Qin Lang has no doubts about this.

Qin Lang deeply saw the power of the Eighteen Magic Fist in the fight just now. As Nangong Ting said, when the two fought, Qin Lang used points to dodge in two levels, and did not dare to force himself.

But I didn't give you a gift for nothing. You have to help me take revenge after you learn it." Nangong Ting said with a treacherous smile.

I don’t know who your enemy is, what if I can’t beat it?” Qin Lang also smiled and said: Besides, since the Eighteen Dharma Fist is so powerful, why don’t you take revenge yourself?”

I can't beat this...oh, the little bastard actually messed up my words." Nangong Ting shook his head and smiled: Forget it, there must be an heir for the Eighteen Fist, and I can also take revenge with peace of mind."

Nangong Ting seemed to have taken off the burden when he spoke, and he was a little relaxed.

Having said that, Qin Lang is not joking anymore.

Since Nangong Ting is willing to teach him the Eighteen Fist, in a sense, Nangong Ting is half of Qin Lang's master, and he needs to help Nangong Ting's grudges on both public and private matters.

Let's go, boy, it's spacious outside." Nangong Ting patted Qin Lang on the shoulder and the two of them came to the open space outside.

It was already past one o'clock in the morning, and the surrounding buildings were pitch black and everyone was sleeping quietly.

The silver moon shines on the earth, and there is silence and peace around it.

Qin Lang and Nangong Ting stood in the open space. Nangong Ting carried one hand behind his back suddenly changed. He was no longer a careless man, and an iron-blooded man's aura came to his face in an instant.

Boy, the Eighteen Fist is like water. The thrust of a pool of water is not strong, but the power of more than a dozen pools of water is comparable to a tsunami. Do you understand the mystery of this?"

Qin Lang nodded.

The eighteen Dharma punches are superimposed, and as the tenacity increases, all energy is concentrated in the last punch.

This is the Eighteen Fist.

Boy, I'll demonstrate it to you." Nangong Ting came to a useless wall, and his dark pupils immediately became serious and his momentum was condensed.

Bang!

Nangong Ting punched the red brick wall, but it was like a stone hitting the wall, and it made only a muffled sound. The abandoned red brick wall remained motionless.

However, Nangong Ting was not anxious at all. His boxing seemed slow but he was full of powerful momentum, punching and punching the abandoned red brick wall.

Bang bang bang bang...

Qin Lang stood aside and didn't dare to blink, for fear of missing a trace of action.

The eighteen magic punches were hit in total with seventeen punches. At the last punch, Nangong Ting's aura suddenly exploded, and his arm's veins burst out with great momentum and a punch hit the useless wall with ease.

boom----

A large hole was suddenly punched by a punch, and the red brick shells flew out, and the entire wall collapsed with a bang.

Boy, have you seen it? This is the power of the Eighteen Fist." Nangong Ting carried his hands behind his back, like a god in the smoke and dust.

Stepping on the world, tearing the sky and rivers apart.

It was so noisy that I would not let anyone sleep in the middle of the night!" The window on the fifth floor not far away was suddenly pushed open, and a middle-aged woman cursed.

Nangong Ting's momentum disappeared immediately.

I was a furious lion just now, but the next second I turned into a well-behaved puppy.

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

The woman then closed the window.

Boy, the mystery of the Eighteen Fist lies in the connection between each punch, and each connection must be above the strength of the previous punch." Nangong Ting seemed to have not happened to what had just happened, and he regained his previous arrogance and domineering aura: the momentum and force of each punch are superimposed on each punch, reaching the limit at the last moment."

Qin Lang looked at him: Is it embarrassing?"

What awkwardness?" Nangong Ting's old face turned red.

Qin Lang was convinced and thought to himself, you are also a member of the ancient martial arts family. Although you are not included in the top ten ancient martial arts families in the Yan Kingdom, you are also a very powerful ancient martial arts family.

I actually live in such an alley, and it looks like a slum.

It depends on other people's faces.

Stop talking nonsense, start practicing quickly!" Nangong Ting was embarrassed and kicked Qin Lang in the butt.

Afterwards, Qin Lang came to the scrap red brick wall paint, and he took a deep breath to calm his momentum.

I kept recalling Nangong Ting’s eighteen Dharma Fist just now.

Bang!

Qin Lang's boxing seemed slow but contained powerful force. He hit the abandoned red brick wall with one punch, but the red brick wall did not move at all.

I'll go...it hurts so much!" Qin Lang jumped in pain with his hands in his arms.

Haha, boy, the Eighteen Fist is not so easy to learn." Nangong Ting looked proud.

Although Nangong Ting is a middle-aged man in his early fifties and an ancient martial arts master, at least the famous killers in the international world are not his opponents.

But perhaps it was because of the different life experiences that Nangong Ting was a little unreasonable, as if he was an old naughty boy.

First, connect the fist." Nangong Ting carried one hand behind his back.

He asked Qin Lang to practice boxing against the red brick wall, first exerting the power of each punch to the extreme, and only by being confident and strong in one's way can he learn the eighteen martial arts.

It's two in the morning, and it's very cold in winter.

However, Qin Lang was shirtless, revealing his bronze skin, and the bulging muscles symbolized the sense of explosive power.

This kid is a good seedling." Nangong Ting looked at Qin Lang's scars and secretly praised him.

Scars are a symbol of a man!

The more scars, the more it means that this man is traveling around the world and fighting the world. He is a strong man.

Bang.

Bang.

Qin Lang fisted at the red brick wall with his shirtlessness.

On a cold winter night, Qin Lang felt no cold at all, and gradually a heat current seemed to emerge from his body. This heat current would increase by one point with Qin Lang's punch.

It's almost done, try to practice to get the boxing together." Instructor Nangong Ting seemed to be directing.

Qin Lang was already sweating profusely at this time. He took a deep breath and instantly the shadow of the fist flashed, eighteen Dharma Fist.

Bang bang bang bang...

Bang!

Qin Lang's muscles were tense, and his last punch suddenly increased and hit the abandoned red brick wall, but the abandoned red brick wall was still motionless.

It seems that I overestimated myself." Qin Lang smiled bitterly.

Young man, you are already very good." Nangong Ting came over and brought Qin Lang a glass of wine: Although your power has not reached the scope of the Eighteen Fist, the connection between your fists has been smoother, and each fist is also very powerful, so practice more."

Qin Lang finished the strong wine in one breath.

Under the moonlight, Qin Lang stood in front of the abandoned red brick wall, constantly punching at the abandoned red brick wall, closing his punches and punching again.

Bang bang bang bang...

Qin Lang fled against the wall as if he was a madman on the moonlit night.

Nangong Ting was dozing off and fell asleep.

Gradually, the sky became brighter and a trace of whiteness appeared in the sky.

Drink!" Suddenly, a loud shout broke the tranquility of the morning.

Qin Lang punched the abandoned red brick wall. At this time, his boxing aura was as strong as the two of them before. The punch had endless momentum as if it was about to tear the world apart.

The abandoned red brick wall collapsed with one punch.
Chapter completed!