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

"This boxing technique and leg skills are so strong."

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

Surrounded by the camera, a bunch of people flattered and flattered them non-stop. They were also chasing stars, especially seniors like Li Lianjie and Wu Jing who showed off their kung fu in the entertainment industry.

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

"If we use a knife, I wonder how many more Brother Xiu can hit?"

Among the crowd, I don't know who said something, and a new round of discussion began again.

"It depends on the knife. If it's a high-destruction weapon like the Kaishan, Jiuhuan, Guansha, or Watermelon Knife, four or five people is almost the limit for Brother Xiu."

"I think Brother Xiu can take down four or five people with minor injuries, and he can take a few stabs at most. If he pays with 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 injury is already a very high evaluation.

For ordinary people, who would dare to say that they can fight six or seven people with knives.

There is a coach in the sports school who practices Sanda. He has played professionally before and achieved great results. In his words, when he encountered two men with knives, he turned around and ran away without saying a word.

If they hadn't seen Ding Xiu's strength, they wouldn't have dared to say that anyone could fight six or seven swordsmen.

"Six or seven is too many and a bit unrealistic. Five is the limit."

"Are you kidding? Five, who are you looking down on? At least ten are the base."

"How about letting Brother Xiu try it?"

After the words fell, everyone stared at the speaker as if he were a fool.

Forget about fist fights, use knives, or fight in groups, are you kidding me? What if I accidentally cut myself?

You don't have to go all out, and if you're just pretending, there's no need to compete, because you can't measure your true level.

The good-looking Wu Jing saw the jujube tree not far away, rolled his eyes, and said: "How about using some ink on the branch instead of the knife. If there is a mark, it means that the knife is hit. The effect should be about the same."

Wang Baoqiang said happily: "This is okay, Brother Jing, how about you come and try it out?"

"Okay, no problem."

Wu Jing stood up and said to Ding Xiu: "Brother Xiu, break some branches of yours."

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

Ordinary people can face a few people with knives with bare hands, and he probably knows that.

It is no exaggeration to say that with or without a knife, the lethality is vastly different.

Someone went out to buy a bottle of red ink. Wu Jing broke off a branch and gave some branches to other juniors.

A simulation geared toward actual combat begins.

Two against one.

Ten seconds later.

"Ouch!"

"Holy shit!"

"No more playing."

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

As expected, a red mark appeared on his hand.

Then came the airtight shadow strips.

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

"Senior brother, if we were holding a knife, we might have to go to the ICU due to the severity of the injury."

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

Just one person, he can take a few hard blows, quickly get up close and knock down the opponent as quickly as possible.

Two people can't do it. They can't defend themselves at all. In the blink of an eye, they will be whipped at them seven or eight times. Who can stop this?

Unless it's Ding Xiu.

Wu Jing turned around and said to Ding Xiu: "Brother Xiu, how about you give it a try?"

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

"How about three more?"

"Add three and the result will be the same."

"Hey, Brother Xiu, it's not that brothers don't believe it, can you open our eyes?"

"Brother Xiu, give me a try."

"Brother Xiu, give me a try."

"Everyone burst into applause."

Under the cheers of everyone, Ding Xiu came to the middle of the courtyard, and Wu Jing cleared up the space with three moves.

The five most powerful ones were selected. Each person held a half-meter-long branch, soaked in ink, and waited to call the start.

The rest of the people were gathered around on three levels inside and outside to watch the fun.

Rolling up his sleeves, Wu said in surprise: "Ready, three, two, one!"

"Snapped!"

Ding Xiu was the first to launch an attack, sliding close to one person, swinging his arm after getting close, hitting the opponent's wrist, then turning around and giving him an elbow.

After defeating a person, it seems as if there are eyes on the back of his head, he bends down, lowers his head, and kicks him backwards.

Another person who was preparing for a sneak attack was kicked away.

There are three people left.

He sprinted fiercely, stood up and jumped, and kicked two of them in a series. The remaining one was thrown by him and hit the ground hard.

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

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

He had just fought, 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's backhand will hit you with a knife.

As a result, he dared not stretch his hands or kick his feet.

Ding Xiu loosened the buttons on his jacket: "Faced with this situation, if you want to be tough, you can only get close. If you keep the distance, you are waiting for death."

With an arm and a knife, the attack range is less than 1.5 meters. If you don't dare to get close, you will end up like Wu Jing, being hacked to death with random knives.

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

The red marks on his neck and head were just trying to get closer to where he was hit.

Ding Xiu said it lightly, and there were not many people who just rushed over like him and avoided the branches by a hair's breadth.

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

"It's normal. You haven't experienced actual combat. Some things require courage in addition to skills."

In ancient times, practicing martial arts did not mean to strengthen the body. Whether it was to protect one's family or the country, or to become a bandit, it was all for the purpose of killing people.

Therefore, people who practice martial arts should first cultivate three points of murderous aura.

With murderous intent in your heart, you will either die or live when facing the enemy. In a life-or-death situation, 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 have been better if he had done it earlier.

If he misses his best opportunity, the only thing waiting for him is death.

Wu Jing rolled his eyes: "Then you don't have much practical experience, how can you do it?"

Ding Xiu is younger than him. He was very powerful a few years ago when he was in his early twenties. He is so young that he cannot be a mercenary returning.

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

After all, it is still a technical issue.

Ding Xiu shrugged: "Maybe it's because I'm gifted."

He had experienced more battles than Wu Jingjing and had eaten more food. He was frightened at first, but he got used to it after experiencing life and death a few more times.

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

Wu Jing was speechless for this explanation. What else could he say.

Seeing wooden knives, wooden swords and spears on the weapon racks in the yard, Wu was surprised and said, "How about we try using that."

The appearance of the wooden sword and the real sword are made one to one. Except for the different lethality, there is no other difference. It will hurt when you cut it on the body.

In the past, Wu Jing was able to carry a branch and attack forcefully. If a wooden knife struck him, he would not dare. They could cut him down in two blows.

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

"Then we won't be polite, brothers, you guys are copycats."

There were many people on Ding Xiu's weapons rack. This time, ten people took things, and Wu Jing himself also took a long spear.

He himself is a spearmanship champion and has been practicing for many years.

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

Not to brag, but with a long gun in his hand, he is even worthy of Tyson.

What about heavyweight boxers, one shot and one hole.

There are so many people now. To be honest, Ding Xiu cannot beat them without weapons.

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

Ding Xiu turned around and went into the house. When he came out, he was holding the Miao Dao given to him by Gao Yuanyuan. The light of the knife was cold.

Everyone:...

Wu Jing:...

Is this what you call casual?

Brother, let’s use wooden knives and you use real knives. Do you want to be so cruel? Who the hell dares to attack?

Ding Xiu explained: "I didn't open the front."

Wu was frightened. He was a little scared even without using the knife. It was no joke to hit him with such a big knife. If the knife went down, his body would definitely bleed.

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

Holding his neck, Wu said in surprise: "Afraid, it doesn't exist. I'm afraid of hurting you."

With his sword on the ground, Ding Xiu said: "Then come on, don't worry, I won't hurt you, I have a sense of propriety."

Wu Jing waved his spear and said, "Brothers, come on."

After saying that, the gun shot out like a dragon and stabbed Ding Xiu. As soon as he made the move, he saw no one around him, and his heart felt cold.

These dogs are said to be unloyal, and he is the only one.

"Bah!" Ding Xiu just waved his knife lightly, fearing that the spear would fall from his face, and said to the person behind Wu Jing: "Come in together, why are you standing there in a daze?"

Everyone calmed down and tried to rush over.

However, I still dare not use too much force on the wooden sword and wooden sword in my hand.

In the crowd, Wang Baoqiang was still eating braised pork calmly, thinking about whether to pack some and take it back because his family was running out of food.

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

When they rented a house together, he often sparred with Ding Xiu.

People say that Ding Xiu’s boxing skills are good, but they are totally wrong.

The strongest one is swordsmanship.

"Snapped!"

"Clang!"

"Click."

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

No one can get close.

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

Wu Jing was the worst. He would be slashed back by the powerful and heavy blade, one after another, in an overwhelming manner.

He could only raise his gun to defend himself, not daring to be careless at all, for fear that if he couldn't stop him, 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 out sparks, which made his hands numb.

"Okay, let's go." Ding Xiu raised his hand, and Wu Jing's spear came out.

The next second, the tip of the knife was placed on his neck.

Raising his hands, Wu Jingwei said: "Brother Xiu, take it easy."

Damn it, Ding Xiu's sword skills were so strong that ten people could be tortured more easily than with fists.

Ding Xiu sheathed his sword and said to Wu Bing, who was leaning against the screen wall behind the crowd, "Master Wu, how long do you have to watch?"

Everyone turned around and stood up straight, feeling chilled in their hearts.

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

Wu Bing said with a dark face: "Thirty people in the team are asking for leave. Do you think I can come?"

Wu Jing wanted to make a movie and needed someone to practice Sanda. He opened the back door and asked him to find people in the team to practice with. Who knew that this guy took away thirty people at once.

With so many people, Wu Bing thought they were fighting in a group.

I inquired along the way and found out that I had come to Ding Xiu's house.

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

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

I had a drink with Ding Xiu at the beginning of the year, and after a few moves, my aura at that time was different from now.

Of course, he would have been great back then, but he wasn't as agile and decisive as he is now.

Don't know what happened to him.

Ding Xiu put away the knife: "It's not bad, I have nothing to do to practice."

Looking Ding Xiu up and down, Wu Bing said half-jokingly: "You are not practicing casually. There are many disciples today. I will have time to do two moves another day."

It was indeed dishonorable to be beaten to the ground by Ding Xiu in front of his disciples.

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

At this age, it’s time to take a rest.

"Then it's agreed." Ding Xiu nodded, which means that Old Man Wu can fight him a few times when he explodes, but others can't.

Well, Wu Bing has a black streak. He said a few polite words, why did he take it seriously?

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

After many years of coaching, Wu Bing's momentum was no worse than that of Ding Xiu. With one roar, everyone was like a mouse meeting a cat, almost standing at attention and taking a break.

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

The courtyard, which had been lively just a few seconds ago, became quiet.

Wang Baoqiang was left packing the meals.

Ding Xiu smiled and said: "Baoqiang, if you are hungry, I will lend you some money."

His face turned red, Wang Baoqiang said: "Brother, no need, I have money, I just don't want to waste it after seeing so many dishes, so I can take them home to eat."

I haven't paid back what I borrowed last time, so why bother borrowing it again?

"That's right. It's a good habit. If you have any difficulties, just ask. Don't be polite." Taking the knife, Ding Xiu went back to the room to put it away.

Before he entered the room, an orange flew towards his head.

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

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

There were many people in the house, so she didn't stand out and just watched Ding Xiu having fun with a group of men who were wielding knives and guns.

The people in the yard were eating so deliciously that she was almost going crazy with hunger in the backyard, and she didn't say anything about sending some over.

Before Ding Xiu entered the room, Gao Yuanyuan made a gesture like looking at her mobile phone.

On the coffee table, Ding Xiu picked up his phone and saw that it was all text messages.

Bring food. If you're hungry, bring it over quickly. Do you still want it tonight? Don't ask me to move on my own from now on. I don't have the strength...

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

My wife must not go hungry.

In the evening, Ding Xiu fed his wife, and the two of them 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.

"Baoqiang, tell me clearly what's going on."

"The play, the script, the male lead, is directed by Kangkang Honglei."

Wang Baoqiang was too excited to speak.

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

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

Gao Yuanyuan said nothing and just gave a thumbs up.

The silence speaks.