Great Dao Ji

Bright, dark, transformation, elixir, gang, god!

An Qisheng was listening attentively. These six realms were somewhat similar to his previous life in his dream, but he didn't know if it was a coincidence.

Before he got sick, his strength was close to entering the dark, and he was considered the best among his peers.

Unfortunately, after getting sick, he didn't lose his kung fu, but it was almost lost.

"Alas."

Seeing his son's slightly gloomy face in the rearview mirror, An Jianzhong sighed.

He was the instructor of the Xingcheng Law Enforcement Brigade. He had trained countless law enforcement team members. He had seen many talented ones, but few were stronger than his son.

If he hadn't gotten this disease, it would not be impossible for him to achieve the transition from dark to transformation in his lifetime.

"Because of this martial arts expo, there are many martial arts enthusiasts who have come to Xingcheng for tourism in recent days. I will participate in security in a while. Don't run around by yourself."

An Jianzhong stepped on the accelerator and rushed out, driving towards the Xingcheng Martial Arts Hall.

"I know."

An Qisheng nodded.

People who practice martial arts have strong blood and energy. When a group of people get together, it is easy to cause problems.

There have been many people who have caused trouble at martial arts expositions over the years. Even instructors like An Jianzhong have been pulled over to do security. It can be seen that the leaders of Xingcheng are also very nervous.

"There are big figures in this martial arts exposition. I am just going to go through the motions."

An Jianzhong said casually.

"Big figures? Which big figures?"

An Qisheng was a little curious.

"Confidentiality regulations."

An Jianzhong said while crossing several street corners with ease.

Soon he stopped in front of the martial arts hall.

At this time, the martial arts exposition had not yet been held, but there were already crowds of people outside. If An Jianzhong had not been a security guard and walked through the internal passage, he would not have been able to get in.

"It's still early, go and take a look first."

As soon as he got off the car, An Jianzhong's cell phone rang.

"Go quickly."

An Qisheng waved at him and walked towards the martial arts hall.

He was born and raised in Xingcheng. He had been to Xingcheng Martial Arts Hall countless times, so he certainly didn't need to be accompanied.

Xingcheng Martial Arts Hall was built in 9506 Kaiyuan, more than 300 years ago, and it was considered one of the earliest martial arts halls built in Daxuan.

Otherwise, with Xingcheng's specifications, it would not be its turn to hold a martial arts expo.

An Qisheng walked into the martial arts hall slowly. In the wide hall were statues of famous martial artists and boxers in Xingcheng over the past 300 years.

There were also some manuscripts and personal belongings left by them during their lifetime placed in the exhibition hall.

At this time, the expo had not started yet, and there were only some staff members in the hall tidying up the decorations.

An Jianzhong was also somewhat famous in Xingcheng, and most of these staff members knew An Qisheng. Although the expo was about to start, they did not mean to drive him away.

"Now, it's time to verify my idea."

An Qisheng took a few glances and walked towards the exhibition hall.

Walking into the exhibition hall, the staff member who was wiping the display board raised his head: "Qi Sheng, are you here with your father?"

"Yes, my father is busy, I'm just walking around."

An Qisheng smiled and greeted.

"I have work to do, so I won't entertain you. There are a lot of things from the Martial Arts General Hall in the exhibition hall these two days. Be careful and don't touch them."

The staff member said.

"Don't worry, Brother Zhao."

An Qisheng nodded.

The reason why he dragged his father here early in the morning was because once the martial arts expo started, all the exhibition halls had to be locked, and even he couldn't touch them.

"By the way, Brother Zhao, is there Mr. Gu's exhibition hall here?"

After walking two steps, An Qisheng pretended to be nonchalant and asked.

"Mr. Gu's exhibition hall is separate. It is not open to the public before the expo starts. Even all the cleaning and tidying up are done by people from the Magic City. We can't get close."

Brother Zhao shook his head.

"Then I won't bother Brother Zhao."

An Qisheng frowned slightly and walked into the depths of the exhibition hall.

I plan to find a martial arts master to test my idea first, and then talk about the next thing.

The booths of Xingcheng martial arts masters are arranged on both sides of the exhibition hall, and the ones close to the outside are too familiar with them, so An Qisheng skipped them directly.

A few minutes later, he stopped in front of a booth, and his eyes were fixed on the portraits placed on this booth:

[Wang Honglin, male, Han nationality, unknown place of origin, Kaiyuan 9480-9510 Mr. Wang has been upright and upright all his life, and hates evil. He has reached the pinnacle of martial arts, especially the ancient Xinyiquan, Dragon and Tiger Grabbing Hand, Dragon Roar Iron Cloth Shirt, Hate Heaven Fist, Iron Palm, Bajiquan, Liuhe Big Spear]

"Is this Bajiquan?!"

An Qisheng's pupils shrank.

Bajiquan is the boxing style of his previous life. There is actually one in this world? !

"Wang Honglin, Wang Honglin"

An Qisheng repeated it several times, forcibly suppressing the boiling in his heart, and reached out from the exhibition stand to pick up the manuscript left by the martial arts master before his death.

He wanted to confirm it finally.

This life and his previous life have overlapped, such as Taoist Laozi, Buddhist Sakyamuni, Peng Zu, Chen Tuan, Zhang Sanfeng, and it doesn't seem strange to have Bajiquan.

But An Qisheng's heart couldn't help but beat.

Shua~

Gently flipping open, the first line of words came into view, and An Qisheng's heart was shaken, as if there were huge waves!

Chinese characters!

Or traditional characters!

At this time, he was extremely sure that this Wang Honglin really came from his previous life in his dream!

Because Xuanwen and Chinese characters are two different writing systems.

[This is not the world I live in. In this world, there is no Qing Dynasty, no Ming Dynasty, no Qin Shi Huang and Han Wudi! ]

[Why did I come to this world? How should I go back? ]

[Master Li, father, mother, Ping'er, God, you took everything from me! ]

On the old pages, An Qisheng saw the anxiety, fear, and final crazy catharsis of a man who had just arrived in a foreign world.

"Wang Honglin is different from me. He suddenly came to the Great Xuan three hundred years ago!"

Scanning through the pages, An Qisheng's questions were not answered, but more and more doubts.

Why did he come to this world?

How many time travelers are there like Wang Honglin?

"Huh!"

An Qisheng let out a long breath, his eyes fixed on the manuscript in his hand. In his perspective, the data panel reappeared:

[Wang Honglin (9480-9510)]

Buzz~

Almost in an instant, the panel shattered.

Countless scattered streams of light flew and danced in An Qisheng's perspective, gradually outlining a picture of a sky full of stars.

Under An Qisheng's gaze, countless stars all moved closer and closer to him.

"Does that gap still exist?"

An Qisheng watched nervously. This not only concerned the secrets of his previous life, but also determined his life and death in this life.

Huh~

Suddenly, the picture composed of countless "stars" shook, and began to twist and disappear like he observed Gu Changfeng!

"Still not working?"

Looking at the twisted and disappearing "stars", An Qisheng felt cold in his heart.

Buzz~~~

Just when An Qisheng was about to give up, suddenly in his perspective, large characters flashing with light jumped out.

Those large characters jumped forward like elves, like a magpie bridge, spanning the invisible gap and connecting to a star!

Wilderness, scorched earth, vicious dogs fighting over corpses, ancient city, courtyard, old trees

The illusory scene gradually became real, and An Qisheng felt as if his eyes had crossed time and space and saw the Great Xuan three hundred years ago.

"The Divine Fist is the only one who can beat it, and the Eight Extremes King Hong is here!"