Ming, An, Hua, Dan, Gang, Shen!

An Qisheng listened with rapt attention. These six realms were somewhat similar to his previous life in his dreams, but he didn't know if it was a coincidence.

Before he got sick, his *jin* (refined force) was already close to entering the *an* (hidden force) realm, making him one of the top practitioners among his peers.

Unfortunately, after getting sick, his *gongfu* (skill) was as good as gone, even though he hadn't lost it entirely.

"Sigh."

Seeing the slightly dim look on his son's face in the rearview mirror, An Jianzhong sighed inwardly.

He was an instructor in the Xing City Law Enforcement Brigade and had trained countless law enforcement officers. He had seen many talented individuals, but few were stronger than his son.

If it weren't for this illness, it might have been possible for him to reach the *hua* (transformation) realm in his lifetime.

"Because of this martial arts expo, many martial arts enthusiasts have been traveling to Xing City recently. I will be involved in security later, so don't run around by yourself."

An Jianzhong stepped on the gas and sped off towards the Xing City Martial Arts Hall.

"I know."

An Qisheng nodded.

Martial arts practitioners have vigorous blood and *qi* (vital energy), and when a group of them gathers together, it is easy for problems to arise.

There have been many troublemakers at martial arts expos over the years. Even instructors like An Jianzhong were being pulled in for security, showing how nervous the Xing City leaders were.

"There are big shots sitting in town at this martial arts expo. I'm just going through the motions."

An Jianzhong said casually.

"Big shots? Which big shots?"

An Qisheng was a little curious.

"Confidentiality regulations."

An Jianzhong said as he skillfully navigated through several blocks.

Before long, they stopped in front of the Martial Arts Hall.

At this time, the martial arts expo had not yet opened, but the outside was already crowded with people. If An Jianzhong hadn't been an internal security officer, they wouldn't have been able to get in.

"It's still early, go take a look around yourself."

As soon as he got out of the car, An Jianzhong's phone rang.

"Go ahead."

An Qisheng waved his hand at him and walked towards the Martial Arts Hall.

He was a native of Xing City and had been to the Xing City Martial Arts Hall countless times, so he didn't need anyone to accompany him.

The Xing City Martial Arts Hall was built in the 9506th year of Kaiyuan and has been around for more than three hundred years, making it one of the earliest martial arts halls built in the Great Xuan Dynasty.

Otherwise, Xing City wouldn't have been chosen to host the martial arts expo, given its scale.

An Qisheng walked slowly into the Martial Arts Hall. In the wide hall were statues of famous martial artists and great masters from Xing City over the past three hundred years.

There were also some of their manuscripts and personal items on display in the exhibition hall.

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

An Jianzhong was somewhat famous in Xing City, and most of the staff members knew An Qisheng. Although the expo was about to begin, they didn't intend to drive him away.

"Now is the time to verify my thoughts."

An Qisheng glanced around and walked towards the exhibition hall.

Walking into the exhibition hall, a staff member who was wiping an exhibition plaque looked up: "Qisheng, did you come with your dad?"

"Yeah, my dad is busy, I'm just wandering around."

An Qisheng greeted him with a smile.

"I have work to do, so I won't entertain you. There are many items from the martial arts headquarters on display in the exhibition hall these past two days, so be careful and don't touch anything."

The staff member instructed him.

"Don't worry, Brother Zhao."

An Qisheng nodded.

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

"By the way, Brother Zhao, is there an exhibition hall for Mr. Gu?"

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

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

Brother Zhao shook his head.

"Then I won't bother you, Brother Zhao."

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

He planned to first test his ideas with a fist technique master, and then talk about what to do next.

The exhibition stands were lined up on both sides. The ones near the outside were the exhibition stands of Xing City martial arts masters, which An Qisheng was too familiar with, so he skipped them.

A few minutes later, he stopped in front of an exhibition stand and stared fixedly at the portrait displayed on the stand:

Wang Honglin, male, Han nationality, unknown origin, Kaiyuan 9480-9510... Mr. Wang was upright and honest throughout his life and hated evil. His fist techniques and external skills reached the pinnacle, especially the ancient Xin Yi Quan (Heart and Mind Fist), Longhu Qinna Shou (Dragon and Tiger Capturing Hand), Longyin Tiebushan (Dragon's Roar Iron Shirt), Hentian Quan (Hate the Heavens Fist), Tie Zhang (Iron Palm), Bajiquan (Eight Extremities Fist), Liuhe Daqiang (Six Harmonies Great Spear)...】

"This is... Bajiquan?!"

An Qisheng's pupils shrank.

Bajiquan was his fist technique from his previous life. Does it actually exist in this world?!

"Wang Honglin, Wang Honglin..."

An Qisheng muttered to himself, forcibly suppressing the boiling in his heart, and reached out to pick up the manuscript left by this fist technique master during his lifetime from the exhibition stand.

He wanted to finally confirm.

This world and his previous life already had overlaps, such as Taoist Laozi, Buddhist Sakyamuni, Pengzu, Chen Tuan, Zhang Sanfeng, and another Bajiquan didn't seem strange.

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

Swish~

Gently opening it, the first line of words came into view, and An Qisheng's heart was greatly shaken, as if there was a monstrous wave!

Chinese characters!

Still traditional characters!

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

Because, Xuanwen (Mystic Script) and Chinese characters are two different writing systems.

This is not the world I am in. This world has no Qing Dynasty, no Ming Dynasty, no Qin Emperor and Han Emperor!]

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

Teacher Li, father, mother, Ping'er... God, you have taken everything from me!]

.......

On the old pages, An Qisheng saw a man's unease, fear, and final crazy venting when he first came to another world.

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

Page after page, the questions in An Qisheng's mind were not answered, but instead there were more and more doubts.

Why could he come to this world?

How many other transmigrators are there like Wang Honglin?

"Hoo!"

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

Wang Honglin (9480-9510)]

Buzz~

Almost instantly, the panel shattered.

Countless scattered streamers flew wildly in An Qisheng's vision, gradually outlining a picture of a sky full of stars.

Under An Qisheng's gaze, the countless stars pulled closer to him, closer and closer.

"Does that ravine still exist?"

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

Whoosh~

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

"Still can't do it?"

Looking at the twisting and disappearing "stars," An Qisheng's heart was ice-cold.

Buzz~~~

Just when An Qisheng was about to give up, in his vision, big characters flashing with streamers suddenly jumped out.

The big characters jumped and pounced like elves, like a magpie bridge, spanning the invisible ravine and connecting to a star!

Wilderness, scorched earth, stray dogs fighting for corpses, ancient city, small courtyard, old tree...

The illusory picture gradually became real, and An Qisheng only felt that his gaze seemed to span time and space, seeing the Great Xuan three hundred years ago.

"Peerless Divine Fist, Bajiquan Wang Honglin!"