Over the past year, as his kung fu became more and more powerful, his spirit also underwent subtle changes.

His ability is also slowly changing.

But his disease has not been completely cured, and this panel always reminds him of this matter.

"I take Grand Master Wang Honglin as a reference. All the progress reaches 100, which is comparable to Wang Honglin at that time...

If you master the strength of the pill until seventy, you will become the power of the pill. If you have one hundred, you can hold the pill?”

An Qisheng had many thoughts in his mind.

Among the many data, what he cares most is actually mastering strength, because in his imagination, only by holding the pill can he truly cure his disease.

After he mastered Wang Honglin's shot, his strength mastery improved by leaps and bounds, and after the fight between Yangmingshan and Jing Xiaolou, he even climbed to the limit below the Huajin.

But Huajin is also unable to hurry.

"Maybe, I really need to slow down..."

An Qi had thoughts.

For more than a year, he has got up in the early morning to cook medicinal meals, practice boxing, shake big guns, visualize at night, and sleep with masters of boxing in the middle of the night.

Maybe, it's really too tight?
Chapter completed!