Chapter 501

Qin Lang has no doubt about this.

Just now, Qin Lang had a deep understanding of the power of eighteen methods. Just as Nangong Ting said, when they met, Qin Lang used two levels to evade many times. He didn't dare to be hard at all.

"But I didn't give it to you in vain. You'll have to avenge me when you learn it." Nangong Ting said with a sly smile.

"I don't know who your enemy is. What if I can't fight you?" Qin Lang also said with a smile: "besides, since the eighteen method boxing is so powerful, why don't you take revenge on yourself?"

"I can't beat you... Ah, the little bunny told me that." Nangong Ting shook his head and said with a smile, "it's just that there must be an heir to shibafa boxing. I can take revenge at ease."

When Nangong Ting spoke, he seemed to be relieved of the burden and relaxed.

So far, Qin Lang is not joking.

Since Nangong Ting is willing to teach him the eighteen methods, in a sense, Nangong Ting is half a master of Qin Lang, and he wants to help both the public and private enemies of Nangong ting.

"Come on, boy, it's spacious outside." Nangong Ting patted Qin Lang on the shoulder, and they came to the open space outside.

At this time, it is more than one o'clock in the morning, the surrounding buildings are dark, we all sleep quietly.

The silver moon shines on the earth, and it is quiet and peaceful.

Qin Lang and Nangong Ting are standing in the open space. Nangong Ting has one hand on his back, and his momentum suddenly changes. He is no longer a slouch. An iron man's momentum suddenly comes to his face.

"Boy, eighteen methods boxing is like water. The thrust of a pool of water is not strong, but the power of more than ten pools of water is as powerful as a tsunami. Do you understand the mystery?"

Qin Lang nodded.

The momentum of the eighteen methods is superposed one by one. In the increasing tenacity, all the energy is gathered in the last punch.

This is eighteen methods boxing.

"Boy, I'll show you." Nangong Ting came to a waste wall, his dark pupil immediately became serious, and his momentum condensed.

Bang!

Nangong Ting punched the waste red brick wall, but it was as if a stone had hit the wall with a dull sound. The waste red brick wall did not move.

However, Nangong Ting was not in a hurry. His fist technique seemed slow but full of powerful momentum. He hit the abandoned red brick wall one after another.

Bang Bang

Qin Lang stood aside and did not dare to blink for fear of missing an action.

Seventeen fists were made in the eighteen methods. Nangong Ting's momentum burst out in the last punch, and his arm was blue. He was able to hit the waste wall with one punch.

Boom——

The abandoned red brick wall was suddenly punched with a big hole. The red brick shell seemed to fly out, and then the whole wall collapsed.

"Boy, see, this is the power of the eighteen methods." Nangong Ting carried his hands behind him like a God in the smoke.

Stepping on heaven and earth, tearing Tianhe.

"It's so noisy. I can't let people sleep in the middle of the night!" Not far away, the fifth floor window was pushed open, and a middle-aged woman scolded.

Nangong Ting's momentum suddenly disappeared.

Just now was a furious lion, the next second became a clever dog.

He immediately put his hands together and licked his smiling face: "I'm sorry, I'll try to keep it down."

Then the woman closed the window.

"Boy, the secret of shibafa boxing lies in the connection between each fist, and every connection should be above the strength of the previous fist." Nangong Ting didn't seem to have happened just now, and he regained his arrogance: "the momentum and strength of each fist are superimposed on each other, reaching the limit at the last moment."

How did Qin Lang look at him: "embarrassed?"

"What embarrassment?" Nangong's old face is red.

Qin Lang was also convinced. He thought that you are also a member of the guwu family. Although you are not included in the top ten guwu families of Yan Kingdom, you are also a very powerful guwu family.

It's like a slum to live in such an alley.

It depends on other people's faces.

"Cut the crap and start practicing Nangong Ting is embarrassed and kicks Qin Lang in the ass.

Then, Qin Lang came to the waste red brick wall finish, he took a deep breath to sink the momentum.

I kept remembering Nangong Ting's eighteen methods.

Bang!

Qin Lang's boxing seems to be slow, but it contains powerful power. He hits the abandoned red brick wall, but the red brick wall doesn't move."I'll go... It's killing me!" Qin Lang holds his hands and jumps with pain.

"Ha ha, boy, it's not so easy to learn eighteen methods." Nangong Ting was proud.

Although Nangong Ting is a middle-aged man in his early fifties, he is also an expert in ancient martial arts. At least those famous killers in the world are not his opponents.

But maybe it was the different life experiences that led to Nangong Ting's being a little old and unruly, as if he were an old urchin.

"The first one." Nangong Ting had one hand on his back.

He asked Qin Lang to practice his boxing against the red brick wall. First, he gave full play to the power of each fist. Only when he had a firm foundation, could he learn the eighteen methods well.

It's two o'clock in the morning. It's very cold in winter.

However, Qin Lang bared his arms, revealing his bronze skin. The bulging muscles symbolize the explosive sense of strength.

"This boy is a good one." Nangong Ting looks at Qin Lang's scars and praises himself.

Scar is a symbol of a man!

The more scars, it means that this man is a man of indomitable iron and blood.

Bang.

Bang.

Qin Lang, with his bare arms, punches at the red brick wall like this.

On a cold winter night, Qin Lang didn't feel the slightest cold. Gradually, there seemed to be a heat flow in his body. This heat flow increased by one point with each blow of Qin Lang.

"It's almost done. Try to practice and get the fists together." Nangong Ting's instructor seems to be directing.

Qin Lang was already sweating. He took a deep breath, and the shadow of his fist flashed, and the eighteen methods of his fist.

Bang Bang

Bang!

Qin Lang's whole body muscles are tense, and his last punch is fierce. He hits the abandoned red brick wall, but the abandoned red brick wall still doesn't move.

"It seems that I overestimate myself." Qin Lang gave a bitter smile.

"Young man, you have been very good." Nangong Ting came over to give Qin Lang a glass of wine: "although your power has not reached the scope of eighteen methods, the connection between your fists has been relatively smooth, and the power of each fist is also enough, so practice more."

Qin Lang finished the liquor in one breath.

In the moonlight, Qin Lang stood in front of the abandoned red brick wall and kept punching, closing and punching again.

Bang Bang

On a moonlit night, Qin Lang's lunatic seems to be punching against the wall.

And Nangong Ting dozed off and fell asleep.

Gradually, the sky began to light up, and the sky turned white.

"Drink!" All of a sudden, a violent drink broke the peace of the morning.

Qin Lang punches on the abandoned red brick wall. At this time, his boxing momentum is the same as that of pangruo two people before. His fist seems to tear the world with endless momentum.

With one blow, the abandoned red brick wall collapsed.

Smoke and dust everywhere