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"Fuck you!"

"Brother Xiu, I want to learn this, I want to learn!"

Wang Baoqiang closed his phone and ran over excitedly and said.

A small knife versus a long stick, it's so awesome, it's so awesome. This style of fighting undoubtedly gives Feng Yuxiu another layer of aura as a master.

"You go ahead, it's not over yet." Ding Xiu took his hand out of Wang Baoqiang's arms and threw the utility knife to Fan Shaohuang. This set of actions is incomplete, let's continue it.

"You use the moves I just made, and I'll do your moves."

"I'll do it, I'll do it." Wang Baoqiang put his cell phone in his pocket and said impatiently: "I will play this role later. I'll feel it in advance."

"also."

Before Fan Shaohuang could say anything, Ding Xiu nodded in agreement.

This set of movements is actually not very difficult. It doesn’t take much effort to add this section temporarily. It’s more of a visual.

Picking up the stick, Ding Xiu said to Fan Shaohuang: "When holding the stick for defense, use the yin and yang grip."

"The most powerful striking point of a stick is the tip and the tip of the stick within one foot below the tip."

"This section is called the point of strength, and in the stick it is called the door of death."

Fan Shaohuang had learned the stick technique, but he was obviously not good at it. He only learned performance routines. He knew it wouldn't work since he started with Ding Xiu.

Now he brings Hong Ye in and talks a few words to see how much he can learn.

Fan Shaohuang listened attentively and did not dare to miss a word. He even imitated Wang Baoqiang and used his mobile phone to record.

The stick danced in the air, making stick flowers. Ding Xiu hit Wang Baoqiang's feet harder, and the tip of the stick hit the ground with a loud bang.

The power is completely different from Fan Shaohuang's previous playing style.

With Ding Xiu's strength, if he wanted to hit Wang Baoqiang, Wang Baoqiang would definitely not be able to dodge, so he hit the two inches in front of Baoqiang's toes.

Baoqiang, who was half a beat too slow to react, jumped up in fright and quickly retreated. Faced with the next stick, he turned around and kicked without even thinking about it.

Everyone called him awesome.

Facing a master like Ding Xiu, Baoqiang's performance was unusually calm.

"Snapped!"

The precise, strong sole of the shoe hit the stick, knocking it wide.

"good!"

The onlookers applauded.

Fan Shaohuang was the only one with a depressed look on his face. He couldn't tell that this was just a way to stay strong, right?

It was obviously Ding Xiu who brought the stick up and kicked him.

Otherwise, Ding Xiu's speed and ability to maintain his strength and turn would be enough to stab him three or four times with a stick.

Just like in the previous fight, he lunges, closes the stick and stabs again, Bao Qiang ducks sideways, holds the stick with his left arm, and hits the snake with the stick.

If nothing else, it was the scene just now.

Slashing with a knife.

But Ding Xiu said that the movements were incomplete and he definitely couldn't do it as before.

Wang Baoqiang's creaking nest clamped the stick very tightly, but when the left and right hands were exchanged, the speed was not fast enough and there was a gap.

Seizing the gap, Ding Xiu could withdraw part of the stick each time, and at the same time, he kept retreating, and the hand holding the stick shrank toward the end of the stick.

This resulted in a scene that everyone saw was that the snake Baoqiang was like stepping on a treadmill. It had been crawling for a long time and was still in the same place, unable to get close at all.

Just as he increased his speed, Ding Xiu's movements changed.

Lift your legs, step on the stick, and press down in a lunge.

At this time, Baoqiang was changing hands, and the stick was on his shoulder.

All of a sudden, it was like lifting a hundred kilograms of buckets, forcing him to kneel on one knee with a ferocious look on his face.

Anyone who has carried barreled water knows that the barrel is actually not heavy, only 20 kilograms, and can be carried on the shoulders of normal people.

But if it is the first time to carry it, it will definitely not be able to carry it, and you will have to groan after you can't walk a few meters.

Because I was inexperienced, the position of the bucket was wrong. Placing a 20-kilogram bucket on the shoulder muscles and placing it on the shoulder blades were completely different things.

At this time, the position where the stick pressed down was Wang Baoqiang's shoulder blade, which was why it hurt so much.

Using his bones to fight against the stick, it is conceivable that the more he gets up and exerts force, the more painful it becomes.

Ding Xiu couldn't stand it anymore and said, "You're stupid, lie down on the ground and kick the stick with your feet."

Without saying anything, Wang Baoqiang rolled over and lay down, then kicked him with his feet.

At this time, Ding Xiu's stick just fell.

"Close!"

Ding Xiu pretended to be thrown away and retreated. Wang Baoqiang took the opportunity to get up and cut him.

"Snapped!"

Just as he was about to cut it, Ding Xiu grabbed his wrist, folded it gently, and the art knife fell to the ground.

"You kid want to stab me to death?"

The art knife fell to the ground. Wang Baoqiang lowered his head and realized that the blade was scratched. He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

The same goes for Yuan Bing.

They were too focused on the fight, and no one noticed that the knife was unsheathed. If it had been anyone else, it would have been a bad day.

Twice.

Yuan Bing said to the staff around him: "Go and change a plastic knife immediately. Use a rubber blade."

Thanks to Ding Xiu's strength, he was able to control the situation both times. If it weren't for him, a big accident would have happened.

Ding Xiu didn't care about other people's caution. To him, this was just a small scene.

Not to mention that Baoqiang was holding a utility knife, even if the watermelon knife chased and chopped at him, he was not afraid.

"Let's practice these sets of movements first, and we'll teach you the knife skills behind the close range later."

"Let's talk about the shortcomings first. King Li's stick is not flexible enough and is not as heavy as it should be."

"Bao Qiang's sword skills are unorganized. He cuts randomly, and he doesn't move the stick fast enough to hit snakes. You can't stop the sword when exchanging left and right, otherwise he will kick you back."

"You two try slow motion, and I will guide you."

Twenty minutes later, Wang Baoqiang and Fan Shaohuang were already familiar with the new moves, and the rest was just proficiency.

After taking care of the two of them, Ding Xiu looked at the others leisurely.

Only this time, everyone looked at him a little differently.

Anyone who has made a kung fu movie knows that the job of a martial arts director is not easy. Behind a simple set of fights, there may be ten and a half months of planning by the martial arts director.

The movements are designed and drawn on paper. After the basics are established, they are approached by a martial artist to practice. During this process, they are constantly revised and finally the finished product is given to the actors.

Ding Xiu did a good job, choreographing the action on the spot, from making it up to teaching the actors, it took half an hour.

Who else has this efficiency?

Everyone looked at him as if he were a ghost.

A thought flashed through the minds of all the Wu Xing present. Fortunately, he was not a fellow traveler, otherwise they would really have nothing to eat.

Ding Xiu didn't know what everyone was thinking. He didn't feel that he had done anything great.

For him, he has experienced so many fights that he just picked out a group at random.

No inspiration for action design? does not exist.

With his eyes closed, he can perform different martial arts moves for a whole day, just pick out a few groups and it will be enough.

During the break, Yuan Bing came to him and said, "Xiuzai, your moves are awesome. Are you interested in martial arts? Let's join forces."

"Put it down, it's exhausting."

Professional martial arts teams make a lot of money. Ding Xiu knows this. Martial arts instructors usually join the team with a team, and their job is not just as simple as teaching actors.

There are also various sources of income, such as copyright.

Yes, kung fu is copyrighted too.

The traditional Bajiquan and Tai Chi are definitely not copyrighted, but the combos designed by martial arts instructors are copyrighted.

Like the one designed by Ding Xiu today, if someone uses it in the future, it will be plagiarism, and they will be sued in court to pay compensation.

Martial arts routines are not music or novels, and there is no coincidence.

The Matrix is ​​the watershed in Hollywood martial arts films. The martial arts before The Matrix were all punches and kicks, which looked stiff and unsightly.

Later, the top domestic martial arts team was invited to come over, and there were many classic scenes. At the same time, they spent a lot of money to buy the copyright of the action data.

Cheng Long and Li Lianjie have all had the experience of being offered money, but they just didn't sell.

But there are not a few people selling them in China.