This actor wants to pay more

Chapter 259
"Gossip tricks, be careful."

After reminding this sentence, the girl's attack came later, with both palms, focusing on Ding Xiu's vital points, cheeks, chin, and ribs.

The feet were not idle, they kicked all the important parts, all of which were men's weaknesses such as the lower body.

Ding Xiu put one hand behind his back and unwrapped his moves with one hand. From time to time, he took a few steps back and then moved forward, commenting in his mouth: "Bagua palm is well practiced, a bit talented, but not good at learning. If you can work hard for three to five years , should be able to enter the room."

This is a very high evaluation given by Ding Xiu.

If you want to practice kung fu, it is impossible without ten or eight years, but getting started is just getting started, and you have not yet mastered it. The threshold of this industry is inside.

He Xiaoyu's gossip has already been introduced, and it can be seen that what he learned is authentic, breathing, and attack methods are all real, different from the half-baked ones outside.

Her talent is good, not to mention girls, even ordinary men, it takes a lot of time to practice to this level.

If He Xiaoyu is willing to study hard, it will not be difficult to practice in three to five years.

After entering the room, you should think about strength. It's hard to tell if Ding Xiu is a master. Whether he is a master or not depends on whether he can develop strength. Many people have not practiced strength for a lifetime, and some people have it in their [-]s and [-]s.

This requires talent, but also opportunities, luck.

I remember that in my previous life, I practiced energy because of a life-and-death battle, and I got energy when I fought.

This life is a step-by-step, follow the gourd and draw a ladle, and walk more easily than in the previous life.

"Stop hitting, it's boring, I can't beat you." He Xiaoyu stopped, panting slightly.

Ding Xiu cupped his hands: "Acceptance, remember to settle the bill."

Today's first 100 arrived in the account. This money is really easy to earn, much faster than filming.

Stroking the messy black hair on his forehead, He Xiaoyu's chest heaved and he put his hips on his hips and said, "Got it, I will give it to you. Hey, how did you practice? You are so good at such a young age?"

Not only is she a top student, but she is also known as a genius on the road of martial arts. It takes others a month to learn a set of palm techniques, but she can be familiar with them in seven or eight days.

Moreover, her martial arts competition has never been a step-by-step dismantling of moves, but has her own understanding and attack methods.

In addition, if you don't need money to hire a famous teacher to guide you, you have a good gossip attainment in your 20s, and she usually doesn't pay attention to two or three big guys.

But he didn't expect that Ding Xiu would be defeated by Ding Xiu, and he would abuse her with one hand.

Before making the move, she had watched Ding Xiu's two martial arts contests. Although she knew she would lose, she never expected to lose so badly. It would be embarrassing for one hand to spread.

Ding Xiu said calmly: "Little sister, brother is not young."

Wu Jing covered his face, turned his head and pretended not to know Ding Xiu, and he knew that Ding Xiu was capable of speaking yellow accents on such a serious occasion.

"Hmph, stinky man." With a cold snort, He Xiaoyu ran to a table next to him angrily, picked up a teacup and poured himself a cup, and poured it into his mouth.

After drinking, he sneaked a glance at Ding Xiu, wanting to see which other family would stand up.

It is impossible to lose the plaque if you lose. There are many martial arts gyms that can spend 100 million, just to see if they have the courage to end.

After a few rounds, Ding Xiu's strength is obvious to all. He is definitely a master among the masters. Ordinary disciples should not go up to join in the fun. Masters, uncles and uncles can try it out.

However, relying on seniority and age, it would be embarrassing to win, and even more embarrassing to lose.

"I'm here to ask for advice."

Another man came down from the second floor, wearing a white martial arts uniform with a black ribbon tied around his waist, the iconic karate style.

Ding Xiu shook his head slowly: "You can't."

It's not that he looks down on this martial art. As modern fighting, karate is one of the sports. In the ring, there are also many places that cannot be hit, and there are many rules.

This is very similar to Sanda, Taekwondo and the like.

The more professional a boxer is, the more fights he has fought, the more disadvantaged he will be against the opponent.

Years of muscle memory allows you to subconsciously avoid the opponent's vital parts when making a hitting action.

Kung fu is a killing skill, you don't even have the consciousness of hitting the vital points, no matter how powerful kung fu is, it's just exercise after all, used to strengthen your body.

"I offer 100 million." The man raised his index finger and said.

"Cauldron, side please."

Ding Xiu immediately changed his expression, he was extremely enthusiastic.

This is the atmosphere of making friends with martial arts. I was impulsive before. The more such money-spreading boys are, the better. It is best if there is a steady stream. He can fight until dark.

"Please!" The man crossed his hands, shouted, bowed politely, clenched his fists, and slid down to Ding Xiu.

After taking a closer look, the man seemed to have found a flaw, and raised his foot to sweep towards Ding Xiu's head.

Almost at the same time, Ding Xiu shortened his body, twisted his waist, and kicked sideways.

The two legs intersected, and the karate man's feet fell into the air, staying above Ding Xiu's head, and Ding Xiu kicked the opponent's chin.

He didn't say to wear protective measures, and when he kicked it out, Ding Xiu could hear the impact of his feet and jaw, and the collision of lower teeth and upper teeth.

"Bang!"

He was kicked in the chin, and the karate man leaned back and lay down straight. His mouth was full of blood, and his clean and tidy martial arts uniform was a lot red.

The medical staff came to rescue him, opened his mouth, and his two rows of teeth were bare.

For this reason, there are no people who dare to attack in the lobby on the first floor, and many martial arts gyms on the second floor are also retreating.

"Any more?"

"I have one hand this time."

"Don't miss it when you pass by, you can't lose money if you buy it for 100 million, and you can't be fooled if you buy it for 100 million."

"The karate that was lifted down just now, remember to settle the bill later."

No matter how much Ding Xiu yelled, no one moved. He sighed after missing hundreds of millions, and finally stepped on the stairs to the second floor.

When he came to the stairs, he saw many acquaintances on it. There were so many people just now that he didn't pay attention to them.

On the second floor are Cheng Long, Cheng Xiaodong, Yuan Bing and others.

"Brother Long, I have troubled you again."

"Fight hard, make friends with martial arts, don't worry."

"Cheng Dao, Brother Bing, I invite you to drink tonight."

"Nonsense, you have earned millions, if you don't kill me, who will you kill?"

"Mr. Wu, it's hard work coming from afar."

"Come on, don't embarrass the mainland."

When Ding Xiu was still saying hello at the stairs, there was already a ghost in the lobby on the first floor who passed the news to the outside media.

One spreads ten, ten spreads one hundred, and everyone knows in a short while.

"Ma Qiang, the successor of Cai Li-Fo, was KO'd on the field, so what the hell is Ding Xiu?"

"Cai Lifo is going to take off the plaque, is Ding Xiu confident or arrogant?"

"Hong Quan master Xie Shankui lost the second round and voluntarily withdrew from the arena. Can Ding Xiu, who has fought twice in a row, pass the level?"

"Fuck, Mainland boy is fierce enough, hasn't the boss come out to stop him yet? If someone breaks through Bajia, you don't have to mess around in the future."

"Don't worry, everyone, someone will take care of him, just wait and see the good show."

"Gossip He Xiaoyu came on the stage, Ding Xiu finished the abuse with one hand, and the other party dropped 100 million."

"Three consecutive victories, even if he loses later, Ding Xiu is enough. Who dares to say that he is stupid."

"Four consecutive victories, the karate boss has already been taken to the hospital."

"I'm so stupid, no wonder I dare to accept the tactics of the Eight Great Martial Arts Schools. There is indeed something."

"Wing Chun is trembling!"

Ding Xiu's appointment with the Eight Great Martial Arts Schools can be said to be full of twists and turns. At the beginning, he didn't know Wing Chun, and he fought against other disciples in private, and he beat several of them.

Who knew that the younger ones would come to the older ones, the head of the house, the owner of the hall had spoken, saying that he bullied the younger with the big ones, a kind of one-on-one, and even offered a reward of 50 yuan.

Ding Xiu is not far behind here, and he will appear on the stage with a million dollars.

The other side changed hands and raised the bonus to 100 million.

On the day of the appointment, everyone was waiting for Ding Xiu to be overthrown. Who knew that when the news came out, Ding Xiu beat the pot four times in a row, and his reputation was reversed all of a sudden.

Many netizens are waiting for him to pass the level.

In the Internet age, with the explosion of information, the news from Hong Kong Island quickly spread to the mainland. Ding Xiu's fans couldn't sit still and supported him online.

Compared with Hong Kong Island, the mainland is his territory, and he has many more fans, and his momentum is huge in an instant.

Whenever Ding Xiu wins a round, there is a wave of enthusiasm on the Internet, and some people even open a bet, betting how many times he can fight, which of the eight major martial arts gyms will hit the street.

After all, Wang Baoqiang, Huang Bo and others are celebrities, so it is not easy to support them publicly, and they are also waving their flags on the Internet under different aliases.

"Brother Xiu, what a fool, fuck him."

"Let them see what Bajiquan is."

"Brother Xiu, I will always support you, come on!"

"Come back and buy you a drink, win a game and drink for a week."

"Niu Pi, you won again, as expected of you."

……

"Quanzhen, Zhang Xiong."

"I'm willing to pay 100 million yuan to fight, Master Ding. I want to compete with weapons in this round."

Ding Xiu went up to the second floor, followed by the people in the hall on the first floor. As soon as he came in, he saw a good show. Zhang Xiong, the head of Quanzhen, wanted to beat Ding Xiu with weapons.

When they heard Quanzhen, many people thought it was Quanzhen from martial arts novels, but it was not.

Quanzhen has a history of more than 800 years, and there are many branches. Each school learns differently.

Zhang Xiong in front of him is the latter.

With one hand, he played the Longmen dog-beating stick superbly. With one stick in his hand, he once beat a group of people to run away with their heads in their arms.

This time with Ding Xiu's weapon competition, he can be regarded as confident.

He watched the previous few rounds, and the big guys analyzed it, and the consensus was that Ding Xiu's Bajiquan was very good, he had rich fighting skills and experience, and he was proficient in legwork.

However, it is impossible for a person to know everything.

Everyone agreed that weapons should be Ding Xiu's shortcoming. This time they are not fighting with fists, but with weapons. Let's see how Ding Xiu can win.

"Okay, what kind of weapon is better?" Ding Xiu asked.

The second floor is much more spacious than the first floor. All the tables, chairs and benches have been removed, leaving a large space with weapon racks beside it. There are quite a lot of weapons.

"Let's compare sticks." Zhang Xiong picked up his usual dog-beating stick and said.

The dog-beating stick is 1.2 meters long, the thickness of a baby's arm, and there are uneven tree bumps on it. It is said to be a stick, but it looks like a mace.

In ancient battlefields, maces were specially used to break armor. Once the mace is used, your bones will be broken.

Although Zhang Xiong's dog-beating stick is not as powerful as a mace, but judging from the patina and heavy weight on it, it is also uncomfortable to be hit on the body, and it is certain that it will hurt the muscles and bones.

This wave is much more dangerous than the previous ones.

If you accidentally hit it on the head, it might be fatal.

But at the level of Ding Xiu and Zhang Xiong, if you want to control your weapons so as not to hurt people's lives, you can still do it.

"You're smart." Ding Xiu smiled, went to the weapon rack, and chose a Qinglong Yanyue Saber.

The crowd couldn't stand it anymore, the corners of their mouths twitched wildly, and couldn't help but say: "Master Ding, Master Zhang used a wooden stick, isn't it appropriate for you to use a machete?"

Who would dare to use such a Qinglongyanyue knife?

The firepower is not equal at all.

Let alone the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, it is a machete that fell into the hands of ordinary young people. Maybe young people have the confidence to do Tyson.

"Just kidding, it won't happen." Ding Xiu put down the Qinglong Yanyue Saber, and took an eyebrow stick: "Is this the head office?"

"can."

There was only a dog-beating stick at the scene, and Ding Xiu was not allowed to use a knife, and he certainly would not be allowed to use a sword and a spear, but it was really unreasonable not to allow anyone to use anything.

The eyebrow-aligning stick is one of the few weapons that can be chosen.

If this is not allowed, Ding Xiu can only fight with others empty-handed, and the reputation of the eight major martial arts schools will be lost, and he will not be able to embarrass anyone.

"Master Zhang, is it okay?" Ding Xiu asked Zhang Xiong with eyebrows raised and sticks on the ground.

Zhang Xiong said seriously: "Yes."

After finishing speaking, he held the dog-beating stick with both hands, slowly raised it in front of his body, and supported it with his left arm.

The stick is an old thing, very heavy, no different from an iron one, and it is tiring for him to swing it all the way and beat others.

Kicking the bottom of the stick with one foot, Ding Xiu also held the stick with both hands: "Then I won't be polite, let someone call to start."

Wu Bing stood up and said in a deep voice, "Three, two, one, let's go!"

"Snapped!"

After the words fell, Ding Xiu's stick fell towards the top of Zhang Xiong's head, and Zhang Xiong raised the dog-beating stick to pick it up.

The two sticks collided, and Ding Xiu's stick was bounced off, and the top was split.

"Fuck, you are not an ordinary stick." Ding Xiu looked at the cracked eyebrow stick and said.

Zhang Xiong's stick was as hard as an iron bar, and he could feel it when he touched it, otherwise it wouldn't be the eyebrow stick that broke.

"Master Ding, you can't afford to lose, just say it, don't make excuses."

"Old Zhang practiced dog-beating sticks. This is well known. You don't want to play tricks, do you?"

"His dog-beating stick is hard, but your eyebrow-level stick is long. After all, everyone will suffer."

As the person involved, Zhang Xiong kept a dark face and didn't speak. Fortunately, his face was already dark, otherwise he would definitely panic with embarrassment.

Only he knew the unfairness of this martial arts competition, and he really took advantage of the weapons.

This was only the first blow by Ding Xiu, as long as he smashed down with two sticks, if Ding Xiu dared to block it with the eyebrow-leveling stick, the eyebrow-leveling stick would break after a few blows.

When the time comes, Ding Xiu will fight with bare hands, what will he use to fight?

"All right, let's make do." Ding Xiu stepped on the front end of the eyebrow-qi stick, turned the stick into a 1.5-meter short stick, and then held the tail with both hands.

This is the gesture of holding a knife.

Others couldn't understand it, but Wu Jing and Wu Bing could. They had seen Ding Xiu's weapon strength.

Ordinary people may think that Ding Xiu's boxing skills are powerful, but they don't know that his sword skills are unique.

The knife is deadly, murderous, fast and ruthless, opening and closing.

"Snapped!"

This time, it was another stick, no, or a knife.

From bottom to top, Ni Kasao cut straight at Zhang Xiong's dog-beating stick.

All of a sudden, the stick in Zhang Xiong's hand almost fell out.

(End of this chapter)