Young man, please stay

Chapter 41
  The so-called eighteen kinds of weapons include swords, guns, swords and halberds, axes and axes, hooks and forks, whips, maces, hammers and gongs, sticks, clubs, spears and rakes.

The whip inside usually refers to a hard whip, not a soft whip.

Whips and maces, as blunt weapons in short-range combat, are more flexible and controllable to use than hammers and axes, which can also break armor.

For example, it is not easy to smash into the enemy's body and be unable to pull it out.

Generally speaking, among whips and maces, the whip is slightly longer than the mace. Each inch longer is stronger, making it more suitable for one-handed use.

In addition, compared to four-edged maces, most whips are six-edged, with more striking angles. When swung, the force-bearing surfaces in the air are more dispersed, making it smoother.

……

The steel whip in Qin Lang's hand is not actually made of steel.

Based on Dazhou's current smelting level, the strength and quality of "Thirty Refined" and "Fifty Refined" steels are generally not high, and the exquisite "Hundred Refined Steel" is too expensive, so the so-called steel whip actually refers to a hard whip. Most are made of copper, iron, ironwood, or even pure wood.

The whip in Qin Lang's hand is made of iron wood, in the shape of a six-sided pagoda, with a total of thirteen sections, and has a handle and a spear like a sword.

Qin Lang jumped down from the beam, and with just one hand, he smashed a large piece of his earthen stove into pieces. You can imagine the power of the impact on people!

Of course, according to this intensity, Qin Lang himself who uses the whip must have enough internal strength or strong physique to support it, otherwise, if he didn't hit the person just now, it would easily break his own tiger's mouth!
  "Boy Qin Lang! You really have some secret treasure on you!"

Wan Qingyang, the remnant elder of the Blood Knife Sect, the white-haired old man, was in a good mood at the moment. Qin Lang had broken all his preparations in advance, but he still spoke with ease:

"I just put in so many Ruanjin Powder, but it didn't do anything to you. What wonderful thing do you have with you?"

"Risk tendon loose?"

Qin Lang thought about it, wasn't it the one on Xue Gui's leather mask?
  "It's just a piece of shit."

Qin Lang smiled calmly and said:

"Elders think my internal strength is that bad?"

"..."

"I've also checked it out. On the day your Blood Knife Sect was wiped out, you threw away so many various poisons in big and small bags, but what can you do to me?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Let's take a look at the knife!"

The old man was also quick to speak, and as he spoke, he raised his short sword.

It's just that I don't know if it's because he is old and frail like Xue Gui, but his movements are too slow. His posture is set, but the knife has not been unsheathed.

Qin Lang originally bowed and prepared to retreat in order to temporarily avoid his sword-drawing gesture, but when he saw that he was taking his time, he subconsciously paused.

Unexpectedly, Wan Qingyang played right into Wan Qingyang's hands.

The white-haired old man's eyes were cold. Taking advantage of the moment when Qin Lang relaxed his vigilance, his hand movements were suddenly as fast as lightning, and the blade was instantly unsheathed.

Om-!
  However, this time when he took out the scabbard, a cloud of white mist flew away from the scabbard!
  Drugs again?

Qin Lang frowned and held his breath casually even though there was Xingnao Pill in his mouth.

But the next moment, his heart tightened.

This is not a drug! It's lime!
  It can only be said that the elders of the Blood Knife Sect are getting worse and worse. Qin Lang hurriedly closed his eyes and raised his arm, picking up the steel whip in his hand and swinging it wildly.

Naturally, he couldn't hit anything this time, but when Qin Lang opened his eyes again and regained his vision, his chest felt as if he had been hit by a copper hammer, and a sharp pain penetrated his muscles and went straight to his internal organs!
  Qin Lang was shocked, not only that he received such a heavy blow, but also that the palm technique of this blow was inexplicably familiar to him.

Qin Lang has practiced martial arts since he was a child in Tianshan, but he has always learned a lot of complicated things. From all kinds of weapons to swords, fists, feet and legs, he will learn whatever his senior sister teaches him.

Among them, I have learned a lot of palm skills, and they are all unknown martial arts like the sword skills in "Sword Art Armor", and the senior sister herself does not know the name.

Now Qin Lang can master the palm that Wan Qingyang gave him.

This palm fully mobilizes the internal force. After hitting the human body, the external injury will not be obvious, but the force will quickly spread within the body. If the defense is not adjusted in time, the person will become paralyzed and lose mobility in an instant!

Bangdang…

After Qin Lang was struck by the palm, he immediately leaned against the bed, the steel whip in his hand hanging weakly, and he stared indifferently at Wan Qingyang in front of him.

"Hahaha…"

Wan Qingyang made no secret of his emotions. He was obviously not ashamed but proud of the fact that there was a lime hand hidden in the scabbard.

Seeing Qin Lang, a young man who was full of energy just now, slumped by the bed because of his sinister plot, he felt even more proud:

"Qin Lang, you thought you were the only one who knew "Dragon Elephant Moves the Clouds", but you didn't know I could also "Eight Extremes Capturing the Dragon's Palm", right? Hahaha..."

"..."

Baji Dragon Capturing Palm?
  Just like the Dragon Elephant Cloud Mover, the martial arts that he was originally familiar with was given a name that he had never heard of.

Although Qin Lang was confused, on the surface he did pretend to be calm and deliberately neither happy nor sad.

The old man had never wanted to kill himself since he entered the house tonight. This also explained Qin Lang's previous conjecture that the elder of the Blood Knife Sect did not target him to avenge the sect, but clearly had something in him. What you want.

Qin Lang wanted to see what his purpose was at this moment...

"Longding Villa, a legend in the world..."

Wan Qingyang looked very emotional. He sat on the stool and stared at Qin Lang for a while:

"I have checked that Longding Villa should not have a descendant of the Qin family. Tell me, what is your real name?"

"..."

It seems that this Lao Deng, just like the seventh brother, regarded himself as the successor of Longding Villa, the leader of the old six sects... Seeing that Qin Lang still didn't speak, Wan Qingyang was not in a hurry, and Nian Xu said coldly:
  "Boy, it doesn't matter if you don't tell me. To tell you the truth, I don't want to pursue you for destroying my Blood Sword Sect... The Blood Sword Sect's strength has been exhausted. Even without you, it wouldn't have existed for long. Now, I only care about you. I am interested in the inheritance of Longding Villa."

"inherited…?"

Qin Lang raised his eyes and said calmly:
  "You also want to learn the dragon-elephant cloud-moving technique?"

"Also...? Have you taught this secret skill to others?"

Wan Qingyang frowned, but immediately relaxed and waved his hand:
  "It doesn't matter, everyone in the world knows that "Dragon Elephant Cloud Movement Hand" is the secret skill of Longding Villa, but few people know that this is just one of the complete "Dragon Elephant Skill"!"

Having said this, Wan Qingyang glanced at Qin Lang again, and he felt even more happy when he saw that Qin Lang actually rolled his eyes at him.

It seems like this guy knows something...

So he chuckled and continued as if he was confronting Qin Lang:

"The complete set of "Dragon Elephant Kung Fu" at Longding Villa actually includes "Dragon Elephant Cloud Hand", "Eight Extremes Capturing Dragon Palm", "Xiangshan Buddha Fist" and the most important "Dragon Heart Technique"... I don't know about these. How many things does little brother Qin Lang have?"

A few?

Strictly speaking, nothing!

After all, Qin Lang can do things like the Cloud Move Hand, the Dragon Capture Palm, etc., but he really didn't know what it was related to the "Dragon Elephant Skill" before.

"When I inspected the bodies of Xue Gui and Lao Qi, I recognized the "Dragon Elephant Cloud Pulling Hand" you used. Just now I struck you, and you must have also recognized the "Eight Extremes Capturing the Dragon Palm". Now Let’s open the skylight and speak frankly…”

Wan Qingyang calmed down the calm look on his face, moved slightly closer to Qin Lang's face, and his expression became serious:

"...I'm not greedy either. You don't have to use the Cloud Sweeping Hand or even the Futu Fist. As long as you hand over the "Dragon Heart Art" now, I will definitely save your life tonight! From now on, I will fly away, and you and I will forget each other." Jianghu! How about it?"

"..."

Qin Lang glanced at Wan Qingyang:
  "You only want "Dragon Heart Art"?"

"Correct!"

Wan Qingyang’s eyes sparkled:
  "I keep my word!"

"Tsk..."

Qin Lang took a deep breath, closed his eyes and was silent for a long time, then smiled bitterly with a face full of trouble and helplessness:
  "Dragon Heart Art Dragon Heart Art...Why do people in the world want this thing so much?"

"Ha ha…"

Wan Qingyang laughed when he heard this:

"Boy, you are still too young after all. You don't even understand the concept of "Dragon Heart Jue", which is the world's best internal skill! Let alone how much old people like us need it!"

The world's best inner strength and mental method...?
  Qin Lang was shocked by these words.

As for internal strength, Qin Lang has been practicing the "Filial Heart Jue" in Tianshan Mountain. Now after going down to Tianshan Mountain, his internal strength has become so useless that he can't support it. It's not like Qin Lang has not considered practicing another kind of inner strength or mental method. , see if there will be any change in your Dantian.

It's just that this kind of thing involves the foundation of martial arts. If you learn it randomly or learn it poorly, it will affect your life.

Now when he heard about this so-called "Dragon Heart Jue", which actually has the title of the best internal skill in the world, how could Qin Lang hold back his excitement?

However, facing Wan Qingyang now, Qin Lang just said disdainfully:

"What is the best in the world is just a false name!"

"Fake name?"

Wan Qingyang sneered:
  "From the previous dynasty to the present, for thousands of years, countless masters have appeared in the Jianghu court. However, even counting the two transcendental immortal lands of Zenzhen Temple and Wuliang Mountain, there are only two people who dare to claim to be the best in the world! One is the founder of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Emperor Taizu, and the other is the former owner of Longding Villa!"

"..."

"When the late emperor pacified the country, the owner of the village smashed two hundred cavalry with a Xiangshan Buddha Fist! People in the world thought it was just superficial skills, but they didn't know that it was all because of the "Dragon Heart Art" he practiced! That was the real The most powerful mind in the world is to control all dharmas with one mind, and all dharmas become magical powers! Boy Qin Lang, as the inheritor of Longding Villa, you must know this..."

"Okay, okay, I won't talk nonsense anymore."

At this point, Qin Lang interrupted Wan Qingyang impatiently:
  "The "Dragon Heart Art" is not complete in me either."

"Oh?"

When Wan Qingyang heard this, his eyes shone brightly again:
  "It doesn't matter! Just the second one! Or the second one after that!"

"Hiss... So you have the first chapter on you?"

"?"

The sudden smile on Qin Lang's lips made Wan Qingyang, who was originally immersed in joy, feel an inexplicable chill in his heart.

"You!...No good! You!"

Then the next moment, Qin Lang, who should have lost his mobility, suddenly stood up from the bed.

"With your level of Baji Dragon Capturing Palm, as long as you lower your arms slightly in time and adjust your strength, you can resolve the dispersion of strength in the body. You may not know this..."

boom--!
  Before he finished speaking, the steel whip in Qin Lang's hand had already hit Wan Qingyang's abdomen.

Wan Qingyang broke out in cold sweat and spurted out a mouthful of old blood. He immediately knelt down on the ground slowly like a shrimp. He raised his head and could not say a word. He could only stare at Qin Lang with a pair of eyes.

"Stop reading, how about handing over your first chapter of "Dragon Heart Jue" and I'll save your life?"

(End of this chapter)