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When someone recognized him, Ding Xiu put away his mask and hat, and held his fists in front of everyone.

It was only a matter of time before he was recognized. He wore a hat and a mask because he was afraid of causing commotion among the fans in the school. Facing these people, he had no worries.

"Hello, brother Xiu, I'm your fan. What movies are you filming recently?"

"Brother Xiu, is it true or not that you can challenge the eight major sects in Hong Kong alone?"

"Ding Xiu, I heard that you are very tough. Do you dare to fight with me?"

"Teacher Ding, I am proficient in Baji Wing Chun and Tan Leg Hong Quan. Can I act with you? Give me a chance. I am no worse than Li Lienjie."

"Brother, go ahead. Brother Xiu, do you still need someone from your company? I'll be your stand-in."

One second it was full of gunpowder, but the next second the scene changed. Looking at the fanatical eyes of these people, Ding Xiu was a little frightened, fearing that one or two hundred people would rush up at once.

He only knew that he had many fans in the film and television industry, but he didn't expect that people in the martial arts circle would be so enthusiastic.

It seems that I usually pay too little attention to this circle.

It's no wonder Ding Xiu is like this. When he first entered the entertainment industry, he wanted to make money, and he paid little attention to things other than making money.

The martial arts circle is too fragmented, with too many sects, even more exaggerated than the Thirteen Taibao in Jiangsu. There are at least dozens of sects in a province, and no one is convinced by anyone.

Some masters were packaged and had no actual combat experience. Over time, Ding Xiu became less interested and rarely showed up in this field.

Unless it's an occasional interest, he won't do thankless tasks.

"quiet!"

"Quiet!"

"Please be quiet, anyone who makes any more noise will be disqualified from the competition!"

The referee yelled a few times with a dark face, which finally had some effect. Everyone slowly returned to the team, but their mood was betrayed by their movements of turning their heads and looking back from time to time.

"Master Ding, please stand in front."

Seeing that these people were not interested in listening to the rules, the referee had no choice but to call Ding Xiu to the front.

Ding Xiu came out from behind, strode to the front and stood there. His sixth sense told him that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at the back of his head.

It's not that my heart feels like a light on my back, but that my chrysanthemums tighten.

Anyone who has one or two hundred big men staring at his back would probably have the same idea.

"The competition is divided into three days. We will give everyone the work tags of the competition later, with the corresponding numbers on them. In the first round, two adjacent odd and even people will form a group. For example, if you are No. 1, then you will be with No. 2. One group, No. 3 and No. 4 are one group, and we will proceed accordingly."

"The same applies to those who advance to the second round. They are grouped according to adjacent numbers. For example, if you are No. 1, but No. 2 and No. 3 are eliminated, and No. 4 is still there, then you will compete with No. 4. Don't worry, every round We have staff counting the numbers and will inform you before the game.”

"There are a few points I need to emphasize. Although it is a competition, friendship comes first. You must not injure anyone's vital parts or hit fatal parts. You must obey the referee's whistle unconditionally and stop when asked..."

"Now, all face me and swear an oath together. I will say something and you will say something, to promote Chinese martial arts and inherit the good moral character of warriors..."

The process before the official start of the game was very formal. It was Ding Xiu's first time participating, which was quite innovative. During the oath-taking session, the referees also spoke together, but their words were different from others.

They focus on justice, fairness, and openness, and do not engage in fraud, cover-up, or favoritism.

After the oath was taken, the No. 1 referee this time also warned everyone to abide by the rules on campus and not to influence or harass students or cause chaos on campus. Violators will be kicked out of the game.

When he said this, he glanced at Ding Xiu a few times, making Ding Xiu feel a little depressed.

Is he this kind of person who harasses students?

The game started a while later. Ding Xiu hung the work badge he received around his neck. It said 038. It was not his turn for the time being. He came to the referee's seat and Xu Haofeng's side.

"Who is this old man? Are you targeting me?"

Xu Haofeng coughed and whispered: "Brother, don't you know how to read it? The brand in front of him is famous, Wujiang."

"I know it's Wu Jiang, but I don't know him. Please introduce him."

"Don't try to die. Even though the old man is old and senior, you are also a student of Baji. You might even call him Master in front of him."

"Oh, tell me."

"Baji Quan has a heritage, and it is currently recognized that the one with the most complete inheritance is Mr. Wu. He is the authentic Baji sect and belongs to the seventh generation. You know it in Cangzhou. There is a place called Mengcun there, which is known as the Baji Nest..."

When talking about Baji Quan, one cannot avoid Mengcun Baji, and Mengcun Baji cannot avoid Wujiang.

Since the early 1980s, Wujiang has been a business card of Baji Quan. It has hosted martial arts groups and martial arts enthusiasts from more than a dozen countries including Japan, the United States, South Korea, Britain, and Germany, and has been invited to give lectures in many countries more than 30 times. Carry forward the Bajiquan.

Wu Jiang is now the vice president of the local provincial martial arts association, a professor at the Sports Institute, a national senior coach, and an eighth-dan martial arts coach.

If you say you are a great person, then Wujiang has disciples all over the place. Many of these disciples have become famous. Some of them are national first-class martial arts masters, martial arts teachers at Beijing Sports University, principals of ancient martial arts schools, etc.

Comparing the modern martial arts circle to martial arts novels, Wujiang is almost the leader of the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

"So powerful?" Ding Xiu's eyes sparkled: "Is he good at fighting?"

Xu Haofeng's face was dark: "I am a sixty-year-old man, are you embarrassed?"

Boxing is afraid of young people. No matter how powerful you are when you are young, you will not be able to do it when you are old. Wu Jiang is sixty years old and his strength is not as good as before. Ding Xiu can't win in a martial arts competition.

Losing is shameless, winning is embarrassing.

If there is another bump in the middle, the problem will be serious.

With a smile, Ding Xiu said: "You said his students are very good. Are you here today? Let me get to know him."

What's the point of beating young people? These people on the referee's bench are pretty much the same. Since they can be referees, they must have two skills.

Except Xu Haofeng.

This guy just talks about being good at martial arts. When it comes to martial arts, he talks about martial arts. Masters of martial arts also know exactly what martial arts and martial arts are, and what the essence is.

However, it cannot be beaten, and it is of no use for heating.

"Yes, that's it." Xu Haofeng pointed to a middle-aged man on the referee's bench and said: "Liu Xiaoyun, who studied under Wu Jiang, is a national first-class martial arts master and a teacher in the martial arts department of the Physical Education University."

Following his gaze, Ding Xiu shook his head: "What I want is a real practitioner."

It's useless just to promote titles. People who can spend time in this area still have time to practice martial arts?

"Oh, I haven't finished speaking yet. He is also the vice president of the Cangzhou Taekwondo Association, the head coach of the Swiss Boxing Kung Fu School, and a guest professor of Taekwondo at the Korean General University."

“Last year at the 4th International Traditional Wushu Competition, he participated in six events and won six first places, including first place in Bajiquan, first place in Zilong Spear, first place in Meteor Hammer, first place in sparring, and first place in Sanshou. one."

"In March of this year, I won three championships in Bajiquan, spear skills, and sparring in the Hong Kong International Wushu Community."

Xu Haofeng lowered his voice and said: "Liu Xiaoyun started martial arts at the age of eight. He has been practicing martial arts for more than 30 years. He has participated in actual combat and routine competitions. He is one of the few people who can perform well in the martial arts world today."

"Actually, even if you don't ask, I will introduce you to me."

It is undeniable that there are many fake masters in the current circle, and there are very few people with real talents and learning, but there are always some, and most of the skills of these people have been passed down.

Unlike those who became monks on the way, their own inheritance is incomplete, and their fighting and training methods are inconsistent. The master has never fought in actual combat in his life, and the disciples he taught do not know how to practice. The disciples are still the same as before, and Kung Fu has become a fitness gymnastics. .

Mengcun's Baji is still very complete, and there are many things that can be learned. Many older generations have fighting techniques in their hands, and they handed them over to their apprentices before they died.

Liu Xiaoyun himself is a very smart person. After learning the Baji True Tradition from Wu Jiang, he did not rest on his laurels. Instead, he constantly communicated with other masters and even went to learn Sanda to absorb the fighting strengths of others.

That is to say, a harmonious society. If it were in ancient times, such people would not be like this now. When they were born in troubled times, they would either be thieves or go to the battlefield.

"Interesting." When Xu Haofeng said this, Ding Xiu became interested.

Liu Xiaoyun was looking down at the student information in his hand. He vaguely noticed someone looking at him. He turned his head and met Ding Xiu's warlike gaze.

With half-closed eyes, Liu Xiaoyun smiled and nodded as a greeting.

He knows Ding Xiu.

The only Baji master in the entertainment industry, he once knocked out the Sanda boxing champion with eight-level banga, and later single-handedly challenged the eight major schools in Hong Kong, using Bajiquan.

In March this year, he participated in a martial arts competition on Hong Kong Island and heard those people describe Ding Xiu's battle.

To be honest, it's very exaggerated and feels a bit like listening to a story.

If it weren't for the senior fellow from Hong Kong Baji Quan who was speaking, he would have wanted to give the other party a big mouth.

One person can hit more than a dozen people and still be able to send them flying a few meters away. How about talking to them about chatting?

The problem is, there are not just one or two people who said this. There were many people present in that battle, which can prove Ding Xiu's power. He made several inquiries in private, and the results were similar.

Then, his interest arose.

In this Bajiquan competition, Xu Haofeng mentioned Ding Xiu's name and asked him to serve as one of the referees. He didn't even think about expressing his support. The main purpose was to meet him for a while.

"Anyone who has nothing to do with it will retreat to the auditorium. Numbers 1 and 2, please come on. Numbers 3 and 4 will gather at venue 2. Numbers 5, 6, and 7 and 8 will put on their protective gear and get ready."

Ding Xiu originally wanted to go over and say hello, but was interrupted by the referee's whistle and the game began.

He could only retreat to the auditorium to watch the battle.

"Brother, stop at the point and be merciful."

“Be polite and interact with each other.”

"Concession."

"Senior brother is great. Where is Baji? I'll treat you to dinner later."

"I am Suzhou Alian, who is your senior brother?"

Although it is a competitive match, the overall situation is still very harmonious. No one rushes to fight with all their strength, they are all there until the end. Some of them can still become friends after the fight.

Ding Xiu shook his head after watching the previous scenes.

There is no blood at all.

It was a fist-to-flesh competition, and no nosebleeds even came out at the end of the match. The winner was often determined by just a few moves. It was so amateurish.

At the referee's table, Liu Xiaoyun clasped his hands on his chest and noticed Ding Xiu shaking his head and raising the corners of his mouth.

This level of competition is really nothing to watch, it's too childish.

As time went by, Ding Xiu almost noticed that he was dozing off. There were a few good matches in the middle. Someone knocked down his opponent in one round. He had rich fighting experience and had a foundation in Sanda and Taekwondo.

"Contestants 038 and 039 wear protective gear and be prepared."

"Brother Xiu, it's your turn."

"Um."

Ding Xiu, who was resting his chin, gave a slight grunt, stood up and left the field, putting on the player's protective gear that he just got off, including a crotch protector, a chest protector, and a head protector.

In the audience, the focus was once again on Ding Xiu.

Legends are legends after all, and no one has actually seen this fighting star take action.

Whether it is a mule or a horse, you will know immediately.

Ding Xiu took off his shoes and came barefoot to the court. His opponent was a man in his thirties, with a beard, a bright eye, and a body full of tendons.

"Big star Ding Xiu, right? I've wanted to meet you for a long time."

As he spoke, the big man cracked his finger joints and smiled broadly.

He just didn't believe that Ding Xiu could fight those people.

If I beat up Ding Xiu today, I don't know if he will be on the news later, and he will become famous from then on.

"As you wish." Ding Xiu cupped his fists and raised his hands.

The referee stood between the two of them. After hearing this, he frowned and said to the big man: "The rules have been said before. I don't want to repeat them. If you violate them, you will be responsible for the consequences."

Anyone who meets a big star like Ding Xiu will have a desire to win. It's normal. I'm just afraid that some people will be so passionate that they won't be able to hold back during the fight.

"Are you ready?"

"Three, two, one, ready, start!"

The big man grinned at the corner of his mouth and behind his ears. He could already imagine how Ding Xiu would look bruised and swollen later. When the media interviewed him, he should be more modest and say that he only used three points of force.

I don’t know if he will be violently attacked by his fans if he beats Ding Xiu too badly.

"call!"

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the big man saw a black shadow coming towards him. Before he could react, with a whistling sound in his ears, a whip hit his head, causing the world to spin.

It seems that after drinking too much, the man can't stand firmly, staggers when walking, and can't fall down even if he holds himself upright.

Ding Xiu sighed, stepped forward and pushed the opponent's chest.

"Snapped!"

The big man fell to the ground, his body was in the shape of a large letter, and his eyes were still blurred.

Silence the entire time.

Bystanders clearly saw that at that moment, Ding Xiu moved very quickly, sweeping the whip leg and kicking the person over in less than a second.

The movements are very simple, and I can't say they are very powerful. They are just a la carte on the other side, with no defense at all, and they just keep giggling.

"038 wins, next group."

After taking off his protective gear, Ding Xiu returned to the auditorium. Zhao Liying thoughtfully handed over the thermos cup and said with a smile:

"Brother Xiu is awesome."

"Basic operations, low profile."

There was only one kick in the whole process, and it didn’t even count as a warm-up, so it was meaningless.

Ten minutes later, the big man who had been kicked unconscious woke up for a while and was arguing with the referee.

"Young people don't follow martial arts ethics. They launched a sneak attack while I wasn't paying attention. They hit me very quickly. I was so careless and didn't dodge. If I do it again, this will definitely not be the result. I apply for a rematch..."

Wu Jiang rolled his eyes and didn't want to pay attention to this person. What is a sneak attack? Is it in vain to shout "321" before starting the fight?

If you are not as skilled as others, then forget it and lose. Why are you still messing around?