Emperor Yan of Douluo Continent

Chapter 53

Tang San's expression froze, and he put his hands upside down in front of him, in the Wing Chun style of Nanquan boxing.

Tang San quickly approached Tang Ling, and quickly punched with his right hand. The characteristic of Wing Chun boxing is fast. This is the same principle as many kinds of boxing techniques contained in Nanquan. Fast punches, fast steps, and fast movements.

These are just what you need to practice for getting started with Nanquan. Nanquan contains many different boxing methods, but they all have one characteristic, that is, fast.

After getting started, there is no need to practice any of the boxing techniques, because each move and style contains a variety of boxing techniques, which can be changed at any time through different attack methods around you. Such changes are called forgetting moves. .

Getting Started and Small Achievements are an appetizer of Nanquan. What is really powerful is the superimposed characteristics of Nanquan. Getting Started and Small Achievements are easy to complete, and the realm of Dacheng after Xiaocheng is what I mentioned before. Overlay features!
There is no limit, the stronger the body, the stronger the superimposed characteristics!

Tang San's speed was fast, but in Tang Ling's eyes it seemed very slow. After all, Ziji Motong was not joking, and easily dodged Tang San's unexpected punch.

"Move your heart as you want, let your body follow your heart, let your body follow your own feelings, don't get too obsessed with boxing moves, integrate yourself into the environment, and see every move and style of me clearly..." Tang Ling every time Tang San was forced to retreat as soon as he punched, Tang Ling's words were deeply imprinted in Tang San's heart, and he calmed down to control his body to relax.

Seeing this scene, Tang Ling couldn't help but slow down his punching.

For five years, my elder brother has been trapped in the entry level of Nanquan, and even Xiao Wu, who is just playing for fun, has reached the level of Dacheng, which can be superimposed, but Tang San has no way to break through the entry level and reach Xiaocheng. Realm, but it was Tang Ling's words that instantly relaxed the barrier that Tang San had been trapped in the entry-level of Nanquan.

Tang San closed his eyes, feeling the flow of air around him and the feeling of his body, he fell into a very strange state, an indescribable feeling.

Tang Ling continued to attack and had no intention of stopping at all. It's just that the speed of his punches became much slower than before, but it was definitely not slow.

And just when Tang Ling threw another punch, Tang Ling's deep pupils shrank slightly, revealing a look of surprise, his left fist was actually caught by Tang San and controlled.

Tang San suddenly opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth curved into a perfect arc, the aura of his whole body seemed to have changed, blending with the surrounding environment.

That's right, Tang San made a breakthrough, not at the level of a soul master, but at the level of the Nanquan realm, stepping from entry to Xiaocheng.

Tang Ling looked at his arm held by Tang San, with an elegant curve on the corner of his mouth, his left foot stepped forward slightly, his thin lips parted slightly, and said, "Brother, in fifteen minutes, you still lost."

After finishing speaking, Tang Ling, who was controlled by Tang San, centered on his left foot, and an invisible wave of air rose up.

Tang San only felt a substantive burst of air from the arm controlled by him, shaking Tang San away at once.

Tang San, who was standing still, looked at Tang Ling who was standing there with a look of horror.

"Did you use your soul power just now?"

Tang Ling glanced at Tang San lightly, and said, "It's fist strength."

"Fist strength? What is that?"

Tang Ling was not impatient, and explained patiently: "Every kind of boxing method will have punching strength after practicing it. We used punching strength in the previous two battles, but our punching strength has been integrated into the superposition feature, and it does not Obviously, it's not surprising that you can't see it."

Tang San shook his head in a daze. He didn't understand what Tang Ling said, so he didn't struggle too much. With a wry smile, he lay down on the grass, pulled up a dog's tail grass from the ground and held it in his mouth. Sadly said: "I lost again, it's still a quarter of an hour..."

Tang Ling walked up to hug her knees, looked at Tang San lying on the ground in a daze, and said, "I don't know how many times I have defeated you. This is the first time I see you showing such an expression. Are you shocked?"

Tang San turned his head to look at Tang Ling, glared at Tang Ling, and said, "How is it possible, let me tell you, I won't give up until I defeat you! It's absolutely impossible to be hit! "

"Really?" Tang Ling glanced at Tang San, and said calmly, "I didn't say that you must have been hit, why do you have to emphasize it twice?"

"I... I just feel a little emotional, me, you, and Xiao Wu, I'm afraid I'm the weakest of the three, right?" Tang San's voice was a little weak, his eyes were full of dodge, and his heart kept wailing.

"You're weak?" Tang Ling rolled his eyes, let go of his hands holding his knees, lay flat on the grass, looked at the stars in the night sky and continued: "If you use those hidden weapons of yours, Xiao Wu will definitely not be your match."

Tang San touched his nose in embarrassment, and said: "How can such a powerful thing be used for sparring, what if it hurts Xiao Wu?"

Tang Ling glanced at Tang San contemptuously, seeing the embarrassed expression on Tang San's face, he couldn't help the smile in his heart and burst out laughing.

Tang San stared blankly at the smile on Tang Ling's face, and couldn't help laughing.

"Don't worry, no matter how many times you are defeated by me, you will always be my elder brother, this will not change no matter what, but, as an elder brother, you have never done anything for me, should you give me a Promise?" Tang Ling stretched out his jade-white palm and reached for the starry sky.

Tang San was taken aback, shrugged, and said: "You say, of course, the premise is that I can do it."

Tang Lingjiang didn't take his hand back, squinted his deep black pupils, and said, "I don't know what to do now, I will use this promise later."

Tang Ling looked sideways at Tang San, this brother who had been silently caring for him, Tang San didn't express this kind of concern, but Tang Ling felt it, very clear and heavy, from his brother's concern.

The first time they met after five years away, seeing Tang Ling come back intact, Tang San let go of the heavy weight in his heart.

Seeing himself becoming stronger, the happiest person is not Xiao Wu or himself, but this brother who obviously cares but doesn't express it.

Because having strength means that he can protect himself well and protect the people he cherishes, and Tang San doesn't have to worry so much.

Tang Ling's outstretched hand was clenched into a fist, and a faint but sincere voice reached Tang San's ears.

"Thank you, brother, I am really happy to have a brother like you."

Looking at Tang Ling's fist, Tang San couldn't help smiling, stretched out his hand and clenched it into a fist, and touched Tang Ling's fist in the air.

"I'm proud to have a brother like you."

(End of this chapter)