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Chapter 78
Ding Xiu found a place to sit down, Wu Jing pulled the chair and came to him, talking about how powerful Donnie Yen is, and kept fanning the fire.

Hearing that Ding Xiu was eager to try, he couldn't wait to have a fight.

To be honest, after the fight between Yu Chenghui and Wu Bing, he probably knows the foundation of Chuanwu.

The older generation has kung fu, but they haven't had much actual combat, and haven't seen blood, so they are timid and not refreshing enough to fight.

In addition, when you are older, it is indeed not as fierce as young people.

Wu Bing was out of breath after a few hands with him.

Ding Xiu had already let go of Mantis Fist. He reckoned that no matter how good Yu Hai was, he would at most be at the same level as Yu Chenghui and the others.

Now he wants to try a new style of martial arts, that is, the kind of Sanda and karate that Wu Jing said Yen Zidan practiced.

I heard that this kind of kung fu is very strong in actual combat, and almost all of them are played step by step from the ring.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

The knock on the door interrupted Ding Xiu's train of thought, and when he looked up, Zhang Yimou had already pushed the door open.

Everyone gets up.

"Sorry to keep everyone waiting for a long time."

"Everywhere, we've just arrived."

"Mr. Zhang, I haven't seen you for a while. This time I heard that you are going to start the machine. I came here to try out a role. It doesn't matter if you play a maid."

"Thank you Ziyi, everyone, sit down quickly and don't be restrained."

"Gong Li, what have you been up to lately..."

After entering the door, Zhang Yi didn't mention the character, but chatted about the daily life, and everyone chatted a few words, including Ding Xiu, whom he didn't know.

"I heard from Director Cheng that your martial arts are very powerful, and you can actually fight. I'm curious. If you are surrounded by people, how many can you fight?"

"With bare hands, maybe a dozen."

Well, it can kill a dozen or so.

Ding Xiu was not exaggerating at all.

The dozen or so here refer to the kind of desperate, well-trained desperadoes.

In fact, in real life, the psychological quality of ordinary people is not high. Even if a dozen or so people beat him up, as long as one or two are killed, the others will run away.

It would be easier if he had a knife in his hand. He wiped one of the people's necks with a knife, and he didn't need to shoot. The other party immediately called the police.

"Heh!" Donnie Yen laughed out loud: "My kid is exaggerating. I have practiced martial arts and boxing. It's not a problem to fight two or three, but it's not like one plus one if I get three." Simple."

"As the old saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands, and if you are surrounded by others, no matter how powerful you are, it's useless."

"A few years ago there was news in Los Angeles that a professional boxer was robbed by a few hooligans. He was stabbed four times and his intestines were broken."

"I don't dare to tell others. As far as I am concerned, if the other party is two people and still has a knife, I will turn around and run without saying a word."

As soon as Ding Xiu opened his mouth, he knew whether he was bragging, or the way of passing on martial arts, the familiar formula, the familiar taste.

Let him continue blowing, after a while Hunyuan energy, internal strength, and lightning five consecutive whips should come out.

"It's normal to run away." To everyone's surprise, Ding Xiu actually agreed with Yen Zidan's words: "He deliberately wounded you with a knife. You dare not kill him, but you can't win without killing him. You must run away."

"At the end of the day, I'm still not good at learning and skill. If you are more than one level higher than the opponent, let alone a knife, it is not a problem to face a team of cavalry."

"Hehehe!"

Donnie Yen laughed even louder, but he just smiled and didn't refute.

He felt that what Ding Xiu was talking about was nonsense, and he could easily win by being one level higher than the other party.

But everyone is human, learning to fight and exercising is just to increase fighting skills and physical fitness. How high can you be?

Also swept a group of cavalry, why don't you go to heaven?

"Can you show it conveniently?" Zhang Yimou frowned.

It's not that he doesn't believe it, it's a bit exaggerated.

If it wasn't for Cheng Xiaodong's assurance that Ding Xiu has real kung fu, he would have kicked him out by now.

"What kind of display do you want to see?" Ding Xiu remained calm and relaxed.

"Hold on."

Zhang Yimou turned around and went out to the next door, and when he came back he took a big gun.

The original interview location was next door. Considering that the male No. [-] is a master, a weapon was prepared for the interviewer.

Not just guns, knives, and swords.

"Can you use this gun to demonstrate it? Just use the carbine gun." Looking around, Zhang Yimou said: "Throwing the wall, the loss is mine."

"Okay, but it's fine if you tie the wall. Later, people will have to repair it. Let's tie the chair."

After taking Zhang Yimou's gun, Ding Xiu picked up the chair he was sitting on just now, and the wooden chair hung on the gun head in an even and stable manner.

"Good work." Wu Jing applauded while still not forgetting to say to Zhang Yi: "The chair is very heavy, and the force it bears when hanging on the gun head is even greater. It requires skill and strength to lift it up."

Zhang Yimou nodded and said, "Understood, there was a high pet pick and pulley in ancient times, I've heard of it."

The corner of Wu Jing's mouth twitched violently.

Picking up the chair, Ding Xiu said, "Who will hold it for me."

"I'll do it!" Yen Zidan volunteered, holding the chair in his hand with the bottom facing Ding Xiu.

"My strength is great, bear with me."

"Although try hard."

When the spear landed, Ding Xiu dragged back a few steps, held the tail of the gun with one hand and shook it, then held the gun with both hands, and stabbed forward fiercely.

"hiss"

"hiss!"

There were two crackling sounds in the air.

It turned out that Ding Xiuza quickly retracted the gun after he went out.

Before everyone's heart could be settled, he turned his back on the gun and turned it around.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the gun shot out like a dragon. The end of the gun plunged into the bottom of the chair and came out from the other end.

The two shots just now were just superficial, and this shot was much more powerful and faster.

Ding Xiu didn't specifically learn marksmanship, but he knew the technique of exerting force. When he puts on his horse's stance, the force passes through his legs, waist, arms, and wrists, and finally reaches the spear head.

Anything, one shot.

"Gollum!"

Donnie Yen held up the chair and was covered in cold sweat, because the gleaming gun head was only a few centimeters away from his throat.

If it was any deeper, he would already be cold.

"How is it possible?" Wu Jing, who had been supporting Ding Xiu all this time, stood up all of a sudden, with a look of disbelief on his face.

He himself is a spear practicer, and he has also won the spearmanship champion. Backing the carbine is an old classic move, and he also knows it. The number of times he has practiced is not ten thousand but eight thousand.

He can do movements that are ten times more difficult than Ding Xiu's.

That is to throw the gun into the sky, rotate the body [-] degrees in the air, catch the falling gun, turn around and split back to the spurs.

"That's where it is." Ding Xiu pulled out his spear and said calmly: "Spears are not uncommon on ancient battlefields. With a good horse, they can pierce through armor under high-speed sprinting."

"If a soldier without armor bumps into it, it will basically make two holes with one shot."

"In specific circumstances, you can go back and find a motorcycle to try, and the effect will be the same."

Wu Jing opened his mouth wide, he understands the truth, the problem is that you don't ride a horse now, where did you get so much power?

"I'll try."

After taking the gun, Wu Jing twisted it hard, the sound of the gun trembled, and the stiff spear seemed to soften.

Regardless of whether Donnie Yen agreed or disagreed, he stabbed him with a gun.

"Snapped!"

It was also a carbine, but the tip of his spear only pierced in a small part, and it couldn't pierce through at all.

What the heck!
Donnie Yen, who was still in shock, came to his senses and almost threw the chair on Wu Jing's head.

He drew his gun without saying hello, what if he stabbed him to death?
"Beautiful!" Zhang Yi took the lead in applauding, and said to Ding Xiu, "It's really amazing."

Ding Xiu cupped his hands: "Where is it? The way of crops is just to make a living."

He saw it all away. He used to learn martial arts and kill people to make ends meet.

Now using martial arts on the set, you can make a lot of money without killing people, the reason is the same.

Make money, not shabby.

If someone gives him one hundred and eighty thousand, he can wash his hair upside down.

"Brother Shan, I didn't lie to you, Brother Xiu has real kung fu." Wu Jing regained his composure and started again: "I am looking forward to the duel between you two."

Zhang Yi was taken aback: "What duel?"

"It's okay, just kidding." Donnie Yen quickly stopped.

He's not a naive critic, and he also scores points in martial arts competitions. In private, no one cares about how he wants to fight, but today he came for a test play, so it's not good to leave a bad influence.

He wanted to calm things down, but Wu Jing didn't give him a chance at all: "It's like this, Brother Shan heard that Brother Xiu knows martial arts, and he wants to learn from each other and make friends through martial arts."

"Okay, how about I come to be the referee, and you two have a fight."

Zhang Yimou's reaction was the same as Cheng Xiaodong's expression when he heard Wu Jing and Ding Xiu were going to fight in a Chinese ghost story.

It’s not too big to watch the bustle.

For a long time, Chuanwu has always maintained a veil of mystery, and some people praise it while others criticize it.

It's rare to meet a master, it's a pity not to look at it.

The reason why the old man shoots heroes is because he wants to look at the affairs of the court from the perspective of the people of the rivers and lakes.

What is the rivers and lakes, swords and swords are indispensable, how can you shoot without some real skills?
"Ahem." Zhen Zi could not get off alone, and said awkwardly, "It was just for fun."

Wu Jing continued: "Brother Shan, I'm actually also curious about whether foreign fighters are better than traditional martial arts. Can't you satisfy everyone's curiosity?"

You can't watch uploading martial arts every day, so if you meet a master, you will stop cooking.

You can do it if you have the ability.

If you don't make it, don't brag about it in the future.

In order to force Donnie Yen to make a single move, Wu Jing said: "Brother Xiu has fought against Master Yu Chenghui and Head Coach Wu, and the two old men are full of praise for him."

Donnie Yen pursed his lips, beating an old comrade in his [-]s in his twenties, and he still has the face to say it.

In the fight club, just dragging anyone to the nursing home can be swept away, right?

"Please." Ding Xiu put one hand behind his back and stretched out his hand to Zhen Zidan: "I am also very interested in the new martial arts."

That's right, I can't fight this time.

As soon as Ding Xiu opened his mouth, Zhen Zidan knew that he couldn't evade it. If he refused to challenge, his reputation would be ruined if it spread.

Originally, he wanted to fight in private, close the door, and both parties would know who lost and who won, and he didn't want to make such a big deal.

"I have also been fascinated by martial arts for a long time. Today, I will make friends with martial arts. The point is so far, the competition is second, and the friendship is the first."

Ding Xiu cupped his hands: "Don't worry, I will keep my hands. We only distinguish between superiors and inferiors, not life and death."

Donnie Yen's single eyelid twitched violently.

When is life and death divided in a martial arts competition, why do you have to emphasize it again.

If you don't emphasize this, are you going to die?
Even playing MMA in an octagonal cage is not about killing people, some vital parts cannot be attacked.

There is a referee next to him, who can separate people at any time if things go wrong.

"Life and death don't matter, it's just a simple exchange of martial arts." Zhang Yimou was also startled by Ding Xiu's words.

The crowd pulled out the chairs to make room for them.

Zhang Ziyi, Gong Li, Zhao Wenzhuo, Wu Jing and others watched with great interest.

Fingers crossed, Donnie Yen simply moved his hands and feet.

Then he jumped lightly on his feet, swayed his body, covered his head with both hands, and assumed a Sanda posture.

Ding Xiu stood still.

"You can start anytime!" Zhang Yimou said.

Staring at Ding Xiu's face, Yen Zidan started to walk slowly, suddenly, he got short, rushed forward, and hugged Ding Xiu's legs quickly.

"Successful!"

Donnie Yen was overjoyed.

It's easy as long as you hug your legs, and then he will hug and throw, and then lock Ding Xiu with the lock technique.

Cross braces, guillotines, these things are unreasonable, relying on four or two thousand pounds, once used, unless the strength is several times stronger than him, or you have specially learned how to unlock it, otherwise the end will be set.

He has already felt the power of Ding Xiu, and it is indeed stronger than ordinary people.

But it hasn't reached the point of exaggeration, once it is locked, it can't be unlocked [-]%.

However, in Ding Xiu's eyes, Yen Zidan's behavior at this time is no different from that of a fool, bending over to hug his legs, what's the matter with such a big neck being exposed.

Should he twist it off.

There is also a large piece of back, if he falls down with an elbow, he may not be paralyzed.

"what!"

As soon as he hugged Ding Xiu's thigh, Zhen Zidan knelt down and let out a scream.

On the back of his head, a big hand pinched the back of his neck, forcing him to kneel.

"Stop, stop, stop."

"Fighting can't attack the neck, don't you know?"

Letting go, Ding Xiu's eyes were blank: "Can't attack the neck?"

Wu Jing said, "I forgot to tell you that the throat, back of the neck, eyes, back, and crotch cannot be hit."

Ding Xiu was speechless: "What kind of bullshit rules are these?"

Wu Jing spread his hands: "So martial arts is now a sport, and it is still a sport with rules."

It is said that Chuanwu is a show, but fighting is not so. Hitting on the back of the head and below the waistline in the ring is prohibited.

But these are the parts of the human body that are often the most vulnerable.

A fatal blow, either dead or wounded.

There is also the crotch. Many martial arts have monkeys stealing peaches, flirting with the hands, and winning the game with one move.

At that time, Tai Chi master Yang Luchan's famous stunts squatted down to catch a bird with his left hand, and grabbed sand with his right hand to make his face, which defeated many people.

Now in the arena, you can't fight this, you can't fight that, how do you let others pass on martial arts?
It's like boxing, but you can't use your feet yet.

Ten-way tan legs, poking feet, turning fists, mandarin duck steps, cross-legs, eight-step serial boxing, these schools cried to death in the toilet.

Because you can't fight, no one practices it. After a long time, a lot of kung fu has not been lost. Some of them are kept in the army, but most people can't touch them.

"I can't fight this." Ding Xiu was dumbfounded after hearing Wu Jing's explanation.

(End of this chapter)