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Chapter 203 Baoqiang's No. [-] Male

"Brother Xiu is too powerful, so many of us can't beat him alone."

"This boxing technique, this leg technique, are strong."

"From today on, brother Xiu is my idol."

Surrounding the camera, a group of people kept flattering and flattering, and they also chased stars, and they were chasing Li Lianjie, seniors like Wu Jing who showed kung fu in the entertainment industry.

Ding Xiu's martial arts are so powerful, he naturally became the object of their admiration.

"If we use knives, how many more Brother Xiu can hit?"

In the crowd, whoever said something said something, and a new round of discussion started again.

"Look at the knives. If it's Kaishan, Nine Rings, Guansha, and watermelon knives, four or five people are almost the limit of Brother Xiu."

"I think Brother Xiu can get four or five people at the cost of minor injuries, and at most a few knives. If it is at the cost of serious injuries, it shouldn't be a problem to fight six or seven people."

Fighting six or seven people with knives with bare hands at the cost of serious injuries is already a very high evaluation.

As an ordinary person, who dares to say that he can fight six or seven swordsmen.

There is a coach in the sports school who practices Sanda. He has played professionally before and has achieved outstanding results. In his words, when he meets two people with knives, he turns around and runs away without saying a word.

If they hadn't seen Ding Xiu's strength, they would not have dared to say that someone could fight six or seven sword-wielding swordsmen.

"Six or seven are too many, a bit unrealistic, and five is the limit."

"Are you kidding, five, who do you look down on, at least ten for the bottom line."

"Would you like to let Brother Xiu try?"

After the words fell, everyone stared at the speaker with the eyes of a fool.

It's okay to fight with fists, use a knife, or gang fights, are you kidding?What if you accidentally cut it on your body?
You don't need to go all out, if you just put on a show, there is no need to compete, because the real level cannot be measured.

The good-natured Wu Jing saw the jujube tree not far away, rolled his eyes, and said, "If you don't use a branch dipped in ink or something instead of a knife, and a seal means a hit knife, the effect should be similar."

Wang Baoqiang said happily: "This is fine, brother Jing, why don't you come and make a sample?"

"Okay, no problem."

Wu stood up in shock, and said to Ding Xiu: "Brother Xiu, break some of your branches."

Ding Xiu didn't care: "As long as you are happy."

He probably knows how many people with knives can face an ordinary person with bare hands.

It is not an exaggeration to say that there is a huge difference in lethality with or without a knife.

Asking someone to go out and buy a bottle of red ink, Wu Jing broke off a branch and gave some branches to other juniors.

A simulation biased towards actual combat begins.

Two to one.

ten seconds later.

"Ow!"

"I rely on!"

"Stop playing."

As soon as Wu Jing raised his foot, a tree branch hit his thigh, and just as he retracted his leg, another tree branch hit his head, and he blocked it with his hand.

Not surprisingly, a red mark appeared on his hand.

Then there is the impenetrable shadow strip.

In just a few seconds, there were more than ten red marks on his body, some on his neck, some on his head, and the most on his legs and hands.

"Brother, if we were holding a knife, we might be sent to the ICU with this injury."

Wu Jing looked at the red mark on his body and said, "It's a bit exaggerated. If it's a person, I should be able to fight back."

It's just a person, he can carry a few times hard, quickly close to the body, and bring down the opponent in the fastest time.

Two people can't do it, they can't prevent it at all, and they are drawn seven or eight times in the blink of an eye, who can stop it.

Unless it's Ding Xiu.

Wu Jing turned his head and said to Ding Xiu: "Brother Xiu, why don't you try?"

Ding Xiu shook his head: "The two of them are not enough."

"How about three more?"

"Adding three is the same result."

"Hey, brother Xiu, it's not that the brothers don't believe it, can you open our eyes."

"Brother Xiu, give me a hand."

"Brother Xiu, give me a hand."

"Everyone applauded."

Under the booing of everyone, Ding Xiu came to the middle of the yard, and Wu Jing vacated the space by three times and five times.

The five most powerful ones were selected, and each of them held a half-meter-long branch, stained with ink, and waited for the call to start.

The rest of the people gathered around to watch the fun.

Rolling up his sleeves, Wu Jing said, "Ready, three, two, one!"

"Snapped!"

Ding Xiu took the lead in attacking, slid close to one person, swung his arm behind him, hit the opponent's wrist, and turned around with an elbow.

After finishing a person, it seems that there are eyes in the back of the head, bending over and bowing his head, and kicking back.

The other person who was about to attack was kicked away.

There are three people left.

He sprinted violently, got up and jumped, kicked two of them in a row, and the other one was thrown by him and hit the ground hard.

It was this battle that was infinitely close to reality, and it ended in less than a minute.

"Brother Xiu, fierce!" Wu Jing gave a thumbs up.

He had fought just now, and he knew what it was like to face someone with a knife, and he was very timid.

As soon as you make a move, someone will slash you with a backhand.

It made him dare not stretch out his hands or kick his feet.

Ding Xiu unbuttoned his jacket: "Faced with this situation, if you want to be tough, you can only get close, and if you pull away from it, you are waiting for death."

One arm plus a knife, the attack range is less than [-] meters, if you dare not approach, the ending will be the same as Wu Jing, being hacked to death by others.

Wu Jing frowned bitterly: "I understand the truth, but I can't rely on it."

The red marks on his neck and head are trying to get close to being drawn.

Ding Xiu said it lightly, like him, there are not many people who rushed directly and narrowly avoided the branches.

If a real knife is used, the oppression will only be stronger, and if there is a slight mistake, the head will fall.

"Naturally, you haven't experienced actual combat. Some things require courage in addition to skills."

In ancient times, there was no saying that practicing martial arts did not strengthen the body, whether it was defending the home and defending the country, or turning grass into a bandit, it was all for the purpose of killing people.

Therefore, those who practice martial arts first raise three points of murderous aura.

With a murderous aura in your heart, facing the enemy is either you die or I live. When life and death are at stake, you will not stay close because of fear.

In the previous fight, Wu Jing had the idea of ​​getting close, but the timing was too late, it would be better if it was earlier.

Missing the best opportunity, all that awaits him is death.

Wu Jing rolled his eyes: "Then you don't have much actual combat experience, what can you do?"

Ding Xiu is younger than him, and he was very powerful in his early twenties a few years ago. He is young, so he can't be a mercenary returning.

Besides, he graduated from high school, which means that life is no different from ordinary people.

In the final analysis, it is still a technical problem.

Ding Xiu shrugged: "Maybe it's my talent."

He has experienced more battles than Wu Jing, and he was trembling at the beginning, but he got used to it after experiencing life and death a few more times.

Not to mention that these people are holding branches, he is not afraid of real knives.

Wu Jing was speechless to this explanation, what else could he say.

Seeing wooden knives, wooden swords and long spears on the weapon rack in the yard, Wu Jing said, "Why don't we try that."

Wooden knives and wooden swords are made one-to-one with real swords and swords. Except for the difference in lethality, there is no other difference, and it will be very painful to cut on the body.

Before Wu Jing was able to forcefully attack with a branch on his shoulders, he would not have dared to slash him with a wooden knife, as he would be able to knock him over with two blows.

"It doesn't matter, it's all the same."

"Then we will not be polite, brothers, copy guys."

Ding Xiu had quite a few guys on the weapon shelf. This time, ten people took things, and Wu Jing himself took a long gun.

He himself is a spear champion and has practiced for many years.

After shaking a gun flower, Wu Jing put it on his shoulder, smiled and said to Ding Xiu: "Brother Xiu, do you want to take a weapon?"

Not bragging, with a long gun in his hand, he is worthy of Tyson.

So what about the heavy boxers, one shot makes a hole.

There are so many people now, to be honest, Ding Xiu can't beat them [-]% without weapons.

"It's okay, I can do whatever I want."

Ding Xiu turned and went into the house, and when he came out, he was holding the Miao Dao that Gao Yuanyuan gave him, and the light of the saber was cold.

Crowd: ...

Wu Jing: ...

This Nima is what you said casually?

Brother, we use wooden knives, you use real knives, do you want to be so ruthless, who would dare to do this?

Ding Xiu explained: "I didn't start this one."

Wu was frightened, and he was also a little scared when he didn't strike. It's not a joke to cut someone with such a big knife on his body.

Ding Xiu teased and said, "What, are you afraid?"

Stiffing his neck, Wu Jing said: "I'm afraid, it doesn't exist, I'm afraid of hurting you."

Ding Xiu said: "Come on then, don't worry, I won't hurt you, I have a sense of propriety."

Wu startled his spear and said, "Brothers, go."

After finishing speaking, the gun was like a dragon, and he stabbed at Ding Xiu. As soon as he shot, he saw that there was no one around him from the corner of his eye, and his heart felt chilled.

These bastards are so disrespectful, so he is alone.

"Crack!" Ding Xiu just waved his knife lightly, fearing that the spear would fall head-on, and said to the people behind Wu Jing: "Let's go together, why are you standing still?"

Everyone regained their composure and tried to rush over.

However, the wooden knife and wooden sword in his hand still did not dare to use too much force.

Among the crowd, Wang Baoqiang was still eating braised pork calmly, thinking whether to pack some to take home, because the family was running out of food.

As for worrying about Ding Xiu, it doesn't exist.

When renting a house together before, he often practiced with Ding Xiu.

It is said that Ding Xiu's boxing skills are good, which is a big mistake.

The strongest is the knife technique.

"Snapped!"

"Bang!"

"Crack."

With Miao Dao in his hand, Ding Xiu had more fun playing. Facing ten people, he didn't show any panic at all. The Dao was an extension of his arm, and he could deflect the attack with a random pick.

Literally no one can get close.

Instead, several people were hit by him with the back of his knife.

Wu Jing was the worst, he would be slashed back again and again by the powerful blade, one after another, chopping mountains and seas.

He could only raise his gun to defend, and he didn't dare to relax his carelessness at all, for fear that if one of them couldn't stop, Miao Dao would fall on his head.

"Brother Xiu, it's almost done."

Wu Jing felt that the spear in his hand was about to shoot sparks, and his hands were numb from the shock.

"Okay, let's go." Ding Xiu flicked his backhand, and Wu Jing's spear was thrown out of his hand.

In the next second, the tip of the knife rested on his neck.

Raising his hands, Wu Jing said tremblingly, "Brother Xiu, take it easy."

Damn it, Ding Xiu's sword skills are so strong that ten people can be completely tortured, which is easier than using fists.

Ding Xiu put away his saber, and said to Wu Bing, who was leaning against the screen wall behind the crowd, "Master Wu, how long do we have to wait?"

Everyone turned their heads and stood upright one by one, their hearts felt cool.

Wu Jing stepped forward: "Master, when did you come?"

Wu Bing said with a dark face: "Thirty people in the team ask for leave, do you think I will come or not?"

Wu Jing wanted to make a movie and needed someone to practice Sanda. He opened the back door and asked him to go to the team to find someone to practice with. Who would have thought that this kid would take thirty of them away at once.

With so many people, Wu Bing thought they had gone to a gang fight.

After inquiring all the way, I found out that Ding Xiu's house was here.

After entering the door, I saw them competing for a test, so I didn't bother, and watched for a while.

"Ding Xiu, I haven't seen you for a few months, and my martial arts have improved." Wu Bing greeted Ding Xiu.

It was only at the beginning of the year that I had a drink with Ding Xiu and tried a few tricks. The momentum at that time was different from what it is now.

Of course, that meeting was also powerful, but it was not as sharp and decisive as it is now.

Don't know what happened to him either.

Ding Xiu put away the knife: "It's okay, I have nothing to do to practice."

Looking Ding Xiu up and down, Wu Bing half-jokingly said: "You are not practicing casually, there are many apprentices today, so you can do two tricks another day when you have time."

It is really not honorable to be beaten to the ground by Ding Xiu in front of his disciples.

In addition, he couldn't move anymore and didn't want to fight.

At such a big age, it's time to rest.

"That's settled." Ding Xiu nodded, that is to say, old man Wu can fight him a few tricks when he explodes, but others can't.

Uh, Wu Bing has black lines all over his head, he said a few words politely, why did he take it seriously?

"I'll talk about it later, I'll talk about it later, I'm a bit busy today, let's go first, everyone, return to the team!"

After many years of coaching, Wu Bing's aura is no worse than Ding Xiu's. With a roar, everyone is like a mouse meeting a cat, and they just stand at attention and rest.

They all ran out of Ding Xiu's house in desperation.

In a few seconds, the courtyard, which was still lively just now, quieted down.

Only Wang Baoqiang was left packing meals.

Ding Xiu smiled and said, "Baoqiang, if you're hungry, I'll lend you some money."

His face turned red, Wang Baoqiang said: "Brother, no need, I have money, I just want to eat so many dishes without wasting them, pack them up and eat them at home."

I haven't paid back the one I borrowed last time, so I don't have the nerve to borrow it again.

"Yes, it's a good habit. If you have any difficulties, just say so. Don't be polite." Holding the knife, Ding Xiu went back to the room to install it.

Before entering the room, an orange flew towards his forehead.

Reaching out to catch it, Ding Xiu looked up and saw Gao Yuanyuan from the attic in the backyard.

Facing him, Gao Yuanyuan clenched her fists and made a ferocious expression.

There were so many people in the family, she didn't show her head, and watched Ding Xiu having fun with a group of men wielding knives and guns.

The people in the yard were eating deliciously, and she was going crazy from hunger in the backyard, so she didn't even say to bring some over.

Before Ding Xiu entered the room, Gao Yuanyuan made a gesture to look at the phone.

On the coffee table, Ding Xiu picked up his phone and looked at it, it was full of text messages.

Bring food, I'm hungry, bring food here, do you still want tonight... don't talk about moving by yourself in the future, I don't have the strength...

After putting the knife away, Ding Xiu poked his head out to take a look. Baoqiang had already left. He went into the kitchen and brought some food to Gao Yuanyuan in the backyard.

My own daughter-in-law must not be hungry.

In the evening, Ding Xiu fed his daughter-in-law, and the two leaned in the yard to watch the stars, when Wang Baoqiang called.

"Brother Xiu, I have it!"

Ding Xiu and Gao Yuanyuan were shocked and looked at each other.

"Bao Qiang, tell me clearly, what happened."

"Drama, script, male, leading male, yes, directed by Kang Kang Honglei."

Too excited, Wang Baoqiang couldn't speak easily.

Ding Xiu breathed a sigh of relief: "Well, congratulations."

After speaking, she turned her head and whispered to Gao Yuanyuan: "Who is Kang Honglei?"

Gao Yuanyuan didn't speak, but just gave a thumbs up.

The silence speaks.

(End of this chapter)