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"beat?"

Liu Jiahui was a little confused.

When did he say he wanted to fight? He just saw Yang Mi and Tang Yan practicing a set of kung fu and thought it was interesting, so he came to ask today.

I didn't say I wanted to fight.

In addition to practicing martial arts, he also comes from a family of actors. He has been living in Hong Kong for decades, so how could he not know how powerful Ding Xiu is.

This is a person who can penetrate the martial arts world of Hong Kong Island. To compete with him is not to seek abuse.

Ding Xiu said seriously: "Yes, didn't you come to me to show off?"

"I didn't say gestures." Liu Jiahui had a toothache and held his waist and said: "I'm not very good at kung fu, so I'm no match for you. I saw Yang Mi practicing kung fu yesterday, and I was a little curious. After knowing that it was you who taught it, I wanted to come over and fight with you. Hello."

Don’t fight, don’t fight, that’s nonsense, Ding Xiu suddenly lost his temper: “You should be pretty good at this line of kung fu, Zhao Zhilin is quite powerful, and his Hong Fist is very powerful, Master Liu, don’t be humble. "

When he was a guest star in kung fu a few years ago, he fought against the Hong Family Iron Fist. Zhao Zhilin's Hong Fist was indeed powerful. He had disciples all over the world and was a big celebrity in the domestic martial arts circle.

Zhao Zhilin's father is a disciple of Lin Shirong, and Liu Jiahui's master is also a disciple of Lin Shirong. Speaking of which, the two are brothers in the same discipline. It makes no sense that there is a huge gap in kung fu.

"I really can't do it." Afraid of being beaten, Liu Jiahui quickly waved his hands and said with a wry smile: "Senior Brother Zhao is the leader of our generation, I can't compare with him."

"I did practice for a few years when I was a kid, but I stopped practicing much after I entered the entertainment industry. My kung fu has been broken for more than ten years without practice. Now, even if you let go of my hand, I can't beat you."

In their martial arts, if Huang Qiying is the first generation, Huang Feihong is the second generation, then Lin Shirong is the third generation.

The experience of this "Pork King" is no worse than that of Huang Qiying and Huang Feihong.

When he was young, Lin Shirong was accepted as a disciple by a famous Hongquan master. At the age of seventeen, he broke into Guangzhou and taught in Li Fulin's Black Flag Army. He later won the first place in the Guangzhou Wushu Competition.

He was once praised by the founding father, who personally awarded him a medal.

He studied under Huang Feihong for more than 20 years, summed up the experience of his predecessors, and created his own Tiger and Crane School. The Tiger and Crane Double Shape Boxing he wrote is still used in higher sports and martial arts academies across the country.

His disciples spread all over the country, with more than 10,000 disciples at his peak.

Zhao Zhilin's father was one of Lin Shirong's disciples, but Zhao Zhilin was even more proficient.

Among the disciples of this generation, the most outstanding one is Zhao Zhilin, who has mastered all his martial arts. His Hongquan martial arts gym has been opened overseas and he has hundreds of thousands of disciples.

Liu Jiahui thinks he cannot compare with Zhao Zhilin.

Be it martial arts or achievements.

"It's okay. You've already come, so I'll just give you one hand." Idle time was also idle, his curiosity was aroused, and Ding Xiu easily didn't want to let Liu Jiahui go.

You've taken off your pants, are you telling me this?

You have to do it today, and you have to do it even if you don't.

Hearing these insulting words, Liu Jiahui narrowed his eyes and gradually lowered his smile.

He said that Ding Xiu could hit him with one hand, which was a polite comment. After all, he was indeed no match for Ding Xiu, but with one hand, he was still very confident.

Traditional martial arts are not martial arts novels. There is no such thing as Yang Guo who can become more powerful after breaking one hand.

Kung Fu has its own training and fighting methods. Whether it is attack or defense, it requires the cooperation of two hands.

It is no exaggeration to say that without one hand, the combat effectiveness is reduced.

If Tyson had less arms, the lightweight and flyweight boxing champions could beat him to death.

"How about I let you have your hands?" Ding Xiu simply put his hands behind his back.

Damn it!

No matter how good-tempered Liu Jiahui is, he can't bear to hear such words.

"Okay, okay, just two hands, I will compete with Master Ding today."

Ding Xiu gave him two hands, but the only ones he could use were his feet. His fighting ability was more than ten to one. Now he might not even be a match for the students of the Sports University.

An average adult could take him down.

It's very simple, just rush up and give him a hug and it's done.

Ding Xiu grinned and took off his shoes, revealing his black socks: "This way, please."

There is a special place for martial arts training in the training hall. There is an area with soft ground, so it will be okay if you fall on the ground.

Not wanting to take advantage, Liu Jiahui also put on his slippers and said, "Master Ding, let's stop ordering."

"It's easy to talk about."

Ding Xiu, who had his hands behind his back, took a few steps back to make room, looked at Liu Jiahui for a few times, and had been thinking about a move in his head for a while.

"call!"

Liu Jiahui took a deep breath, clenched his fists, a different aura emanated from his body, and the look in his eyes was also different.

He was adopted by Lin Shirong's apprentice Liu Zhan since he was a child, so Liu Zhan was both his father and his master to him, and he didn't hide anything from him when he taught martial arts.

The essence of Hong Quan, the key points of the tiger and crane shapes, training methods, and fighting styles are all taught by the master.

When he was young, he was very interested in martial arts and was the most invincible among his peers. Later, he started filming by chance when he encountered the entertainment industry.

In the past ten years, he really hasn't practiced martial arts much, and his focus has been on family and work.

Maybe he can't reach the level of Zhao Zhilin, but it's not a big problem if he just beats Ding Xiu who only has one pair of feet.

Across from him, Ding Xiu jumped on the spot and said, "Come on, let me see your Hong Fist."

"as you wish."

With his feet feeling like wading through water, Liu Jiahui arrived in front of Ding Xiu in a few tiger steps. With a long bridge and a long horse, long hands and long attacks, he punched out with great speed.

Ding Xiu just took a step back and leaned his upper body back to avoid the punch.

In an instant, the fist turned into a claw, and Liu Jiahui's five claws clawed at Ding Xiu's face with a sharp wind sound.

His legs were longer than his hands. Ding Xiu kicked him up and kicked his hand away. He turned around and kicked Liu Jiahui in the chest, knocking him back a few steps.

"Master Liu, don't hold back. I can still withstand an attack of this level."

If he guessed correctly, the claw just grabbed the eyeball, which was the killing move, but Liu Jiahui was afraid of hurting people, so he changed it to a claw face.

Because he was not firm, the movements of his hands changed and became slower. In Ding Xiu's eyes, they were all flaws.

Shaking his sore arm, Liu Jiahui looked solemn and did not say a word.

He didn't expect that Ding Xiu, who had no hands, could still react so quickly and almost overturned the car.

Staring at Ding Xiu carefully, this time, the posture of his hands changed. One hand was a tiger claw, and the other hand was lightly held with five fingers, showing a sharp mouth.

It is the famous double shape of tiger and crane.

The tiger is brave and brave, while the crane is light and agile. They are strong and soft at the same time.

From Huang Qiying's generation, to Huang Feihong, Lin Sairong, and today, the tiger and crane double shapes have been continuously improved, and the skills in all aspects are no less than a hundred years ago.

He is indeed not as good as Zhao Zhilin in Hong Quan, because his major is not Hong Quan.

I have majored in the tiger and crane form since I was a child.

Like a roc spreading its wings, Liu Jiahui's figure suddenly appeared in front of Ding Xiu. He grabbed Ding Xiu's neck with one claw and put his hand on his lower abdomen to prepare for the last stab.

"That's interesting."

Watching the sharp claws coming towards his neck, Ding Xiu didn't panic at all, and was even thinking that if this move was done by himself, he would definitely tear out the enemy's throat.

At this time, from the corner of his eye, he also saw Liu Jiahui's throbbing crane shape, which had already been poked out, targeting his temple.

Ding Xiu squatted down fiercely and swept his foot across the ground.

Liu Jiahui seemed to be really standing tall. He raised his front foot and just missed the whip leg swept by Ding Xiu.

But the next second, a more powerful whip came over again.

A black shadow flashed before my eyes, and I didn't have time to think too much. I hurriedly backed away. I took four or five steps back before letting out a breath of fear.

If he reacted a little slower just now, he would already be lying down.

Fortunately, Ding Xiu did not chase after him, he was still smiling with his hands behind his back.

At this time, many people had come to the training ground, including martial arts practitioners and martial arts instructors. At first, they saw the two of them talking and laughing and didn't pay attention. Unexpectedly, the fight started in just a few minutes.

At first everyone thought it was a trick, but upon closer inspection it wasn't.

There is no tiger-crane double-shaped fist in Xianxia dramas.

Ding Xiu said calmly: "Continue, Master Liu."

Not daring to be careless and underestimate the enemy, Liu Jiahui continued to attack with a tiger in one hand and a crane in the other. However, this time it was different from before. When he came forward, he kicked with one foot.

Ding Xiu's legs are longer than his hands. If he keeps using his hands, it may be difficult to get close. Using his feet is different. He can use his hands at any time to catch him by surprise.

Facing Liu Jiahui's foot, Ding Xiu chuckled, turned around and kicked it out.

Because of the extra turning movement, his kick direction was the same as Liu Jiahui's. From the perspective of a bystander, it was his legs that drew a circle and then ran after Liu Jiahui's legs.

And even caught up.

For a moment, the two legs touched each other.

As expected, Liu Jiahui was paralyzed. His physical strength and age were not as good as those of Ding Xiu. The opponent came first, so he was even more unable to exert any force and kicked the cotton.

When Ding Xiu touched him, his calves almost cramped.

Before it was over, Ding Xiu's legs wrapped around his calf, and then he leaned forward, his body fell, and he knelt on the ground with his legs.

Taking a breath of cold air, Liu Jiahui twitched the corners of his mouth. He didn't care about any moves and slapped Ding Xiu with his backhand.

Ding Xiu had no hands and could not use his feet at the moment. He rolled his body backwards and hid.

Damn it!

Liu Jiahui stood up dragging his painful and numb feet, cursing secretly in his mind.

My legs are shaking and I can't stand straight, so how can I beat him?

How about giving up?

He glanced to the side out of the corner of his eye. At least a dozen people were watching. With so many people, it would be difficult to get around if the news spread.

Otherwise, just give it a few more thrusts.

This time, Liu Jiahui continued to attack with his crane legs. Not to mention, his legs were elegant and agile, but because he was a bit older and neglected to practice martial arts, he was more beautiful and less fierce and murderous.

After Ding Xiu played for a while to determine Liu Jiahui's true level, he hit him with two consecutive knees and kicked him sideways, directly knocking Liu down.

Ding Xiu stepped forward and stretched out his hand: "Master Liu, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Grabbing his wrist, Liu Jiahui stood up and patted his butt: "You are old. If you were young, you may not be my opponent."

There are so many people, if they don't say a few words of awesomeness, it will be difficult for them to get through this today.

Ding Xiu didn't tolerate him at all: "How about we practice again, and this time I will..."

"Forget it, we still have work, let's wait another day." Liu Jiahui quickly interrupted Ding Xiu.

He finally saw that if Ding Xiu tried his best, he wouldn't even be able to make it through one round.

I don’t even know how this freak practiced.

In the old society, it was not uncommon for people to become very strong in martial arts because they wanted to survive and stand out.

In modern society, there are several young people who are willing to practice martial arts for ten years. Even if they are willing, can their families agree?

Study hard and become a civil servant, teacher, doctor, or work in a big company in the future. Which one is not better than practicing martial arts?

Why are you practicing Sanjiu in the winter and Sanfu in the summer? Why do you want to become a security guard after returning from martial arts training?

This is also the reason why many martial arts practitioners have been practicing martial arts for more than ten years, but after making money, they are unwilling to continue because there is no need.

If you can make millions a year, who would suffer that kind of hardship?

But Ding Xiu did it.

With his status as a celebrity, he can make more than a few million a year, tens of millions is no problem. With so much money, there is no need to practice martial arts.

You can't hit people, and you can't kill people.

There is no need to defend yourself. If you have the skills to practice martial arts, just spend some money to hire a few bodyguards.

If you really encounter a gangster with a spray gun in hand, it will be useless no matter how high your martial arts skills are.

Ding Xiu cupped his fists and raised his hands: "I'm sorry, Master Liu, I thought you were joking before, but I didn't expect that in your sect, all the effort lies in Brother Zhao."

Rubbing salt into the wound again.

Liu Jiahui said: "It is indeed his fault. I suggest you practice with him when you have time. Senior Brother Zhao is much better than me."

Ding Xiu shrugged: "I have competed with him in the past few years."

Liu Jiahui's eyes widened: "What's the result?"

Ding Xiu put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "It's okay."

good?

Liu Jiahui's head was buzzing. The strongest person in their sect was actually rated as okay in front of Ding Xiu.

No wonder he couldn't beat Ding Xiu, not even Zhao Zhilin. It was normal that he couldn't beat him.

"What a pity. Lao Zhao is old. If only he could be twenty years younger."

Ding Xiu shook his head and sighed.

Among the modern martial arts practitioners he saw, there were few masters and some were older.

Chuanwu is really in decline.

He has quite a feeling of being alone in the martial arts world despite being in a high place.

Seeing Ding Xiu's lonely eyes, Liu Jiahui's words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything, nor could he comfort him.

He can understand Ding Xiu.

When his martial arts reaches this level, not to mention being invincible, he really has few opponents. This should be a matter of pride, but because he has no opponents, he seems even more lonely.

There is no dragon slaying skill, but there is no dragon for you to slay.

"Alas!" Patting Ding Xiu on the shoulder, Liu Jiahui limped to the chair next to him and sat down.

Ding Xiu's situation made him feel that it was right to give up martial arts.

There is really no future in this business.

A few years ago you could still be a dragon and tiger martial artist, but now who is cheating on you?

So what if you train to be the best in the world, just like Ding Xiu, you are not alone and have no meaning at all.

Looking at Ding Xiu's back, Liu Jiahui sighed sadly.

"Brother Xiu, Teacher Liu, were you competing in martial arts just now?"

"No, let's learn from each other."

"That Kung Fu is so cool, Teacher Liu, can you teach me how to do it?"

Several young martial arts practitioners came over to learn kung fu. Liu Jiahui was a little confused. In his opinion, this industry was in decline and there were few people who could learn it.

"Look for Ding Xiu, he is great."

"Teacher Ding, can you teach me how to do that?"

"I'm sorry, the master's unique skills are passed down from female to male."

Liu Jiahui: "..."