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"Brother, someone is competing."

After getting into the crowd, Lu Huiguang ran back to the commercial vehicle to report to Cheng Long after a few seconds.

Cheng Long jumped out of the car: "Who is it?"

Lu Huiguang shook his head: "I don't know, an old man with a white beard and a young man."

Although he is also a member of the Cheng family class and occasionally films, his main job is to be Cheng Long's bodyguard, and he can only be regarded as half of the entertainment industry.

Or the entertainment industry in Hong Kong Island.

I am completely unfamiliar with them here in the mainland, so I don’t know Ding Xiu and Yu Chenghui.

"Go and have a look." Cheng Long ran over excitedly.

Since there is no danger, this kind of excitement must be seen. One is an old man with a white beard and the other is a young man. He has already vaguely guessed who it is.

In the cast of The Condor Heroes, who else can be a young man who can fight?

There were a lot of people watching, and Cheng Long couldn't squeeze in. When he saw a prop box next to it, he jumped on it. Suddenly, his field of vision was much wider.

In the field, it was Ding Xiu and Yu Chenghui.

This time, Yu Chenghui wanted to defeat his Japanese sword skills, so he did not make the first move, but waited quietly.

After a while, Yu Chenghui closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his eyes were exactly the same as when they fought a few years ago.

Taking a deep breath, Yu Chenghui held the sword in both hands and rushed over. He was so fast that after a few steps, he picked up the sword and slashed towards the head.

"So fierce?"

The onlookers watched with horror.

Liu Yifei didn't dare to look and hid his head in his mother's arms.

"Qiang!"

Ding Xiu drew his sword with his backhand and blocked the sword with a horizontal slash. Judging from the intensity, Yu Chenghui's strength had declined. After all, he was old and might not be able to fight for a few more years.

After this time, I don’t know if there will be a chance to hand over the phone.

Without releasing the water, Ding Xiule's body sank as before, the blade of the sword passed across the sword body, he turned and twisted his waist, held the handle of the sword with his left hand, took a gentle breath, and slashed hard with his backhand.

At that time, Yu Chenghui was cut off by this sword.

"pretty!"

The eyes of the onlookers lit up, and Zhao Jian even shouted out.

This move looks very beautiful and very lethal. He made a note of it and will definitely include it in the next time he shoots a martial arts scene.

On the wooden box, Cheng Long applauded and smiled with a smile on his face: "This kid's sword skills are very good."

Lu Huiguang said nothing and continued to stare at the field.

The moment Ding Xiu was about to beheaded, Yu Chenghui drew his sword and dodged to the left. At the same time, the hand holding the sword went around his back, holding the sword in his left hand, and swung the blade to slash Ding Xiu's right leg.

As long as there are moves, there are flaws. Ding Xiu has thought about this sword for several years and done countless experiments.

Finally, he discovered the loophole.

Japanese swordsmanship is modified from the self-centered slashing method. The advantage is that it is fast. When drawing the sword, remove the scabbard at the same time, grab a point, and use your backhand to break the sword with strength.

Caught off guard, anyone who doesn't know the details will have their weapon cut off in 1989. At such a close distance, if the weapon is broken, the opponent will have to block it with his hands when the opponent cuts again.

After two or three blows, everyone was gone.

Over the years, after hundreds of simulated battles and experiments, Yu Chenghui still found a way to crack it.

The action of Japanese swordsmanship is to turn around and use all your strength to slash to the left area. This means that the right side is open and has no defense at all.

As long as you can dodge Ding Xiu's first move and slash his right leg by quickly switching hands to hold the sword, the move will be broken.

Facing Cheng Hui's sneak attack, Ding Xiu smiled slightly and switched his two-handed sword to a one-handed sword again. The blade changed its trajectory, slashed to the right gap, and struck hard from bottom to top.

"when!"

Yu Chenghui's sword was bounced away, and he took a few steps back. He stared at Ding Xiu, unable to believe that this was true.

"It shouldn't be!"

It was impossible to retract the force of such a heavy blow from Ding Xiu. There was no time to change the trajectory in the air. Moreover, it seemed that he had already predicted that he would sneak attack on the right side, and he slashed towards the gap without even thinking.

"handsome!"

There was another burst of exclamations and cheers from the crowd.

Lu Huiguang's eyes flickered, and this reaction was unprecedented.

Being able to lift a knife backhand in a hurry is not something that ordinary people can do. It is no longer a matter of reflexes. There is also experience in it.

Ding Xiu smiled and said: "Senior Yu, you told me in advance that I could break the move. I'm not a fool. How could I not be defensive?"

"I have been practicing Japanese swordsmanship for many years, and I know the flaws better than anyone. When I saw your retreating action, I knew you were going to cut off my right leg, so I had to take precautions early."

Before he became a martial arts master, he would first learn the moves and then combine them together. He had tried the Japanese sword technique countless times, and his master had also analyzed the disadvantages and told him some of the flaws.

This trick is not a panacea, it is mainly used to catch the enemy unawares. It is not easy to use if the opponent is prepared.

When Yu Chenghui came up, he said he could break the move, so he told Ding Xiu clearly that I was going to attack your right side soon, but he was so stupid that he didn't guard against it.

"That's all." Putting away the sword, Yu Chenghui's eyes dimmed, as if he had aged a few years: "I lost, I can't beat you."

Ding Xiu threw the knife aside: "If you hadn't said beforehand that you could defeat my move, you might have succeeded."

"Stop comforting me, kid. Based on your experience, even if I catch you off guard, you can still defend yourself."

"Old Yu, I really can't defend myself. The winner can be determined in an instant. I'm not a god. How can I defend myself in time, unless I grow another hand?"

"You really can't defend yourself?"

"Can't defend against it!"

"Hahaha, so I still win?"

"That's not a big deal. Didn't I guard against it in the end?"

Ding Xiu will never admit defeat.

"You're a brat who can't win with force." Yu Chenghui's expression changed: "If I hadn't given you a clue in advance, could you have blocked my sword?"

Being thick-skinned, Ding Xiu has never lost before: "Victory without force is still victory."

Yu Chenghui: "..."

"Okay, okay, I guess you win."

"What does it mean to calculate? It's me who wins."

On the prop box, Cheng Long praised: "Is this traditional martial arts? The winner can be determined in an instant. I thought it would take dozens of rounds."

"Brother, it's not just about victory or defeat in an instant, it's about life and death." Lu Huiguang said seriously: "Young people are still too young. If I were him, I would definitely bear the injury of being slashed by a sword and take the sword in my hand. The knife struck the old man's neck."

"In the final analysis, I still have too little fighting experience. The method of exchanging injuries for injuries is very common in the ring. What you fight for is courage and physical fitness. If you are still standing before the referee blows the whistle, you win."

"But it's good to be able to fight like this. At such a young age, the reaction is fast. It's a pity that if you learn Chuanwu, your achievements in this life will be like that."

Chuanwu cannot be used on stage, especially weapons and other types of Chuanwu.

There is no such competition internationally.

Neither does society.

In this regard, Muay Thai is still better. It can hit the flesh and can be competed anywhere.

Combat prowess is something you get by fighting. The more you fight, the more powerful you become. If you practice behind closed doors every day, you will be like that for a lifetime.

If Ding Xiu were to switch to Muay Thai, with his cleverness, his achievements would definitely be better than learning swordsmanship.

Cheng Long laughed out loud: "You can think of things, but Ding Xiu doesn't know. This kid is not simple. The former Sanda boxing champion couldn't even withstand a single move in his hands."

He felt that Ding Xiu's words were modest, comforting Yu Chenghui, and it was true that he could not defend himself, but as Lu Huiguang said, if he slashed the old man's neck with his backhand, the old man would lose in the end.

"One move KOs the boxing champion. It must be fake." Lu Huiguang didn't believe it.

If you want to KO with one move, the two sides must be very different and can win the title of Sanda boxing champion. Ding Xiu, who has experienced hundreds of battles, can KO someone with one move at a young age?

"You can search for videos on the Internet and you will know that he is not only skilled in swordsmanship, but also in boxing skills."

Cheng Long jumped off the prop box and walked towards Ding Xiu in the crowd.

Lu Huiguang squinted his eyes, thoughtfully.

"Ding Xiu!"

"Brother Cheng Long."

With one hand in his trouser pocket, Cheng Long waved towards Ding Xiu and walked towards him. Ding Xiu raised his hand to say hello.

The two had worked together at the Spring Festival Gala, so they were neither familiar nor strangers. They were better than just acquaintances. After all, they had no contact in private.

A guy like Cheng Long is destined to be different from him.

After greeting each other, Cheng Long gave a thumbs up: "I saw the fight just now. It was awesome. Your sword skills are no worse than those during the Spring Festival Gala. It seems that your kung fu has not fallen behind."

The corner of Ding Xiu's mouth twitched. I don't know how much the Qi Family Knife in the Spring Festival Gala has been cut out. The kicking knife and other things are just a show, how can they be compared with the real martial arts competition.

Obviously, Cheng Long doesn't know how to use swords.

"The fist never leaves your mouth, the knife never leaves your hand, you get used to it."

Patting Ding Xiu on the shoulder, Cheng Long said: "We must keep practicing martial arts. Many people will waste it once their lives are good. What a pity. If you young people don't learn it, no one will learn traditional martial arts in the future."

He himself also practiced martial arts. When he was a child, he practiced theater acrobatics, the Northern and Southern Schools.

Later, for filming, I learned judo, taekwondo, white eyebrow boxing, etc., and learned a lot of miscellaneous things.

After becoming popular, the business became busy and the time gradually fell away.

Ding Xiu opened his mouth and said: "It is everyone's responsibility to promote traditional martial arts."

Yu Chenghui turned his head aside, embarrassed to expose him.

This kid talks about people and ghosts.

"Hello, brother, I am Zhao Jian, the director of The Condor Heroes." Zhao Jian, who was about to enter the director's studio, saw Cheng Long and ran back.

Cheng Long shook hands with him: "I came here to borrow the scenery. I told Director Zhang in advance."

He was filming Shinhwa and had just returned from filming abroad. The scenes originally scheduled in Hengdian expired due to delays abroad. Now Hengdian has given the scenes to other crews.

After some inquiries, I heard that Zhang Jizhong had built a film and television city that could meet Shinhwa's shooting needs. After calling in advance to communicate, he hurried over with the crew.

"Director Zhang is over there, I'll take you there."

"sorry to bother you."

"You're welcome."

Zhao Jian took Cheng Long to find Zhang Jizhong, and bodyguard Lu Huiguang followed him away. When he passed by Ding Xiu, he looked at him a few more times.

Ding Xiu also glanced at him, his eyes falling on his hands covered with fist calluses.

If you can practice like this, even if you are not a master, you are not far behind.

A big shot like Cheng Long came to the set and attracted a lot of attention. Everyone turned their heads to look in that direction from time to time. No one paid attention to Ding Xiu, who just a moment ago was the star of the crowd.

Zhao Liying handed over the thermos cup: "Brother Xiu, you were so handsome just now."

Ding Xiu chuckled: "Low-key."

While Cheng Long and Zhang Jizhong were chatting, Lu Huiguang came to Ding Xiu at some point and asked, "Which martial arts school do you practice?"

"Have you ever heard of Baji Quan?"

"heard about it."

Lu Huiguang nodded and said, "I picked up several Bajiquan on Hong Kong Island, but none of them were good enough."

The martial arts style in Hong Kong Island is much more popular than in the Mainland, especially ten years ago.

To this day, there are hundreds of martial arts schools, large and small, all with famous boxing styles, such as Wing Chun, Baji, Hongquan, Tai Chi, Tongji, Tanji...

But when it comes to the mainstream, it has to be Muay Thai and Sanda.

Ding Xiu smiled and said: "What a coincidence, I have also fought against people practicing modern fighting, but none of them can fight."

Lu Huiguang stretched out his hand full of calluses: "I will stay here for a while and have a chance to learn from each other."

Ding Xiu shook hands politely, and the first impression was that it was rough, as thick as a layer of tree bark.

"I don't hit old people."

Yes, Lu Huiguang made him feel not only fierce but also old.

Although I don't know how old I am, I am definitely not young, and my temples are a bit gray.

Hearing this, Lu Huiguang was stunned, the corners of his mouth raised, and he increased the strength of his hands, like a five-finger iron pliers: "Young man, don't be too arrogant."

Ding Xiu is the first one who dares to say he is old.

After working as Cheng Long's bodyguard for so many years, I haven't seen anyone like him. In addition to boxing in the ring, he also got into countless fights on the streets.

He's not bragging. When facing ordinary people in their twenties and thirties, he would kick them one by one and break their ribs. If he kicked them in the neck, it wouldn't be surprising if they died on the spot.

Ding Xiu's expression did not change, and he used a little force on his hands: "I'm just stating a fact."

Visible to the naked eye, Lu Huiguang's arms had bulging veins, his face was red from suppressing it, and his facial features were a bit distorted.

Ding Xiu smiled slightly and let go.

Lu Huiguang waved his hand, took a breath of cold air, and said to himself: "What a freak is this kid? He is so strong, but he doesn't even have calluses on his hands."

The main reason why he despises Ding Xiu is that he has thin skin and tender flesh and no calluses on his hands.

As far as he knew, most of the better fighters in Chuanburi had practiced modern fighting, and hitting sandbags was very common.

It’s not surprising to have fist calluses on your hands.

But Ding Xiu's hands were very soft, not like those who hit sandbags.

I didn't expect the strength to be so strong. He exerted force in an instant and almost crushed his palm.

"What kind of boxing do you practice?" Ding Xiu asked.

"Muay Thai."

"No wonder."

Ding Xiu was relieved.

Muay Thai is well-known all over the world. It is somewhat similar to Bajiquan. The attack methods are to hit the enemy's vital points with knees, legs, punches and elbows.

Known for its ferocity.

The difference is that this boxing technique relies entirely on hard training.

Improve body resistance and attack power by hitting sandbags and hard objects.

One thing to say, it is indeed powerful, more fierce than most boxing techniques. A flying knee can crush a person's jaw, and a kick can break a rib.

However, the shortcomings are also obvious. After the age of thirty, the body begins to decline and suffers from all the diseases of old age.

It's sunny or rainy, and my knees or elbows hurt, and it's hard to bend down.

In severe cases, it will also affect life span and make you unable to live long.

In Ding Xiu's view, Muay Thai is no different from ancient martial arts. They both squeeze the body's potential in advance and trade injuries for lives.

This is different from Neijiaquan. All excellent boxing techniques have health-preserving effects.

Lu Huiguang raised his chin and said provocatively: "How about it, do you want to practice?"

Ding Xiu thought for a few seconds: "Okay, it just so happens that I have never done Muay Thai. I will give it a try another day."