Great Dao Ji

"Beggars' Association"

An Qisheng's eyes flickered.

If you hear the truth in the morning, you can die in the evening. Throughout the ages, how many people have known that the road ahead is bleak and still move forward. You can say they are stupid or paranoid.

Such people are extremely pure.

He thought that he could not do it to this extent, but he also admired such people in his heart.

Although this Potter was a foreigner, in his opinion, he was more like a great Xuan person than many great Xuan people.

"You are quite interesting. You are going to die soon, so why do you care about the power beyond the ordinary?"

Tong Zhengyang looked playful and had some interest.

He did not attack again. His physical strength was so precious. A dying person was not worth him attacking again.

After thinking for a while, he said calmly:

"I don't know about the so-called Kung Fu martial arts in your world, but martial arts are nothing more than polishing muscles, bones, skin, flesh, internal organs, marrow and blood through various means. If the body is almost the same, it can produce true qi. Once the true qi comes out, it is another world."

Here, he paused:

"Your body is more than enough to produce true qi, but unfortunately, this world does not have the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

The true qi is formed by the human body becoming stronger to a certain extent, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is integrated with its own internal strength. One part of it is in man, and nine parts are in heaven, and neither is indispensable.

Without the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, it is impossible to derive true qi.

It is precisely because there is no spiritual energy in this world that his true qi is getting less and less, and the injuries of his body have been unable to heal for a long time, and even every move consumes a lot of physical strength.

"Qi"

Porter muttered to himself.

He was not unfamiliar with the word qi. Although he was from the British Empire, he learned the orthodox boxing of Daxuan and had a deep understanding of Daxuan culture.

He knew that in the Daxuan culture, whether in the Buddhist or Confucian classics, the word "qi" is indispensable.

But for more than ten years, he has traveled all over Daxuan, Sanyin, Fuso, and South Korea and has not found any trace of "qi".

"Qi" does not seem to exist at all.

"True Qi"

An Qisheng wrote down Tong Zhengyang's words in his heart.

This mysterious man had no intention of passing on his skills, but he might not be unable to get it.

By then, we have to see if he really can't practice "qi".

"If the true qi is achieved, the meridians in the body can be outlined, and the heaven and earth are combined into one. If the true qi is infinite, the qi meridians will be achieved."

Tong Zhengyang said and waved his hand:

"It's useless to say more. You can find a grave by yourself, so that you don't have to expose your body in the wilderness."

This person's heart to seek the truth is quite strong, but it has nothing to do with him. He has no interest in wasting energy, nor does he mean to pass on his secrets to try.

Your future is cut off, what does it have to do with me?

"Thank you for clearing up my doubts."

Porter bowed slightly:

"May I ask your name?"

"Your kung fu is considered top-notch in this world, so you are qualified to know my name."

Tong Zhengyang replied indifferently:

"I am Tong Zhengyang."

"Tong Zhengyang"

Porter took a deep breath, turned and walked into the night, gradually going away.

Compared to when he came, his steps became slower, but there was a bit more unusual flavor.

Faintly, An Qisheng felt that Porter did not seem to die.

Thinking of this, he sighed in his heart.

Porter was already a great master who had achieved great strength and might even see the gods, but he was not this man's opponent. I am afraid that even if Mu Longcheng came, he would not be this man's opponent.

However, this Tong Zhengyang only needed to exert a little more strength to kill Porter on the spot, but he did not do so.

An Qisheng, who had seen his ruthless hands, couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart.

Then he thought about the fact that he had to swallow a handful of military ration pills before taking action.

Perhaps, his injuries were more serious than imagined.

"You seem to be quite interested in these?"

Tong Zhengyang's eyes fell on An Qisheng, smiling.

Contrary to what An Qisheng thought, although his serious injuries prevented him from exerting his full strength, he could still kill the white man with a little more strength.

It's just that he consumed too much energy and didn't want to waste his energy.

"Can you say it?"

An Qisheng patted his ragged clothes and didn't mean to ask.

"Hehe."

Tong Zhengyang swallowed a few more military ration pills, pinched his flat pocket, and said to himself:

"Not much left."

The sky was bright, and the morning dew was heavy under the night.

In the pickup truck beside the highway, Li Yan hadn't slept all night, and his eyes were red.

Squeak~

As the tires rubbed against the ground violently, Wang Anfeng pushed open the door and walked down, his face extremely ugly.

Knowing that Shi Xinlu and the other man were killed and An Qisheng's life and death were unknown, he didn't sleep all night.

Driving to chase after him.

"My sister called me and said that a dangerous person might sneak across the border and asked me to go back, but I refused."

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, his temples throbbing:

"I called Brother An. If he doesn't die, I will save him. If he dies, no matter who he is, I will kill him!"

"You are quite courageous. You dare to resist your sister."

Li Yan was amazed.

Wang Anfeng was different from him. He had lived under the protection of Wang Zhixuan since he was a child. He never dared to say anything when Wang Zhixuan said one thing, and never dared to go west when she asked him to go east.

Now he dared to disobey his sister's orders, which surprised him a little.

"If I return to China like this, how can I face Brother An's parents?"

Wang Anfeng's face was not good:

"We are all the same life. No one is higher than anyone else."

"You"

Li Yan rubbed his face and changed the subject helplessly:

"Dr. Wang's injury healed? Who is the dangerous person she said?"

"I don't know, just said that the person is extremely dangerous, and asked you and me to return home quickly."

Wang Anfeng shook his head and gritted his teeth:

"Don't change the subject. No matter what, I must find Brother An. I must see him alive or dead!"

"Mr. Li, Taiguo has confirmed that An Qisheng is not dead, and fell into the hands of the criminals who killed Masters Shi Xinlu and Shi Xinwu."

At this time, Wang Hu strode over and handed a laptop to Li Yan.

"Yeah."

Li Yan took the computer, and the surveillance videos were playing on it.

"Where is the person?"

Wang Anfeng squeezed over.

"This man in black"

Li Yan frowned and his heart skipped a beat:

"Anfeng, take a look, is this man in black the one we saw at your and my sister's place?"

"Which one?"

Wang Anfeng hadn't reacted yet.

Li Yan tapped the keyboard a few times, opened one of the surveillance videos, zoomed in, and pulled in:

"Look at this person, does he look like the mysterious person who caused heavy casualties in the Golden Eagle Country?"

"What?"

Wang Anfeng's face changed.

Just as he was about to say something, Li Yan's phone rang.

"Dr. Wang?"

Li Yan's face tightened and he answered the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Wang Zhixuan's voice was very cold:

"You all get out of here right now! What happens next is not something you can interfere with!"

She hung up the phone with just one sentence.

Wang Zhixuan knew that Li Yan was much smarter than her troublesome brother and knew what to do.

Sure enough, Wang Zhixuan just hung up the phone.

Wang Anfeng wanted to say something, but Li Yan backhanded a palm, knocked him unconscious, and dragged him into the car.

"Notify everyone, go!"

Li Yan's face was solemn.

He knew what kind of person Wang Zhixuan was. If she could make her so serious, the enemy might be beyond imagination.

On a mountain somewhere on the border between Yunnan and Myanmar, Wang Zhixuan's face was cold.

Since Fusang took a plane back to Daxuan, they also received the video of the police of Taiguo almost at the same time, and knew who that person was.

Gu Changsheng sat cross-legged on a big rock and just hung up a phone call.

"Porter is seriously injured."

Gu Changsheng's eyes were rippling:

"He should have seen that mysterious man."

"He will be found, Porter's injury"

Wang Zhixuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

She knew very well that a world-class master like Porter was mysterious and ordinary people could not find his traces at all.

Unless the injury was really serious.

Gu Changsheng looked a little strange:

"Not only was his trace discovered, he was hospitalized"