On the side, Wang Baoqiang covered his stomach, rolled and climbed to the wall and leaned against him, and he didn't stand up even if he beat him to death.
The guy who had just been knocked down and got up again lay down again in less than a second.
So many of them were beaten by Ding Xiu alone, but no one believed them when they were spread, but that's the truth.
"Pap!"
At this time, Ding Xiuzheng hooked his hands on a man's neck and hit his knees upwards.
The first stroke was blocked by the other party with his elbow, the third stroke broke the defense, and the knee was pressed against the stomach, and the stomach acid was almost vomited.
Wu Jing, who was unwilling to give up, ran behind Ding Xiu for some time, hugged his hands on his waist, lifted it up hard, and wanted to hold it and fall.
Taking a deep breath, Ding Xiu's body sank, stomped a horse stance, letting Wu Jing pull the willow down and urged him to move. He turned around, bent his elbow, and smashed it down heavily.
"thump!"
Wu Jing lay on the ground, covering his old waist and moaned: "Damn, you're going to kill me, my waist is almost broken."
Ding Xiu didn't say anything. Until now, there were few people standing there. There was a piece of people standing there, and the people standing were looking from afar and didn't dare to step forward.
"Just just felt that you couldn't do it, be firmer."
"Baoqiang, come here."
"I won't go." Wang Baoqiang shook his head like a rattle.
He was whipped by his legs and the pain had not disappeared yet. He really didn't want to experience it for the second time.
"That big man, come here."
"Brother Xiu, my feet are numb."
"Brother Flat Head."
"Brother Xiu, I have a stomachache."
Ding Xiu ordered several people in a row, but none of them were willing to come forward to gesture.
Who dares to fight with him? It’s not a human being when fighting. None of the ten people went together to test the limit.
"What a pity." Ding Xiu sighed regretfully.
This is why he doesn't like fighting with others in the past two years. No one can fight. Even if ten people go together, they can't force him to use all his strength.
And I didn't dare to exert too much force, for fear of hurting people, and a little afraid of hands and feet.
"Don't lie on the ground, I'll give you some medicinal wine."
After the words came, the people on the ground got up.
I didn't get up before because I didn't dare to get up, so I was afraid of being beaten, so I just pretended to be dead on the ground. Now I don't get beaten anymore, so I naturally don't have to pretend.
A few minutes later, in the yard, a group of big men were shirtless, and two people were in groups to apply medicinal wine to each other.
Screams echoed one after another.
Looking closely at them, they were more or less injured, green and purple.
There is no way, there is no way to get hurt in the competition. Even with protective gear, some places still cannot be protected. After hitting the enemy, no one can take too much care. They take the fist to the enemy.
Sometimes Ding Xiu couldn't stop, so he was inevitably more heavy.
Holding an apple in his hand, Ding Xiu came to Wu Jing and smiled and said, "Brother Jing, today is really troublesome. I'll treat you tonight and everyone will have a meal together."
After snatching the apple, Wu Jing took a big bite: "I also want to spend more time training for me for the matter."
Ding Xiu smiled and said, "Good brother, you think about me so much. I will definitely do my best to help you. From now on, I will follow today's standard every day. I will hit you in the morning and you will hit me in the afternoon."
The cold wind blew, and everyone looked over.
Still?
Just be beaten up, why are you still beaten every day? Who can withstand this?
Wu Jing's eyes flashed. It seemed that if Ding Xiu was not convinced, he would not be able to stop the situation in the future. He brought about ten brothers to be beaten every day, which was unreasonable.
Since more than ten are not enough, then add people, twenty or thirty, and fifty are really not enough. The most important thing for Shicha Sports School is the big man.
"Brother Xiu, do you think this is OK? I'll bring more people here tomorrow."
Ding Xiu's eyes lit up: "Okay."
It is not easy to find a sparring partner. Ordinary people have weak constitutions and are not enough to beat them, and they are not resistant to beatings. The sports school is different. They practice martial arts every day, know how to fight and have good physical fitness.
But he couldn't move these people, and they were not his subordinates.
It would be better if Wu Jing could help him get someone.
In the afternoon, in the yard, there were about ten people gathering in a circle to watch Ding Xiu and Wu Jing’s actual Sanda battle.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Wu Jing kicked Ding Xiu's head with every fierce high leg, and Ding Xiu blocked all his arms, blocking them while talking.
"If you can't exert force, your toes are a little higher."
"Pay attention to body twisting, grab the ground with five toes, and the strength is transmitted to the calves through the soles of the feet. The calves drive the thighs, the lower body drives the upper body, and kicks out in an instant."
"The instep is insufficiency."
"Attack the enemy for seven points, keep three points on your own. Don't use all your strength, otherwise you will not have time to defend yourself once you defend yourself against your central gap."
"I'll teach you a combo..."
Ding Xiu taught nothing about advanced things, but also very ordinary attack methods, leg techniques, boxing techniques, and simple defense in Sanda.
But he couldn't resist his strong practical experience. Something very ordinary when he fell into his hands immediately became unusual. Without fancy moves, he went to the enemy's gap every time.
For example, his martial arts theory is that small injuries are replaced with big injuries, and large injuries are replaced with life.
After listening to it, all the sports school members were stunned. The afternoon of teaching opened the door to a new world for them.
The next day, early in the morning, someone came to Ding Xiu's house.
Under Wu Jing's leadership, thirty men entered the door, with an average age of 25 years old. They were all full of energy, strong and muscular.
When I go to that stop, I feel very oppressive.
Thanks to the large yard, they would not be able to accommodate them.
"Charter, I heard that eight of you were beaten up yesterday by one of you. I'll come here to see it today."
"I don't know that they are celebrities, and I'm afraid of being hurt, so I didn't dare to take action."
"Fuck, no matter how bad you are, you're afraid of being hurt, you can get shit if you hit ten or one. Ding Xiu is really strong."
"You will know what a martial arts movie is in a while."
"Ding Xiu is the strongest and most capable of fighting Chuanwuli Kung Fu in my life."
"Ten people yesterday, twenty today should be able to get over."
"Quiet, here we come."
Ding Xiu's face was flushed today, very happy, and his blood was already boiling before the fight started.
After saying hello to everyone, they were divided into a team of fifteen people, and everyone was wearing protective gear.
He wasn't that arrogant yet after hitting thirty at once.
Thirty people, the yard was almost full, and no one could stand it if they rushed forward.
Wu Jing was holding the camera and stood excitedly on the stone table to record the video. Such big scenes are rare, and they may only be once in this life.
"superior!"
I don’t know who shouted, and fifteen big men rushed towards Ding Xiu together.
Some of the people in this team just came today. I have heard that Ding Xiu is powerful, but I don’t believe in evil.
Is it possible to fight ten? It’s obviously impossible. Why are you bragging about it?
"Wow!"
The first figure flew out first, lying on the ground and moaned.
After the first one, the second one followed one after another.
There are a lot of people today, so Ding Xiu dared not hold back, otherwise he would definitely lose.
Without killing, he exerted all his strength.
Facing fifteen martial arts practitioners, it is like a tiger entering a flock of sheep to kill all directions, elbows, fists, legs, knees, and every joint in the body is his weapon.
Under his fist, someone screamed every second.
It’s no different than when someone was beaten up yesterday and still got up to fight the second battle, and when someone was beaten down today, there are few people who get up again after lying down.
Another group of fifteen people watching the battle were responsible for treating the wounded. They helped one of them fall and helped them aside. In less than five minutes, Ding Xiu was the only one left standing.
I saw his lips open and he was breathing slightly.
Although Ding Xiu seemed to be fine, he was actually fistful and almost overwhelmed by their human tactics on two occasions.
After taking a few deep breaths, Ding Xiu waved: "The next batch."
Wu Jing's face was solemn, holding the camera with one hand and waved forward with the other: "Go up."
Ding Xiu is a bit different today. He is still the same person, but his momentum is even more powerful.
That's right, it's momentum.
Master Wu Bing mentioned the thing about momentum to him before, but he had seen it, and it was not mysterious.
The big rooster fur is also a kind of momentum. When two men fight, they are both different in aura.
Dante Xiu's aura was different from theirs.
After the first round, I stood there, my eyes scattered, and I didn't dare to get close to me like an angry lion, and felt scared.
"Well!"
"thump!"
"艹!"
"So fierce."
"Ah! My legs, brother, show mercy."
"Brothers, he can't do it right away, come on."
"Damn, I won't play anymore."
"Depend on!"
Three minutes after the war started, the second group of people was beaten to the point of losing their morale. They hid one by one and refused to move forward. Several buddies who were lying down were quickly pulled away.
Seeing this scene, Wu Jing said nothing. He knew that he was scared and there was no need to continue fighting.
It’s not their fault, he was scared himself.
After just finishing a team of fifteen people, how could they beat another fifteen people? And the more they fight, the more they fight, the more they become, the braver they become.
"Sorry, the action is a bit heavy." Ding Xiu walked to an injured person, raised the other person's arm, pulled and pulled, and the dislocated arm recovered.
After looking around, there was no serious injury. You could have a lot of energy after a few days of rest.
"Brother Xiu, you have a nosebleed." Wang Baoqiang took a tissue to Ding Xiu and pointed at his nose.
Ding Xiu wiped it lightly, and it was really a big fight and didn't pay attention.
It seems that he did get a punch in the nose.
Not just his nose, but his mouth and head were hit several times, and it would be red.
The calf and thighs were swept, which was also a little tingling. I don’t know how many new blue bumps were added.
"Brother Xiu, are you accepting disciples? I want to practice with you."
A lame guy ran to Ding Xiu and said.
Hearing this, the air suddenly calmed down, and dozens of heads looked at Ding Xiu in unison.
Compared with Ding Xiu, the teachers in the sports school are so weak that most of the things they teach are the performances of competitions and have no practical ability.
If I could follow Ding Xiu to practice martial arts, what other sports school would I go to?
After practicing for a year and a half, it’s not like playing with four or five ordinary people.
It is not certain to become a martial arts master in the future.
These people have practiced martial arts since childhood. It is false to say that they have no love for martial arts, but who has never dreamed of becoming a master?
Who would miss this opportunity to realize your dream?
Ding Xiu looked at the young man in front of him: "You know how to use the Baji?"
He had some impression that this guy used Bajiquan when he was fighting with him. It was the kind of performance in the sports school. As soon as he stomped his feet, he was swept to his thighs and lay on the ground and screamed.
Then, then
The young man scratched the back of his head and smiled, "I practice the Baji of Wu."
His Bajiquan was taught by the sports school teachers. Not only him, but most of the people who came today have learned Bajiquan, after all, it is a famous boxing.
He has practiced many brothers in this class, so he is quite good at practicing.
But compared with Ding Xiu's Baji, it is very different.
What a guy, that was so raspy, with his fists, elbows and knees combined, and they were covered in dust with three axes. They fell to the ground after being hit by the move. The force was too strong.
Today, the sports school teacher came here, and I am afraid that I can't stand a elbow.
Holding the young man's hand, Ding Xiudao: "Just forget to accept disciples, if you have time, everyone will communicate together."
Wu Jing's mouth twitched. He was sure that the communication Ding Xiu said was probably like this today, and a group of people used him as sandbags.
The so-called time when he is idle and doesn’t film, he may only have two or three chances a year.
"Sorry, I was abrupt." The young man blushed and said, "I will come to my door with the apprenticeship ceremony one day."
I am always covered by real kung fu. Whoever is free to spread it out and speaks about it in public and apprenticeship will definitely not do it, and I will not give up on my face.
I bought a good gift and asked famous teachers from the school to come together to make it look formal.
Ding Xiu smiled and refused again: "I really don't plan to accept disciples."
Baoqiang didn't even teach him when he wanted to learn from him, including Wu Jing these days.
Martial arts are killing skills. Why do you teach them? If you break the law when you fight, you may go in for the rest of your life.
What he taught Wu Jing was just ordinary fighting skills, and did not include the killer moves he had learned.
Just look at the dozens of pairs of eyes on the scene and you will know that you will accept one today and those who come to the door to study will be able to break the threshold.
With kung fu, these people went to fight hard, and in the end they did something wrong, harmed him and ruined his family.
The young man was disappointed and smiled and said, "Disturbating Master Ding more in the future."
He patted his shoulder and Ding Xiudao: "Just call me brother, Master Ding is not used to it."
"Xiu Brother."
"Well, everyone rest first. At noon, I will ask the assistant to order more tables of wine and food to drink together."
Back in the room, Ding Xiu took a shower, changed his clothes, looked at his body with purple and purple, grinning in pain.
But today I was very comfortable, the most comfortable time ever. It was like a tightness in my chest, and I felt comfortable all over.
At noon, the yard was very lively.
Everyone was drinking and chatting, and the atmosphere was very intimate.
"It's not that I'm bragging, Brother Xiu even got two punches from me. At that time, I held his fist and didn't take a step back. Bangbang made two punches."
"And I, my shadowless leg swept across Brother Xiu's side. It was my leg that you had the chance to attack."
"Okay, stop blowing. Without me strangling his neck from behind, you'll have been fucked long ago."
"Farting, it's obviously my neck."
"Senior brother recorded the video, take it to see..."
The video was recorded in Wu Jing's hands and placed it on the table again. Everyone seemed to be watching a movie. Their first reaction was that they were fierce.
The old saying goes, there is Tai Chi in literature to ensure the world, and there is Baji to determine the universe.
It is also said that Tai Chi will not go out for ten years, and Baji will kill people in one year.
No matter which statement, it shows the ferociousness of Bajiquan, but over the years, there have been few real masters, and most of the active ones are liars.
This leads to the common people saying that traditional martial arts cannot be beaten.
If you take out this video, I don’t know how many people will be shocked.