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Chapter 201 I want to fight ten

"Snapped!"

Before Wang Baoqiang could react, he felt his thigh go numb for a moment.

Then there is pain.

Ding Xiu's foot strength is not comparable to Wu Jing's at all, his side leg is surprisingly strong, even if he is wrapped in a silk quilt, it still hurts.

If it is not wrapped, he doubts whether he can stand up at this moment is a problem.

However, it was still very painful, and my body turned sideways, and I could hardly walk.

"boom!"

I saw a black shadow flashing in front of my eyes, something seemed to hit my head hard, and there were stars in my eyes.

"boom!"

In less than a second, as if hit by a sledgehammer, the body flew upside down a few meters away. After falling to the ground, I only felt chest tightness and could not breathe.

He turned his head, opened his mouth, and with a wow, he spat out all the breakfast and lunch.

"Brilliant!"

Wu Jing, who watched the whole battle, said something dumbfounded.

He was the one who saw the most clearly in the audience. Ding Xiu first swept Wang Baoqiang's leg with his side leg, then raised his leg to sweep his head, and then kicked his chest backwards.

The speed was so fast that Wang Baoqiang was beaten completely helpless.

It is worth mentioning that the last back kick is a bit like the kick of Taekwondo. It is very difficult and requires the body to rotate in the air and use the whole body to gather on the legs.

It is much stronger than the back kick in Sanda.

"Baoqiang, are you alright?" After being dazed for two seconds, Wu Jing helped Wang Baoqiang up.

Wang Baoqiang's face was pale and listless, he said to Ding Xiu tremblingly: "Brother, remember to teach me martial arts."

Ding Xiu seemed to be thinking about something, and said casually, "I'll talk about your business in a few days, brother Jing, you put on the silk quilt, and let's practice again."

Wu Jing: "I..."

"You don't want to practice Sanda anymore?"

"miss you!"

"Then put it on."

Worried that the sandbag would disappear, Ding Xiu's strength was a little lighter this time, so he either kept practicing side legs or boxing.

On a hot day, Wu Jing had two books wrapped around his arms, and he was doing defensive movements the whole time, grinning his teeth in pain.

From time to time, I was kicked on the thigh, and I almost couldn't stand still.

After finally defeating Wu Jing, Ding Xiu replaced him with Wang Baoqiang.

All afternoon, the two of them had nothing to do, they just acted as sparring partners, and when they walked, they supported each other and walked against the wall.

When they came back the next day, Wang Baoqiang and Wu Jing were much smarter and brought their own protective gear. Ding Xiu was very satisfied, and this time they persisted for a day.

The two of them didn't come on the third day, saying they were recovering from their injuries.

On the fourth day, the two of them didn't want to come, but Ding Xiu said he wanted to teach them something, so he ran over in a hurry.

"Hands are two doors, and you hit people with your feet. Although Sanda is a modern fight, it is the same as some martial arts concepts of ancient martial arts."

"Even Sanda is easier to learn. If one is willing to learn and the other is willing to teach, you can beat people in a few months."

"Kicking from a distance, kicking from a distance, hitting close to the body, summed it up very well. Let's talk about kicking from a distance. Your side leg is not up to standard. In Gubuli, it's called a whip leg. What is a whip leg? It should be like a whip, with a flick of your hand , the whip made a crackling sound, and the strength was on the tip..."

In the yard, Ding Xiu explained some of Chuan Wu's tactics to Wu Jingting separately.

Wang Baoqiang didn't speak, just listened quietly, and memorized those who didn't understand.

Today's trip was not in vain, it was just over an hour of Ding Xiu's lecture on simple leg skills, and two hours of practical exercises by the way.

Not surprisingly, the two were beaten.

Arms, thighs, bruised and purple.

He staggered four or five steps just after being hit by a leg. He couldn't imagine what it would be like if Ding Xiu shot with all his strength.

If he kicked the neck, he might not be killed immediately.

After the two left, Ding Xiu practiced boxing alone in the yard again. Baji boxing was played so slowly that even children could follow along.

But it is very powerful, and every punch and kick makes the sound of breaking through the air.

He is using his strength.

After beating, Ding Xiu was sweating profusely, took a towel to wipe off, and asked Zhao Liying, "How's the temperature of the medicinal bath?"

Yesterday he prescribed a prescription for Zhao Liying to go to Tongrentang to get medicine and prepare to take a medicinal bath.

Poor culture and rich martial arts, these words are not nonsense.

Why do Muay Thai fighters and modern fighters get old and sick?In addition to practicing the method to hurt the body, they don't know how to take care of the body.

His prescription comes from the master's school, and the effect has been tested. After practicing martial arts, soak in it, and the bones of the body will become stronger and stronger.

Zhao Liying said: "It's very hot, do you want to cool it down?"

A pair of medicine cost more than [-] yuan, and she almost died of fright when she took Ding Xiu's card to pay the bill, but it turned out that she bought it just to take a bath, and she couldn't figure it out.

Isn't this a waste of money.

"It won't work if it's cold."

As soon as the towel was thrown away, Ding Xiu got into the room, followed by Zhao Liying, with a bare hand on his shoulder within two steps.

Gao Yuanyuan said: "You can go back today, leave this place to me."

Blushing, Zhao Liying nodded: "Oh."

When Gao Yuanyuan entered the room, Ding Xiu had already stripped naked and jumped into the bathtub. The water was so hot that his skin was burned red, and his exposed head was covered with bean-sized beads of sweat.

"Are you going to cook yourself?"

"Medical bath, do you understand medicinal bath?" Ding Xiuwei closed his eyes and said, "Only in this way can the body fully absorb the properties of the medicine. You also think that I am getting stronger and stronger."

"Bah, a dog can't spit out ivory." After spitting, Gao Yuanyuan came to Ding Xiu's side and wiped his sweat with a towel: "It's not enough to spend money to buy so many precious medicinal materials. It's a waste of money to throw in the kitchen."

Ding Xiu opened his eyes, and said calmly: "What do you know, don't buy a little, Fangzi will be patented in a few days."

No matter what era it is, it is hard to find one side.

Although his prescription is not for curing diseases and saving lives, millions of people are willing to buy it for those who need it.

Don’t confuse when buying medicine, and when you turn back, someone will copy it for you every minute, or the effect of several experiments will be clearly seen.

In this case, what was stolen was not the prescription, but the money.

As for what Gao Yuanyuan said was a waste of money, there was no way around it. Some of the medicines in the prescription were expensive medicinal materials, and the price was there, so it was indispensable.

Speaking of it, I would also like to thank the modern society. After the informatization, it is very convenient to find anything.

Hundreds of years ago, some medicines were extremely hard to find, and they were hard to come by.

Now you only need to give money, a phone call, and thousands of mountains and rivers will be mailed to you.

……

The next day, when Wu Jing came back, he brought seven or eight strong men, all of whom were juniors from Shicha Sports School.

He could see that Ding Xiu intended to use him to practice boxing, but it was nothing to worry about if he was always beaten, so he simply asked a few more sandbags to share the firepower.

Some of these people practiced wrestling, some practiced boxing, and some practiced Sanda. I can't say how good they are, but they must be more resistant to beating than him.

"Hello Brother Xiu."

"Hello Brother Xiu."

"Hello, I'll take care of you later."

"Xiao Zhao, serve fruit plate and tea."

As soon as they entered the door, the people of Shicha Sports School felt at home. Ding Xiu, a big star, was too polite.

There is no airs at all, and he is kind.

Senior brother Wu Jing said before he came, let them practice with them, the price is that Wu Jing treats guests to dinner every day.

The brothers all spoke up, and everyone didn't refuse, so we still have to give some face. Of course, Ding Xiu, the person involved, has such a good attitude, and everyone is happier as a training partner.

five minutes later.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

"hiss!"

"Brother Xiu, show mercy."

"vomit!"

"Protective gear, I want to put on the protective gear."

After getting started, they realized how outrageous Ding Xiu was. In fact, everyone had heard of Ding Xiu, a kung fu star who was known as the best fighter in the entertainment industry.

But they didn't take it seriously, Wu Jing was nicknamed Kung Fu Boy, Li Lianjie Kung Fu Emperor, and his actual combat level was just like that.

What is important in actual combat is height, weight, and boxing techniques.

No matter how you look at it, Ding Xiu is not on the same level as them.

In the end, contrary to what everyone thought, Ding Xiumeng was in a mess, his boxing was too rigid, a bit like Baji, and Sanda, wrestling, and muay thai were sandwiched between them.

Come up to beat one of their brothers with an elbow, jump knees, elbows, side legs, combined punches, no one can survive three rounds in his hands.

In less than five minutes, seven or eight big men with round waists and thick arms were turned over and lay on the ground moaning.

Looking at Ding Xiu's eyes is like watching a ghost.

Wu Jing dama Jindao sat drinking tea, and said lightly: "If you don't listen to wearing protective gear, you will be at a disadvantage."

No one knows Ding Xiu's strength better than him. This group of people are so stupid that they are singled out. It's not normal to be beaten.

Wang Baoqiang took out a sack with protective gear in it: "Everyone put it on, it hurts a lot when I go home."

Ding Xiu jumped on the spot and hooked his hands: "This time you go together."

Lying down!

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Do you want to be so coercive.

They are all martial arts practitioners and have a certain amount of fighting experience. Usually, there is no problem at all. Ding Xiu wants them to fight together, which is too contemptuous of others.

Anyone who has fought knows that every additional person is a huge challenge. If the eight of them fight together, the boxing champion will be beaten here.

Use three people to attract firepower, others lock their throats, hit their stomachs, beat their stomachs, and beat them. When Tyson comes, he will call Dad.

Wu Jing stood up with a serious face: "Brother Xiu..."

"You two are also together." Ding Xiu pointed at Wu Jing and Wang Baoqiang.

Today he will hit ten.

For safety's sake, Ding Xiu also put on protective gear.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to say anything.

Do you want to be like this?

Ding Xiu said calmly: "If you can bring me down, each person will be rewarded with [-] yuan, and the medical expenses for the injury will be paid to me."

The eyes of everyone in the sports school lit up.

You can earn [-] yuan in extra money when you come out, this business seems to be a good deal.

When they go together, it's quite easy to bring down Ding Xiu, and it's not too difficult.

Apart from the money, everyone is still a little bit dissatisfied. Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second. They can't beat Ding Xiu single-handedly, and they can't even measure his full strength. How about going together?
If you pretend to be aggressive, I will beat you up today.

Wu Jing said: "I don't want money, if you lose, you can practice with me for half a month."

Wang Baoqiang: "I don't want money either, I want you to teach me a set of kung fu."

Ding Xiu took a big step back, clenched his fists tightly, as if drawing a big bow: "Yes."

Everyone looked at each other, and Wu Jing suddenly shouted: "Why are you standing still, come on, surround him before you attack."

He knew Ding Xiu's strength, so if he went up so stupidly, he might be defeated one by one, but the encirclement was different. He rushed forward, kicked with fists and feet from all directions, and he couldn't stop him, and the winner could be decided in an instant.

Ding Xiu didn't move, and let them surround him, just when everyone thought they were sure, before Wu Jing gave another order, Ding Xiu moved.

The [-]-meter tall man who rushed to the front was the first to practice wrestling, a prairie man with great strength.

The waist is round and the arms are thick, and the ears are different from ordinary people. They are turned inward and have calluses. These are called dumpling ears.

As the old saying goes, you can tell whether a wrestler is strong by looking at his ears.

Wrestlers often fall to the ground, their heads touch the ground, and their ears rub against the ground. After a long time, dumpling ears will form.

The pair of dumpling ears of the big man in front of him is obvious, and with this tonnage, he is definitely a good hand on the ancient battlefield.

In terms of personal combat effectiveness, Ding Xiu felt that the group of Tartars who were intercepted on the border in his previous life could be completely abused by him in a one-on-one fight.

Of course, the army has a battle formation, and a team of three can fight several times the enemy. If a team of ten is cavalry, it can easily sweep hundreds of mobs.

"clatter!"

"clatter!"

In just two steps, Ding Xiu had already run a few meters away, Hupu pounced on him in an instant, and the distance narrowed again.

Wu Jing's face changed, and he shouted: "No, hurry up."

As soon as the words fell, Ding Xiu's attack had arrived, with eight poles and elbows.

"boom!"

The hard elbow hit the cushion in front of his chest, which was visible to the naked eye, and a mark was sunk in the cushion.

The power was transmitted to the body, and the big man only felt that he didn't lift up in one breath, his feet were off the ground, and the scenery on both sides receded.

"boom!"

Like a sandbag, it flew a few meters away, stirring up smoke and dust.

solve one.

When Ding Xiu knocked people away, the others also moved. After all, they were not ordinary people, and they were all very conscious. In an instant, the two side legs kicked one left and one right.

Turning his head, Ding Xiu clasped his fingers tightly, slapped his legs apart with his arms, turned his elbow into a gun, and pushed it forward with another elbow.

Speeding up his pace, he jumped three meters with a tiger leap, and stepped on the person's chest with his flying knee, breaking up the encirclement.

"boom!"

The side leg swept across, and Wang Baoqiang, who was just about to sneak attack, was hit, and his upper body went numb.

With a straight kick, the opponent in the front was kicked out and knelt on the ground, and got up again after a few seconds of delay.

Ding Xiu leaned on a pair of legs, and no one could get close to him. One came up and the other was kicked out.

If there were no protective gear, everyone would have been unable to get up.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Wu shouted in surprise: "I will go up, and the others will charge."

As he spoke, he rushed into the crowd, grabbed Ding Xiu's leg head-on, and didn't take a step back, because Ding Xiu's leg was hugged by him.

If it were a few days ago, he might not be able to defend against it, but after being taught by Ding Xiu, he has a much stronger sense of actual combat.

Clinging tightly to his legs, Wu Jing ignored the pain in his waist and smiled at Ding Xiu, as if to say, you lost.

As long as he can hug for three seconds, no, two seconds, other people's attacks will arrive immediately, and Ding Xiu, even the reincarnation of the martial saint, has to kneel.

"Innocent."

Spit out two words coldly, Ding Xiu's hugged leg moved forward, startling Wu back two steps,

Ding Xiu jumped with his left foot, his body jumped up, and his knee hit Wu Jing's chin.

"Knock!"

After only holding on for a second, Wu Jing let go, and his body straightened and he fell backwards.

It wasn't that he didn't want to hug him tightly, he couldn't hold him any longer, with one knee on his chin, his mind went blank for a moment, and his consciousness was lost.

But before falling to the ground, he saw that everyone was approaching Ding Xiu, and the distance between them was very close.

At this level, it is basically impossible for Ding Xiu to use his kicks.

"boom!"

What Wu Jing didn't see was that Ding Xiu's whip leg was useless, but he used his elbow, forearm, and knee.

Close-quarters bunt is also his strength.

"boom!"

There was another loud bang, and someone strangled Ding Xiu's neck from behind, and was thrown over his shoulder to the ground.

Ding Xiu can also wrestle.

(End of this chapter)