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Ding Xiu found a place to sit down, and Wu Jing pulled a chair next to him, talking about how powerful Zhen Zidan was, and kept fanning him and lighting the fire.

Hearing this, Ding Xiu was eager to try and couldn't wait to have a fight.

To be honest, after the battle between Yu Chenghui and Wu Bing, he probably knew Chuanwu's background.

The older generation has kung fu, but they don’t have much actual combat experience, and they haven’t seen blood, so they are timid and not refreshing enough to fight.

In addition, when you are older, you are not as strong as young people.

Wu Bing was out of breath after playing with him a few times.

Ding Xiu has given up on Mantis Fist. He estimates that no matter how powerful Yu Hai is, he will at most be on the same level as Yu Chenghui and the others.

Now he wants to try the new school of martial arts, which is the kind of Sanda and karate that Wu Jing mentioned and Zhen Zidan practiced.

I heard that this type of Kung Fu is very powerful in actual combat, and almost all of it is done step by step in the ring.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk!"

A knock on the door interrupted Ding Xiu's thoughts. When he looked up, Zhang Yimou had already opened the door.

Everyone gets up.

"Sorry to keep everyone waiting."

"Wherever we are, we just arrived."

"Teacher Zhang, I haven't seen you for a while. I heard you were going to start filming this time, so I came here to try out a role. It doesn't matter if you play a maid."

"Thank you Ziyi, please sit down quickly and don't feel restrained."

"Gong Li, what have you been busy with lately..."

After entering the room, Zhang Yimou did not mention the role, but instead chatted about family matters. Everyone chatted a few words, including Ding Xiu, who he did not know.

"I heard from Instructor Cheng that your martial arts are very powerful and can be used in actual combat. I am very curious, if you are surrounded by others, how many can you fight?"

"With bare hands, maybe ten or so."

Well, I can kill a dozen of them.

Ding Xiu was not exaggerating at all.

The dozen or so here he refers to the kind of well-trained desperadoes who don't care about their lives.

In fact, in real life, ordinary people's psychological quality is not high. Even if a dozen people attack him in a group, as long as one or two are killed, the others will run away.

It would have been easier if he had a knife in his hand. He wiped one of the people's necks with the knife, and the other party immediately called the police without taking action.

"Ha!" Zhen Zidan laughed out loud: "Kids, what you said is too exaggerated. I have practiced martial arts and fighting. It is not a problem to fight two or three, but it is not as good as one plus one if you fight three. Simple."

"As the old saying goes, two fists are no match for four. If you are attacked by a crowd, it will be useless no matter how powerful you are."

"There was news in Los Angeles a few years ago. A professional boxer was robbed by a few gangsters. He was stabbed four times and his intestines were broken."

"I don't dare to tell others. As far as I'm concerned, if the other party is two people and the person is carrying a knife, I will turn around and run away without saying anything."

As soon as Ding Xiu opened his mouth, he knew whether he was bragging or telling his story, a familiar formula and a familiar taste.

Let him continue to blow, and after a while Hunyuan Jin, Internal Strength, and the Five Lightning Whips will come out.

"It's normal to run away." To everyone's surprise, Ding Xiu actually agreed with Zhen Zidan's words: "If someone uses a knife to intentionally hurt your life, you don't dare to kill him, but you can't win if you don't kill him, so you can't run away."

"In the final analysis, you are still not good at studying and not good at kung fu. If you are more than one level higher than the opponent, let alone a sword, it will not be a problem even if you face a group of cavalry."

"Hehehe!"

Zhen Zidan laughed even louder, but he just smiled and did not refute.

He felt that what Ding Xiu said was nonsense. He could indeed win easily if he was one level above the opponent.

But we are all human beings. Learning to fight and exercising is just to increase your fighting skills and physical fitness. No matter how high you are, how can you get better?

You even swept through a group of cavalry, why don't you go to heaven?

"Can I show it easily?" Zhang Yimou said with a frown.

It's not that he doesn't believe it, it's just a bit exaggerated.

If Cheng Xiaodong hadn't assured him that Ding Xiu had real skills, he would have kicked them out by now.

"What kind of display do you want to see?" Ding Xiu was still in his calm and relaxed state.

"Hold on."

Zhang Yimou turned around and went out to the next door. When he came back, he took a big gun.

The original interview location was next door. Considering that Male Number 4 was a master, weapons were prepared for the interviewers.

Not just guns, but knives and swords.

"Can you demonstrate with this gun? Just a roundabout move." After looking around, Zhang Yimou said: "Pierce into the wall, and the loss will be mine."

"Okay, but forget about piercing the wall. They will have to repair it later, so let's pierce the chairs."

After taking Zhang Yimou's gun, Ding Xiu pointed at the chair he had just sat on. The wooden chair was hung squarely on the head of the gun.

"Good work." Wu Jing clapped while not forgetting to say to Zhang Yimou: "The chair is very heavy, and the force hanging on the head of the gun will be greater. This requires skill and strength to lift it up."

Zhang Yimou nodded and said: "I understand. In ancient times, there was a high-ranking person who chose a pulley. I've heard of it."

The corners of Wu Jing's mouth twitched fiercely.

Picking up the chair, Ding Xiu said, "Someone can hold it for me."

"I'll do it!" Zhen Zidan volunteered and took the chair in his hand, with the bottom facing Ding Xiu.

"I'm very powerful, please bear with me."

"Just try hard."

The spear landed on the ground, and Ding Xiu took a few steps back. He held the tail of the spear with one hand and shook it. Then he held the spear with both hands and stabbed forward.

"hiss"

"hiss!"

There were two blasts in the air.

It turned out that Ding Xiuzha quickly took the gun back after going out.

Before everyone's hearts could drop, they saw him holding the gun behind his back and turning in a circle.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the gun came out like a dragon. The head of the gun pierced the bottom of the chair and came out from the other end.

The two shots just scratched the surface, but this shot was much more powerful and faster.

Ding Xiu has not specifically learned marksmanship, but he knows the technique of exerting force. He must set up his horse stance and the force will pass through his legs, waist, arms, wrists, and finally be transmitted to the head of the gun.

Anything can be destroyed with one shot.

"Gulu!"

Zhen Zidan was covered in cold sweat as he held up the chair, because the cold gun tip was only a few centimeters away from his throat.

If it were any deeper, he would already be cold.

"How is that possible?" Wu Jing, who had been supporting Ding Xiu, suddenly stood up with a look of disbelief on his face.

He is a spearman himself, and has even won a spearmanship championship. He knows how to use the carbine, an old classic move, and has practiced it no more than 10,000 times.

He can do moves that are ten times more difficult than Ding Xiu's.

That is to throw the gun into the sky, rotate the body 360 degrees in the air, catch the falling gun, then turn around and do the splits back to the spurs.

"What's wrong with this?" Ding Xiu pulled out his spear and said calmly: "Spears are not uncommon on ancient battlefields. When paired with a good horse, they can penetrate armor at high speeds."

"If soldiers without armor come across them, they will basically shoot two holes."

"If the situation is specific, you can go back and try it on a motorcycle. The effect will be the same."

Wu Jing opened his mouth. He understood the truth. The problem is that you are not riding a horse now. How can you get such power?

"I'll try."

Taking the gun, Wu Jing twisted it hard. The gun trembled and the stiff spear seemed to soften.

Regardless of whether Zhen Zidan agreed or not, he stabbed him with a gun.

"Snapped!"

It was also a carbine, but the tip of his spear only penetrated half of it, and could not penetrate at all.

What the heck!

Zhen Zidan, who was still in shock, almost threw the chair on Wu Jing's head when he realized it.

He pulled out a gun without saying hello. What if he was stabbed to death?

"Beautiful!" Zhang Yimou took the lead in applauding and said to Ding Xiu: "It is indeed amazing."

Ding Xiu raised his hand and said, "Wherever you go, it's all about making ends meet."

He looked away. In the past, he studied martial arts and killed people just to make ends meet.

Nowadays, martial arts are used on the set to make a lot of money without killing people. The principle is the same.

Make money, not shabby.

If someone gave him one hundred and eighty thousand, he could stand on his head and wash his hair.

"Brother Shan, I'm not lying to you. Brother Xiu has real skills." Wu Jing recovered and started again: "I'm looking forward to the duel between you two."

Zhang Yi was stunned: "What kind of duel?"

"It's okay, I'm just kidding." Zhen Zidan quickly stopped.

He is not an idiot. There are occasions for martial arts competitions. No one cares about how he wants to fight in private, but today he is here for a trial, so it is not good to leave a bad influence.

He wanted to settle the matter, but Wu Jing didn't give him a chance at all: "It's like this. Brother Shan heard that Brother Xiu knows martial arts, and he wants to learn from each other and use martial arts to make friends."

"Okay, how about I be the referee and you two have a fight."

Zhang Yimou's reaction was the same as when Cheng Xiaodong heard that Wu Jing and Ding Xiu were about to fight on the set of A Chinese Ghost Story.

It's not too big a deal to watch the fun.

Chuanwu has always maintained a mysterious veil, and some people praise it while others criticize it.

It's rare to meet a master, it would be a shame not to take a look.

The reason why Mr. Lao wanted to take pictures of heroes was to look at things in the court from the perspective of Jianghu people.

What is Jianghu? The flash of swords and shadows are indispensable. How can you shoot without some real skills?

"Ahem." Zhenzi said awkwardly, "Just joking."

Wu Jing continued: "Brother Shan, I'm actually also curious about whether foreign fighting or traditional martial arts is more powerful. Can't you satisfy everyone's curiosity?"

You've been watching martial arts every day, but now you stop when you meet a master.

If you have the ability, come on.

If you don't get it, don't brag about it in the future.

In order to force Zhen Zidan to take action, Wu Jing said: "Brother Xiu has played against Master Yu Chenghui and Coach Wu. The two old men are full of praise for him."

Zhen Zidan curled his lips. He was in his twenties and beat up an old comrade in his sixties, but he still had the nerve to say it out loud.

In Fight Club, if you drag anyone to a nursing home, you can sweep them away.

"Please." Ding Xiu put one hand behind his back and extended his hand to Zhen Zidan: "I am also very interested in the new martial arts."

Yes, I can’t do it without fighting now.

As soon as Ding Xiu opened his mouth, Zhen Zidan knew that he couldn't shirk it. If he didn't accept the challenge, his reputation would be ruined if word spread.

Originally, he wanted to fight in private, with the door closed, and both sides knowing who won and who lost, but he didn't want it to be so big.

"I have also been fascinated by martial arts for a long time. Today I will use martial arts to make friends. Until the point is reached, competition comes second and friendship comes first."

Ding Xiu raised his hand and said, "Don't worry, I will keep my hand. We only distinguish between superior and inferior, not life or death."

Zhenzi's eyelids twitched violently.

When did a martial arts contest involve life and death? Why should I emphasize it so much?

If you don't emphasize this, are you going to die?

Even in the octagonal cage, MMA is not about beating people to death. Some vital parts cannot be attacked.

There are referees nearby who can separate people at any time if something goes wrong.

"It's not a matter of life or death, it's just a simple martial arts exchange." Zhang Yimou was also shocked by Ding Xiu's words.

Everyone pulled out their chairs to make room for them.

Zhang Ziyi, Gong Li, Zhao Wenzhuo, Wu Jing and others watched it with gusto.

Crossing his fingers, Zhen Zi simply moved his hands and feet.

Then he jumped lightly on his feet, swayed his body, protected his head with his hands, and assumed a Sanda posture.

Ding Xiu stood still.

"You can start at any time!" Zhang Yimou said.

Staring at Ding Xiu's face, Zhen Zidan began to walk slowly. Suddenly, he dwarfed and rushed forward, hugging Ding Xiu's legs with lightning speed.

"Succeeded!"

Zhen Zishan felt happy.

It's as simple as hugging his legs. Then he will hug and throw him, and then use the lock technique to lock Ding Xiu.

Crossbars and guillotines, these things are unreasonable and rely on four ounces to move a thousand pounds. Once used, unless the strength is several times greater than his, or the person has specially learned to unlock it, the outcome is already determined.

He has already felt Ding Xiu's power, and it is indeed greater than the average person.

But it is not exaggerated. Once locked, it is 100% impossible to unlock.

However, in Ding Xiu's eyes, what Zhen Zidan was doing at this time was no different from a fool. He bent down to hug his legs and exposed such a big neck.

Should he twist it off?

There is also a large area of ​​​​the back. If he falls with an elbow, he may be paralyzed.

"ah!"

As soon as he hugged Ding Xiu's thigh, Zhen Zidan knelt down and screamed.

On the back of his head, a big hand pinched the back of his neck and forced him to his knees.

"Stop, stop, stop."

"Don't you know you can't attack the neck in fighting?"

After letting go, Ding Xiu's eyes were blank: "Can't you attack the neck?"

Wu on the side said in shock: "I forgot to tell you, the throat, back of the neck, eyes, back, and crotch cannot be hit."

Ding Xiu was speechless: "What kind of bullshit rules are these?"

Wu Jing spread his hands: "So martial arts is now a sport, and it is still a sport with rules."

It is said that martial arts is just a show, but fighting is not the same. In the ring, hitting the back of the head, below the waistline, and the back is prohibited.

But these are often the most vulnerable parts of the human body.

One blow is fatal, either killing or injuring.

There is also the crotch. In many martial arts, monkeys steal peaches, tease the vaginal hands, and win or lose with one successful move.

At that time, Tai Chi master Yang Luchan's famous stunt was squatting down to catch a bird with his left hand and grabbing the sand in the face with his right hand, which defeated many people.

You can't fight this or that in the ring now. How can you mess around with people passing on martial arts?

It's like boxing, but you can't use your feet.

The ten-way tan kick, the kick kick, the fan boxing, the mandarin duck step, the cross kick, and the eight-step chain boxing made me cry to death in the toilet.

Because they couldn't fight, no one practiced them. Over time, many kung fu skills were lost. Some of them were retained in the army, but ordinary people couldn't access them.

"I can't fight this." After hearing Wu Jing's explanation, Ding Xiu was dumbfounded.