Great Dao Ji

The two looked at each other and knew what each other was thinking.

"If Mu Longcheng were to come, the forum would have exploded long ago."

An Qisheng said, taking out his notebook and logging into the Law Enforcement Warrior Forum.

For more than half a month, apart from practicing boxing and spending time in the library, he had not logged into the law enforcer forum much.

Sure enough, as he opened the forum, the bright red pinned post at the top of the forum read, 'Mu Longcheng Visits Xuan'!

"Sure enough, it's here."

Liu Xian also came over, his face solemn.

An Qisheng clicked on the post and found that it was posted just three hours ago. The number of replies had exceeded 100, and many warriors in Qianshui had been bombarded.

Mu Longcheng is the best boxer in the world today, equivalent to Gu Changfeng's status three hundred years ago.

His every move is of greatest concern to the martial arts community.

"What on earth does Mu Longcheng want to do? If you are a good beggar, he will make you miserable. How dare you come to Daxuan!"

Liu Xian looked disgusted and sneered again and again:

"If you dare to come to Daxuan this time, I'm afraid you won't be able to go back!"

In the past thirty years, Mu Longcheng has caused troubles outside Daxuan, and his shadow is even behind the wars in several small countries.

Countless people hated him with gnashing of teeth, but no one could do anything to him.

"Seeing that a god-level warrior is already able to seek good fortune and avoid evil, and can secretly sense the danger against him, it is not easy to kill him."

An Qisheng shook his head.

After joining the Law Enforcement Warriors Forum, he gained a deeper understanding of Mu Long City.

This contemporary No. 1 in the world had already reached the state of seeing gods and being indestructible as mentioned by Gu Changfeng as early as thirty years ago, and his boxing skills were able to connect with gods.

In the past thirty years, it has become increasingly unfathomable.

Everyone knew that he was looking for a way forward, but no one knew how far he had gone.

Some people say that he has already surpassed Gu Changfeng three hundred years ago and has become the person with the highest level of boxing skills in the history.

"There are limits to pursuing good fortune and avoiding misfortune! Naturally, no one in Mu Longcheng can do anything to him in the Empire where the sun never sets, but that is not necessarily the case in Daxuan."

Liu Xian snorted.

An Qisheng stopped talking and just browsed the content of the post. According to the poster, Mu Longcheng would arrive in Daxuan territory at most tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

The apparent purpose of Mu Longcheng's visit this time was for the exchange of martial arts between the two countries, but in fact no one knew that the visitor was evil.

The speeches in the forum can be considered to be a raging public sentiment, if not to say that it is outrageous.

Daxuan was one of the two extremes in the world, a country of martial arts, and the number one in the world was a foreigner. This originally made many people unwilling to accept him. In addition, the Begging Society was violent and had many enemies all over the world.

Even though there were already many law enforcement warriors from all over the world, they set off for the first stop of Mulong City.

Wudang Mountain is one of the Taoist holy places that has been passed down for thousands of years.

"A storm is coming."

Looking at the speeches of the great boxers on the forum, An Qisheng sighed a little.

A single thought can make a storm rise. This Mu Longcheng is worthy of its status as the best in the world.

"Brother Liu, are you going to Wudang Mountain?"

An Qisheng glanced at Liu Xian.

"this"

Liu Xian looked a little hesitant. He obviously wanted to join in the fun, but it was not easy for him to get on Wang Zhixuan's line.

After hesitating for a moment, he still shook his head: "I'd better wait until my daughter's business is finished before going."

"Then I'll go first. It would be a pity to miss such a grand event."

An Qisheng closed the notebook, his eyes flashing.

Originally, according to his plan, he would visit these boxing masters one by one, famous experts from each school.

But when Mu Long City comes, famous boxers from Daxuan, masters from various factions, and even military masters may come.

I don't know how much time he saved.

Thinking about it this way, Mu Longcheng's visit to Xuan was actually a good thing for him.

"Then you should be careful along the way. This time when dragons and snakes gather in Wudang Mountain, it will be very dangerous."

Liu Xian warned.

"I understand."

An Qisheng nodded and began to pack his things.

He didn't pay many tributes, only had two changes of clothes, and several large packages of dried medicinal food.

When I was a child, I took Liu Xian's car to Xuanjing Airport and boarded a plane to Wudang Mountain.

After getting on the plane, An Qisheng discovered that there were many people from the martial arts community on this flight, and sitting next to him was a tall man with a strong back and a strong waist.

An Qisheng glanced at him. He saw that this big man was burly, with sharp eyes, slightly bulging temples, and large and long hands with inconspicuous signs of calluses falling off.

This is a symbol that practicing external martial arts is about to become internal.

"This is a master!"

An Qisheng sighed in his heart and slowly closed his eyes.

It takes more than two hours to get from Xuanjing to Wudang Mountain. This time cannot be wasted, so it is natural to fall asleep.

This time in Xuanjing, he came into contact with dozens of experts from all walks of life. It was certainly not an easy task to integrate their knowledge.

Therefore, An Qisheng never wastes any time.

The big man glanced at An Qisheng, then leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

The whole journey was silent, and more than two hours later, the plane landed at the airport closest to Wudang Mountain.

"Little brother also went to Wudang Mountain?"

On the ramp of getting off the plane, the big man who had been sitting next to An Qisheng suddenly spoke.

People who practice martial arts cannot hide their kung fu until they are transformed. When they walk, sit or lie down, they are different from ordinary people. Just as An Qisheng can see the depth of this big man at a glance, the big man can also see his level.

"It is estimated that many people on this flight are going to Wudang Mountain."

An Qisheng kept walking and answered casually.

"Young brother, you walk like a tiger or leopard, with strong shoulders and strong shoulders. You must be practicing external martial arts! You are so young, but you are amazing."

The two walked out of the airport one after the other, and the big man stretched out his hand:

"My name is Feng Mingtao, and I practice Xiangxingquan."

"An Qisheng, Bajiquan."

An Qisheng closed his eyes and stretched out his hand.

The two hands clasped.

Feng Mingtao moved his shoulders, his muscles rose, and the sleeves of his suit bulged. Waves of great power surged towards An Qisheng like a tide.

"What a great force!"

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows, and felt that his palm was like a vise, and his strength almost crushed his hand bones.

This big man named Feng Mingtao did not seem to have entered the dark, but the strength in his hand was extremely great.

Either he was born with supernatural power, or he had reached the pinnacle of external martial arts.

But no matter which type, such people are the most sturdy. In ancient times, they were the fierce generals who cut grass in the army.

Although it is not a hidden force, it is more fierce than the hidden force when it comes to fighting.

With a thought in his mind, An Qisheng did not resist it. While exerting force on his feet, his body rose and fell, as if sitting on a galloping horse.

While pressing and lifting his arms, his fingers exerted force slightly, which was the way of exerting force in the dragon and tiger grabbing.

"Grabbing hand?"

Feng Mingtao's eyes lit up, his muscles bulged high, and he was about to exert force, but he found that the palm he was holding was slipping away like a fish in the water.

"Two men shook hands for so long, others will doubt your and my sexual orientation."

An Qisheng joked.

"Have you entered the dark?"

Feeling the slight tingling on his palm, Feng Mingtao was a little surprised.

With his wrist and palm strength, as long as he was held, even a python would not be able to slip away, but at the last moment, An Qisheng's strength touched his tendons.

He had to let go.

"Not yet."

An Qisheng said, waving his hand to stop a taxi:

"It's time to go. If we go too late, we may not be able to find a place to stay."