qisheng's eyes looked like a little white rabbit stared at by a dragon, and his heart could not help shaking.
But even so, he undulated his chest a few times and still stretched out his hands to hold An Qisheng's hand:
"Mr. Ann, I have not thanked you for your life-saving grace."
Of course he knew An Qisheng.
Not to mention the life-saving grace of the outskirts of Luocheng more than a year ago, just the shocking battle on Wudang Mountain half a year ago made him unforgettable.
He did not expect that when he came back to Luocheng, he came across this great grandmaster standing at the pinnacle of the world.
Become a man taller than Everest by his own coach Porter.
"How are you going to thank me?"
An Qisheng let go of his hand and watched a strange ripple appear in Su Jie's eyes.
Anyone who can easily meet the invincible seniors in the world should be said to be a child of luck for a while?
Su Jie has no secrets in his eyes.
This young man had only been involved in Neijia Boxing for more than two years, and he didn’t even have a teacher. He just randomly applied for a summer vacation training in a martial arts school. Real thing.
Afterwards, he met the second-hand leader of Dao Xuan's begging society and saw Potter, the martial artist, and entered the threshold of martial arts.
In less than three years, it has already gone dark.
Such an encounter is naturally more than a coincidence.
"what?"
Su Jie was stunned for a moment, as if he did not expect An Qisheng to say so.
"I've been a servant all the way, and since I ran into it, let me have a meal."
An Qisheng smiled slightly, pacing towards the breakfast shop not far from the road.
Su Jie was a little lost. He remembered Potter telling him that seeing the warrior would not eat grains indiscriminately, only taking the special medicine, nutrient solution, and even digging the valley from time to time, only drinking clear water.
How is this...
He was full of doubts, but he quickly followed up. The pace of the former, in his view, contained a lot of martial arts principles, no matter how to move, he could not keep up with him when he walked quickly.
Los Angeles people, love soup.
Beef soup, mutton soup, donkey soup, tofu soup, meatball soup, spicy soup, can be said to be a wide variety.
At this time it was just dawning, and a thick spicy soup almost covered the whole city of Luocheng.
An Qisheng randomly found a roadside stall, ordered a bowl of spicy soup, two pieces of meat, steamed buns, and served with a small dish of sauerkraut.
Simple, yet, full of color and fragrance.
Such a simple breakfast, in his memory, has not been eaten for hundreds of years.
At this time, she was wearing buns and drinking spicy soup, only to feel calm.
The meal style is open-mouthed, and it is nice to say that Dan Pinggu is good. In fact, the fairy has an appetite. Although he can swallow the wind and exhale, he does not have to be taboo, and he can’t even eat incense on earth.
"Mr. Ann, I heard that a warrior like you has already eaten grains, how are you?"
Su Jiexin had questions and asked directly.
"What do you eat if you don't eat grains? If you practice boxing, you can't just look at nutrition, nutritious meals, and Pi Gu Dan. It looks good, but it doesn't taste good."
An Qisheng slowly chewed the buns, and said after eating the next one:
"Human law, earth law, heaven law, nature law, nature law, boxing method is like this, it goes down to adults, and turns into immortals. The sun rises and the sunset, the moon is full, the tide rises and falls, and the wind blows away. There is nothing necessary for this What should be."
"Dao law is natural..."
Su Jie thoughtfully.
"Confucius said that he is more than seventy years old, and he can do whatever he wants. This rule is the rule of heaven, and also his own rule..."
An Qi raised his hand, and the chopsticks were already on Su Jie's neck.
"Mr. Ann!"
Su Jie was shocked, but only felt his hands and feet were numb, and could not move all over his body. His dark energy had already reached the hair of his limbs.
But there was no sudden shot that could sense An Qisheng.
"However, this rule is not a rule in the ordinary sense..."
An Qisheng said, he picked his chopsticks slightly, and he raised his head involuntarily:
"At this time, what do you want to do most?"
It was at this time that the sun was flowing down, and the refraction through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the tall building shone on Su Jie's eyes.
The morning sun is not so dazzling, but looking directly at the sun still inevitably makes the eyes sour, but Su Jie couldn't close his eyes, and soon two lines of tears shed:
"Want to blink and close your eyes."
"Sunrise and sunset are the rules of heaven and earth. Your eyes are sour. If you want to blink, it is your own rules. Others, such as eating when you are hungry and resting when you are sleepy, are all rules."
An Qisheng put down his chopsticks and said lightly:
"You practiced a lot, there were Shaolin foreign boxing, Wudang inner boxing, military killing boxing, and Western boxing, but no matter what kind of boxing, foreigners and domestics, after all, were human boxing, not immortal. Fist.
You have to obey, rely on, and obey. It is also the rules of the body. When it hurts, it is not right. Disgust, that is, chaos, joy, is correct. "
The two worlds are human beings and travel across the three realms. He has learned so much. There is no one can compare with him from ancient to modern times. His understanding of boxing has far exceeded Su Jie at this time.
Boxing, no matter the home or the home, to practice well, you must immerse yourself in it. You need to invest in it. This investment is not only a mental investment, but also a physical one.
The spirit needs happiness, the body also needs.
Practicing fist in the mood to make the body happy, it is the fist that enters the door.
'Uh......'
I asked myself, why did you say so much?
Su Jie wiped the corners of her eyes, thinking a bit, but also bitterly smiling:
"So, what about the rules of heaven?"
"It depends on what rules you have learned from the world."
An Qisheng took the last bun without any hassle and wiped his hands. When Su Jie was still stunned, he said another sentence:
"Remember to pay the bill."
Su Jie looked up and couldn't help but yell:
"Mr. Ann, why are you telling me this?"
An Qi paced forward and did not look back:
"Then, naturally I follow my heart."
"Follow my heart..."
Su Jie continued to chew this sentence in his mouth, seeming to have something in his heart, as if he didn't understand anything.
After a long time, the spicy soup in front of him was not steaming before he recovered.
An Qisheng was no longer visible, but he inadvertently swept it, and he saw the table, I don’t know when there was a sign of acacia.
It seemed to portray an open door.
Exquisite workmanship, portraying the wonderful.
What did An Qisheng lose?
No, how could such a grandmaster throw things, even if a dust pulls them down, they can feel it.
So, this is what he left to himself?
Su Jie's thoughts rose into his mind, and the ghost messenger reached out and picked up the Huaimu sign.
Start cold, straight into the heart and spleen.
Su Jie only felt a trance in her heart and could not help but clenched this Huaimu sign:
"this is......."
.......
Northwest mountains.
In the silver-white base hall, a group of people walked hurriedly. Wang Zhixuan, Qinglong, White Tiger, Prisoner and others all looked dignifiedly at the full screen projector in front of them.
All the high-ranking members of the Special Service Bureau were silent as well.
"Simulation of three-phase bombs to destroy the zombie king....The success rate is 16.9%, the reason for possible failure..."
"Simulation of space-based weapons to destroy the zombie king......... 11.2% success rate, the reason for possible failure..."
"Simulation of genetic weapons to destroy the zombie king... the success rate is 10.3%, the reason for possible failure..."
".......failure......"
...
In the empty hall, the artificial sound of Ying Long's cold synthesis sounded continuously.
Every time its sound sounded, everyone's face in the hall was dignified, because every time the sound sounded, it represented their plan's failure.
"All right!"
Qinglong snorted and stopped speaking when Long suddenly stopped.
"Hundreds of destruction plans, the biggest success rate is only 50%..."
Qinglong's face was solemn, and a trace of weakness rose in his heart.
He rarely had such powerlessness in his life, but this monster, beyond their imagination, seemed to be impossible to destroy.
"Qinglong, if there is no better plan."
Bai Hu lowered his head and said softly: "It's not impossible that 50%..."
"impossible!"
Before he finished, Qinglong waved his hand and interrupted it: "All the weapons in the plan are extremely harmful. Without 80%, no, and 90%, we must not act lightly!"
"It seems that it can only be put into space and destroyed by the sun."
The prisoner cow looked at the scarlet words on the projection screen, his eyes narrowed.
"No."
This time, Wang Zhixuan waved his hand and refused:
"The uncertainty of 50% is too great. If you can't destroy it, the seal will be burned, and the problem will be too big."
Wang Zhixuan also had a slight headache.
Since learning about the existence of the zombie kings, until now, Ying Long has mentioned how many plans, but there is no plan that can increase the success rate to more than 50%.
And 50% is a success or not. For gamblers, of course they can gamble, but for them, it is not.
A failure, the consequences will be terrifying.
The events of the Xiya Mountains are enough to shock the world.
And she is more worried, but it is Mars...
What kind of monster is that that caused the sky and dust storms to make the whole Mars almost burn?
"If you send it to Mars and detonate an antimatter bomb at the same time?"
Someone suggested.
"An anti-matter bomb has not yet been tested, and something has gone wrong. I'm afraid the problem will be greater, and its power may not be able to destroy the zombie king."
It was suggested that there would naturally be objections.
"How do you know if you don't give it a try? This is one of the two programs with the highest success rate. Our reserves are enough to clean the half of Mars."
"What if it doesn't work?"
In the hall, a group of high-level executives became more and more excited, and their hearts were suppressed for too long, and they could not vent. At this time, one by one, like fairy tale gunpowder barrels, they exploded.
"Okay, let's talk about it later. We know too little about this zombie king. One day later, we may be a little more confident and wait for Yinglong's follow-up plan."
Qinglong shook his head and refused.
He rubbed his temples, a little tired:
"First hand over the simulation results of the plan, if you agree with the above..."
It is a matter of great importance. It is not easy to make a decision. Even, even with a success rate as high as 90%, it will not be them who actually give the destruction order.
Of course, the big reason is that they have only one chance.
If it fails, it will be a more terrible disaster than three hundred years ago.
"Yes."
The projection was closed, and all the senior members of the special service bureau also dispersed.
In place, only Qinglong, White Tiger and Wang Zhixuan were left.
"It's only been a month..."
After the crowd retreated, Ying Long's electronic synthesis sounded again:
"To be precise, thirty-six days, twelve hours, eight minutes, and forty-three seconds."
‘Yinglong’ said that it was the time when the seal of the golden coffin was aging, or that the zombie king was out of trouble
"Be prepared at all times."
Wang Zhixuan glanced at Qinglong:
"It's up to you to do the project. I don't worry about Xueshan. I'm going to stare."
"Go."
Qinglong sat on a chair, covering his face with his hands, unable to conceal his tiredness:
"One month, one month..."
.......
An Qisheng only stayed with his parents in Xingcheng for two weeks.
Had to leave.
For many parents, the day a child does not go to school, he becomes an adult.
Now that you are an adult, you will naturally start a family.
Therefore, An Qisheng didn't enjoy the warmth of his family for a few days, he met his parents' forced marriage...
At this point, he also expected, but also a little crying and laughing.
But marriage is naturally impossible.
He doesn't cultivate heavenly path, he still has seven emotions and six desires, but getting married is unnecessary for him.
Marriage is just a combination of mutual support, inheritance of future generations, leaving traces of yourself in the world.
But for An Qisheng, this is not the case.
According to his cultivation today and today, even if there is no progress at all, even if he is in this mysterious land of Xuanxing, he can still live for thousands of years.
Twenty years for a generation~EbookFREE.me~ A millennium is five hundred generations!
What's more, some female practitioners in the human world don't get into his eyes, let alone the eyebrows and eyebrows on the Xuanxing, but in his eyes, they are just a pile of vulgar powder of carbohydrates.
But there is no of filial piety in the world, nor can he influence his parents' thoughts by means.
So, after spending a few days at home, he left again.
Of course, he left, in addition to this matter, the more important reason is naturally the zombie king.
He did not forget the time when the emperor's eleven thirteenth, the zombie king's warriors escaped.
After so long, it is also time to meet this zombie king.
By the way, solve the problem.
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