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Chapter 202
On the side, Wang Baoqiang clutched his stomach, even rolled and crawled to the wall to lean against, and he didn't stand up even after beating him to death.

The buddy who got up after being knocked down just now lay down again in less than a second.

So many of them were beaten by Ding Xiu alone, no one would believe the news, but it was the truth.

"Snapped!"

At this time, Ding Xiuxiu hooked a man's neck with his hands, and hit his knee upwards.

The first time, the second time was blocked by the opponent's elbow, and the third time broke the defense, with his knee pressed against his stomach, and his stomach acid was about to vomit.

Undeterred, Wu Jing ran behind Ding Xiu at some point, wrapped his arms around his waist, and lifted him up vigorously, wanting to hug him and fall him.

Taking a deep breath, Ding Xiu's body sank, and he took a horse stance. Despite Wu's shock, he pulled out the willow and urged him not to move. He turned around, bent his elbow, and slammed down heavily.

"thump!"

Wu Jing lay on the ground, clutching his old waist and moaning, "Damn it, you're going to kill me, my waist is about to break."

Ding Xiu didn't say a word. Until now, there were few people standing. They were lying on the ground, and those who were standing were watching from a distance, not daring to go forward.

"I just felt like you guys are going to die, so be firm."

"Baoqiang, come here."

"I'm not going." Wang Baoqiang shook his head like a rattle.

He was hit by the whip leg, and the pain has not disappeared yet, so he really doesn't want to experience it a second time.

"That big man, come here."

"Brother Xiu, my feet are numb."

"Brother Pingtou."

"Brother Xiu, my stomach hurts."

Ding Xiu counted several people in succession, but none of them were willing to step forward and make gestures.

Who dares to fight with him? It's not human to fight. Ten people have not tested their limits together.

"It's a pity." Ding Xiu sighed regretfully.

This is the reason why he didn't like to fight against others in the past two years. No one can fight, even if ten people fight together, they can't force him to use his full strength.

And I didn't dare to use too much force, I was afraid of hurting people, and I was a little timid.

"Don't lie on the ground, I'll get you some medicinal wine to wipe it off."

The voice fell, and the people on the ground rubbed up to get up.

I didn't get up before because I didn't dare to get up. I was afraid of being beaten, so I simply pretended to be dead on the ground.

A few minutes later, in the yard, a group of big men were shirtless, in groups of two, rubbing medicinal wine for each other.

The screams echoed one after another.

Take a closer look at their bodies, they are more or less wounded, blue and purple.

There is no way, there is no way that you will not be injured in a martial arts competition. Even if you wear protective gear, some places still cannot be protected. After hitting the head, everyone can't control it too much.

Sometimes Ding Xiu couldn't hold back his hands, so it was inevitable that he would strike harder.

Playing with an apple in his hand, Ding Xiu came to Wu Jing and said with a smile, "Brother Jing, today is really too troublesome. I will treat guests tonight, and we will have a meal together."

After snatching the apple, Wu Jing took a big bite: "As part of my job, I also want you to spend more time training me."

Ding Xiu smiled and said: "Good brother, you are so considerate of me. I will definitely do my best to help you. From now on, I will follow today's standard every day. I will hit you in the morning and you will hit me in the afternoon."

The cold wind blows, and everyone looks over.

Still fighting?

It's fine to take a beating, but why are you still beating every day? Who can stand it.

Wu Jingguang flashed, and it seemed that Ding Xiu would not be convinced. He could not collect the field in the future. He took a dozen brothers to be beaten every day.

Since ten or so are not enough, then add more people, twenty, thirty, if not fifty, the most important thing Shicha Sports School lacks is a big man.

"Brother Xiu, see if this works. I'll bring more people over tomorrow."

Ding Xiu's eyes lit up: "Okay."

It's not easy to find a partner to practice with. Ordinary people are weak enough to fight and can't resist beatings. Sports schools are different. They practice martial arts every day, know fighting skills, and have good physique.

It's just that he can't move these people, and they are not his subordinates.

It would be great if Wu Jing could help him recruit someone.

In the afternoon, in the yard, a dozen or so people formed a circle to watch Ding Xiu and Wu Jing's Sanda combat.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Every time Wu Jing kicked Ding Xiu's head violently, Ding Xiu blocked it all with his arms, and spoke while blocking.

"You can't use your strength, your toes should be higher."

"Pay attention to the twisting of the body, the five toes grip the ground, the power is transmitted to the calf through the sole of the foot, the calf drives the thigh, the lower body drives the upper body, and kicks out suddenly."

"Strength is used to the back of the foot."

"Attack the enemy for seven points, keep three points for yourself, don't use all your strength, otherwise once they defend, they will immediately counterattack your middle gap, and you will have no time to defend."

"Let me teach you a combo..."

What Ding Xiu taught was not something advanced, but very common attack methods, kicks in Sanda, boxing, and simple defense.

But it can't stand him because of his strong actual combat experience. Ordinary things immediately become extraordinary when they fall into his hands. There are no fancy movements, and every attack is aimed at the enemy's gap and the vital point.

For example, there is one of his martial arts theory, a minor injury for a major injury, and a major injury for a life.

After listening, all the team members of the sports school were dumbfounded. The teaching in the afternoon opened the door to a new world for them.

The next day, early in the morning, someone came to Ding Xiu's house.

Under the leadership of Wu Jing, [-] men came in, with an average age of [-] years old, and all of them were full of energy, strong and muscular.

Going to that station, the feeling of oppression is full.

Thankfully the yard is big enough, otherwise they wouldn't be able to accommodate them.

"Zhang Zhang, I heard that eight of you were beaten to the bum by one of you yesterday. I'm here today to see you."

"I don't think that someone is a star, I'm afraid of getting hurt, so I didn't dare to do it."

"Fart, no matter how frightened you are afraid of getting hurt, you can beat shit out of ten times, Ding Xiu is really strong."

"You will know what a martial arts movie is in a while."

"Ding Xiu is the strongest I have ever seen in Chuanwuli in my life, and the best at fighting."

"Ten people yesterday, twenty today should be able to do it."

"Quiet, here we come."

Ding Xiu's face was flushed today, he was very happy, and his blood was boiling before the fight started.

After saying hello to the crowd, they were divided into teams of fifteen, each wearing protective gear.

Hitting thirty at a time, he wasn't that arrogant.

Thirty people, the courtyard is almost full, and no one can hold back if they rush forward.

Wu Jing took the video camera and excitedly stood on the stone table to record. This kind of big scene is rare, and it may be once in this life.

"on!"

I don't know who yelled, and fifteen big men rushed towards Ding Xiu together.

Some of the people in this team just arrived today. They have heard that Ding Xiu is powerful, but they don't believe in evil.

One hit ten, is it possible, obviously impossible, what are you bragging about...

"Wow!"

The first figure flew out first, lying on the ground and moaning.

With the first, the second followed.

There are too many people today, Ding Xiu dare not hold back, otherwise he will definitely lose.

On the premise of not killing the killer, he exerted his full strength.

Facing fifteen martial arts practitioners, it was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep and slaughtering all directions. Elbows, fists, legs, knees, every joint of the body was his weapon.

Under his fist, someone screamed every second.

It's not like someone who got up to fight the second battle after being beaten to the ground yesterday, and the third battle, it is rare to get up after lying down today.

Another batch of [-] people watching the battle were in charge of treating the wounded, and they helped the wounded to the side. In less than five minutes, Ding Xiu was the only one left standing.

I saw his lips parted, panting slightly.

Don't look at Ding Xiu as a normal person, in fact he has been punched and kicked a lot, and was almost overwhelmed by their crowd tactics twice.

Taking a few deep breaths, Ding Xiu waved: "The next batch."

Wu Jing looked solemn, holding the camera in one hand, and waved forward with the other: "Go."

Today's Ding Xiu is a bit different, he is still the same person, but with more momentum.

That's right, it's the momentum.

Master Wu Bing mentioned momentum to him before, and he has seen it before, and it is not mysterious.

Fighting big cocks are also a kind of aura. When two men fight and get angry, the aura is different.

Dan Dingxiu's momentum was different from theirs.

After the first round, he just stood there, his eyes overwhelming, like a raging lion, he didn't dare to let anyone approach him, and his heart was terrified.

"Boom!"

"thump!"

"Fuck!"

"wild."

"Ah! My leg, brother, be merciful."

"Brothers, he will die soon, come on."

"Day, I don't play anymore."

"Depend on!"

Three minutes after the start of the battle, the second group of people were beaten so demoralized that they hid to the side one by one.

Seeing this scene, Wu Jing was speechless, he knew that he was scared out of his wits, and there was no need to fight anymore.

Don't blame them, he was scared himself.

Just finished fighting a team of [-] people, how can we fight another [-] people, and the more we fight, the more courageous we are.

"Sorry, it's a bit heavy." Ding Xiu walked up to an injured person, raised the other's arm, pulled it, and the dislocated arm recovered.

Looking around, there are no serious injuries, and they can be alive and well after a few days of rest.

"Brother Xiu, you have a nosebleed." Wang Baoqiang gave Ding Xiu a tissue and pointed to his nose.

Ding Xiu wiped it lightly, really, he was too excited to pay attention.

Looks like he did get punched in the nose.

Not just the nose, but the corners of his mouth, he's been punched so many times on the head, it's going to be red.

The calves and thighs were swept, and there was a tingling sensation, and I don't know how many pimples were added.

"Brother Xiu, are you accepting apprentices? I want to practice with you."

A lame boy ran up to Ding Xiu and said.

Hearing this, the air suddenly became quiet, and dozens of heads looked at Ding Xiu in unison.

Compared with Ding Xiu, the teachers in the sports school are very weak. Most of the things they teach are performances in competitions, and they have no actual combat ability.

If he could learn martial arts with Ding Xiu, why not go to a sports school?

After practicing for a year and a half, beating four or five ordinary people is not like playing.

It is not certain that he will become a martial arts master in the future.

These people have all practiced martial arts since childhood. It would be a lie to say that they have no love for martial arts. No one has ever dreamed of becoming a master.

Who wants to miss this opportunity to realize their dreams.

Ding Xiu looked at the guy in front of him: "Do you know Baji?"

He had a little impression that this guy had used Bajiquan when he was fighting against him. It was the kind of Bajiquan performed in a sports school. As soon as he stomped his feet, before he breathed out, he was swept on his thigh with his foot, lying on the ground and screaming. .

The young man scratched the back of his head and smiled, "I practice Wu's Baji."

His Bajiquan was taught by the teacher of the sports school, not just him, most of the people who came today have learned Bajiquan, it is a famous boxing after all.

There are so many seniors in this session, he has practiced relatively well.

But compared with Ding Xiu's Bajiyi, there is a huge difference.

Good guy, that's called Gaga Meng, with fists, elbows and knees, and the three-axe hit them to the ground, and they fell to the ground when they were hit. The strength was too strong.

Even the teacher from the sports school came here today, and I'm afraid he won't be able to withstand it.

Holding the young man's hand, Ding Xiu said: "It's fine to accept apprentices. If you have time, let's communicate with each other."

The corners of Wu Jing's mouth twitched. He was sure that Ding Xiu's communication was probably the same as it is today. A group of people used him as sandbags.

The so-called free time refers to when he is free from filming, maybe two or three times a year.

"I'm sorry, I was the one to be rude." The young man blushed and said, "I'll come to the door in person with the apprentice ceremony some other day."

Real kung fu is covered up, whoever spreads the word out about nothing, and opens his mouth to ask for a teacher in the public, he will definitely not do it, and he will not save face.

Buy a good gift another day, and invite famous teachers from the school to come with you to make it more formal.

Ding Xiu smiled and refused again: "I really have no intention of accepting apprentices."

Back then, Baoqiang wanted to learn from him but didn't teach him, including Wu Jing these days.

Martial arts is a killing skill, why teach it? If you break the law, you might be in it for the rest of your life.

What he taught Wu Jing was just ordinary fighting techniques, not including the killer moves he had learned.

Look at the dozens of pairs of straight eyes at the scene, and you will know that if you accept one today, you will be able to step through the threshold for those who come to apprentice in the future.

With kung fu, these people ran to fight fiercely, and in the end, something happened that was not worth the loss, which harmed him and ruined the family.

The boy was disappointed, forced a smile and said, "Trouble Master Ding more in the future."

Patting him on the shoulder, Ding Xiu said, "Just call me Brother, Master Ding is not used to it."

"Brother Xiu."

"Well, let's rest first. At noon, I will ask my assistant to order a few more tables of wine and food, so we can have a drink together."

Back in the room, Ding Xiu took a shower, changed his clothes, and grinning his teeth in pain as he saw the bruises and bruises all over his body.

But today I played very comfortably, the most comfortable time in history, as if the chest was full of air, I felt comfortable all over.

At noon, the yard was very lively.

Everyone was drinking and chatting, and the atmosphere was very good.

"It's not that I'm bragging. Brother Xiu received two punches from me. At that time, I resisted his fist and didn't retreat half a step. Going up to Bangbang was just two punches."

"And me, my shadowless leg swept Brother Xiu's lower body, and it was my leg that gave you the chance to attack."

"Okay, stop bragging, without me strangling his neck from behind, you would have been fucked up long ago."

"Fart, obviously I strangled the neck."

"Brother recorded a video, take a look..."

The video was in Wu Jing's hands, the whole process was recorded, and it was placed on the table again. Everyone seemed to be watching a movie, and the first reaction was that Baji was fierce.

As the old saying goes, there is Tai Chi in literature to secure the world, and eight poles in martial arts to determine the universe.

It is also said that Taiji does not go out for ten years, and Baji kills people in one year.

No matter what kind of argument it is, it shows the ferocity of Bajiquan, but over the years, there are not many real masters, and most of the active ones are liars.

As a result, the common people said that traditional martial arts cannot be played.

If this video is taken out, I don’t know how many people’s jaws will be shocked.

(End of this chapter)