As soon as he got off the plane, Ding Xiu, wearing sunglasses, a baseball cap and a black windbreaker, walked in front, and Jia Ling was dragging his suitcase behind him.
On both sides of the front were fans queuing up with banners, fifty or sixty.
When he saw Ding Xiu, he shouted in a row of slogans, and someone even came forward to send flowers.
"I'm so kind, Brother Xiu is too popular."
Jia Ling looked at the scene in amazement, her heart was shocked, and she secretly made up her mind to become so popular in the future.
Not only him, but also the same expressions of pedestrians. After all, in real life, there are not many celebrities who can have so many fans to pick up the plane.
He simply signed a few names and took a few photos with his fans. Ding Xiu put his hands in his pocket and left.
Half an hour later, I arrived at the opening hotel and there were a large number of reporters and onlookers blocking the road.
"Is it so strong? Lao Qin is investing a lot of money."
"Master, stop here."
Most of the people who picked up the plane at the airport were arranged by Qin Gang, and there were only those slogans that were being slogans. Who would believe that they had not rehearsed in advance?
Now the reporters in front are blocking the road, so there is no need to think about it. It is Qin Gang's arrangement again.
All the money is spent. If you just drive along the way, don’t get out of the car and take photos, it will be a waste.
Putting on his sunglasses, Ding Xiu got out of the car, waved at the reporter, and walked over with a smile.
After walking a few steps, I found something was wrong.
No one seemed to photograph him.
The photo was taken of a store on the Avenue. Ding Xiu turned his head and looked at it, which read the Martial Arts and Culture Exchange Center.
He patted a reporter who was watching and said, "Brother, what are you doing?"
"Go and go, go, fuck, aren't you that anyone?"
"It's me, what are you doing?"
"It's a martial arts competition, Sanda boxing champion fights traditional martial arts."
Hearing the words "Sanda Boxing King", Ding Xiu became interested and squeezed into it like a loach. Jia Ling outside jumped in a hurry.
However, she couldn't squeeze in with a suitcase.
Soon, Ding Xiu came to the forefront, touched a reporter's ID and hung it around his neck, and squeezed into the venue.
There was no one on the square ring.
The competition has not begun.
It was very lively on the side. One party was wearing Tang suits and cloth shoes whispering to each other. The other party was tall and big, blonde, shirtless, wearing shorts, warming up with the left hook and right hook.
On the Tang suit, there are mostly old men and few young people. Ding Xiu also saw Yu Hai who had been away for a while.
"Xiao Tang, come up and pay attention to attacking his lower plate later. Stay calm and don't panic."
Yu Hai is giving advice to the guy who is about to play.
The other old men also said angrily: "Foreigners are not flexible enough, they will lose if they delay for a while."
"Who said that people are not flexible enough? Do you know how heavy a punch is in the Sanda boxing champion?"
"Be careful not to dodge and don't be beaten to the end."
"We can't afford to lose. Once we lose, our reputation will be bad."
"Yes, I was kicked six schools in a row. If even Master Yu's family was kicked, our Shandong martial arts world would be very embarrassing."
"The reporters at the door were called by this foreigner, it's really sinister."
The incident happened half a month ago. A foreigner who claimed to be practicing Sanda began to challenge major boxing gyms, specializing in fighting young people aged 20 to 30.
Every competition comes with a bunch of reporters.
After a few days, major boxing gyms were defeated one after another.
The local newspapers became popular, saying that the martial arts could not be fought and were easily defeated by Western fighting.
The young people who were beaten so badly that the martial arts people were silent, and they were a little bit self-doubted whether they had practiced martial arts for so many years were really not good.
However, when someone found out that the foreigner pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger, his real identity was the Sanda boxing champion, and everyone started to curse.
A Sanda boxing champion fights with others more times a year than they practice martial arts in their lifetime.
Who can be a boxing champion is not a tall man, a rich combat experience, and has been professionally trained over the years.
Not to mention the young people in the boxing gym who only know how to stance horses and have only been practicing for a few years, even the master may not be able to withstand it.
Other people's fighting technique is to hit people, fight every day, and over time, a systematic fighting method has been formed.
Traditional martial arts have not hit people for many years, and their killer moves have been lost. They only practice and have no fighting styles. In addition, they have little fighting, so they have no experience.
Compared with the two, Chuanwu is at a disadvantage.
"Don't worry, master, I have practiced fighting, and I may not lose."
The man known as Xiao Tang showed his white teeth and said with a smile.
He was a martial arts practitioner who practiced fighting for five years and then practiced martial arts later. His original intention was to absorb the strengths of a hundred schools of thought.
It was because of this that Yu Hai sent him out.
"Well, be careful and be safe." Yu Hai said while patting his shoulder.
Foreigners are very terrified, and they challenge the younger generation, saying that they are not hitting the elderly for fairness.
If it weren't for this, other boxing gyms wouldn't have lost one after another.
Chuanwu is a water-mixing technique, which requires year and year of practice. The apprentices in the boxing gym basically learn basics. They practiced for three or five years for a long time, and a short year and a half.
At this level, it would be strange if you don’t lose.
Thinking of this, Yu Hai was helpless and sighed in his heart.
It’s not that they don’t want to teach real kung fu, they will teach everything to foreign teachers sooner or later.
The warrior focuses on character. There are thirty or forty people in his martial arts exchange center. Only thirty or five talented people can truly persevere.
These three or five people need to use time to examine their character, and then slowly teach them some practice methods to bury their muscles and bones.
Finally, when the time is almost over, I chose one person as the successor of Mantis Boxing and taught the fighting style.
This process is fast for ten or eight years.
After a little time, the two people who were about to start fighting came on stage.
In the audience, the reporter cheered, cheered and excited, and some shouted foreigners' names and some shouted Xiao Tang's names.
Suddenly, a quiet figure caught Yu Hai's attention.
Unlike others, this young man who could not hide his handsome face, wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap, did not say a word, and held his hands in front of his chest and watched quietly.
The more I looked at it, the more familiar Yu Hai felt.
After staring at him for a few seconds, the young man in the crowd seemed to sense something and looked at him.
"What a keen perception." Yu Hai was amazed.
The next second, the young man nodded at him and smiled in a curve.
"Isn't this, Ding Xiu?" Yu Hai finally knew why he looked familiar.
He can't forget Ding Xiu's face turned into ashes.
The powerful Bajiquan is the best martial arts masters he has encountered in his life.
After being happy, Yu Hai walked towards Ding Xiu.
A group of people in the martial arts world were confused and didn't understand this critical moment. Why didn't Yu Hai care about the competition and went to find a young man.
"Master Ding, why are you here?"
"The hotel next door opened. I came to participate in the ribbon cutting event. I saw that there was fun here, so I came here."
After glanced at the reporter's certificate hanging around Ding Xiu's neck, Yu Hai's mouth twitched.
In order to reduce their influence, they only let some reporters in, and the ordinary people watching did not allow them to enter.
If he remembered correctly, Ding Xiu seemed to be an actor, and now he had a press certificate around his neck, so he didn't have to think about how he came about.
"Don't wear this thing, give it to others." Yu Hai took down his reporter certificate and handed it to a student, and then said, "Who do you think will win?"
"It's hard to say, I haven't fought yet."
"Then if you go up, can you win if you let go?"
"Haha, I have to kneel down and beg him not to die within three seconds."
He let go of the fight, and it was fast for three seconds. He could make the foreigner lie down with one move. There was no reason, he was so confident.