This face is actually more handsome than him, and it looks like he is not an ordinary person. There is also a watch on his wrist. Although I don't recognize him, I feel that he is not an ordinary person.
I don’t know which family’s young master heard about the master’s skills and wanted to come here to learn martial arts.
"Who are you?" Wu Bing asked.
Putting down the fruit basket, Ding Xiu took off his sunglasses and put them in his pocket, clasping his hands and cupping his fists: "I heard that you are very good at martial arts. After you finished your studies, you entered Ding Xiu and came to ask for advice."
It turned out to be a gesture. Before Wu Bing could speak, Wu Jing said: "My master has no time to compete with you.
Wu Bing put a hand on Wu Jing's shoulder, walked in front of him, and said, "Who did you learn from, and what skills did you learn?"
Of course he wouldn't respond to a random person coming to him for a sparring match, because he really couldn't beat him, but if he had a name, a surname, a teacher, and a sect, that would be another matter.
In the old days, this was called kicking the club, and you had to comply. If you didn't, you would take off the sign.
The reason why Wu Bing asked this question was because he saw that Ding Xiu had an extraordinary temperament and did not look like someone who let someone go.
"I inherited the Qi family sword from my master."
Qi Jia Dao? Wu Bing thought that there was such a sect even though he thought about it. He was immediately disappointed and thought it was made up.
Ding Xiu continued: "It's a small sect, not very famous. I heard that you are very powerful in martial arts, so I came here to ask for advice."
"Haha, there's no need to ask for advice. I'm old and can't beat young people like you."
"No, I think you have a strong body. At worst, I'll give you three moves."
Fuck, so pretentious?
Wu Jingming knew that Ding Xiu was using provocation, but he couldn't help but said, "How about I play with you?"
"That's fine. I'll hit the younger one and the older one will come out naturally."
"Crazy enough."
"I'm already very low-key."
Wu Bing really wanted to remind Wu Jing not to be impulsive. The Wu Jing of today is no longer the Wu Jing of the past. He is a star and has a high reputation. He won with no force but lost face and lost face. He cannot please both sides.
But Wu Jing has already gone up. He is not impulsive. Normally, he would never meet Ding Xiu. There are not only 100,000 but also 80,000 people studying martial arts. Everyone has to challenge him.
But today I can't avoid it. He is challenging his master. He is afraid of young people. If the old man receives one or two punches, it will be a loss to the martial arts team.
Furthermore, the reason why a master teaches a disciple is that in the old days it was used to deal with kicking the gym.
When you are too old to fight, and you lose face if you lose, you send your disciples to fight.
If you can't even beat the apprentice, then don't even think about beating the master.
Wu Jing was practicing martial arts at the Shicha Sports School when he was six years old. Wu Bing was like a teacher and a father to him. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was half a father. How could he pretend that he had not seen such a thing.
Regardless of whether Qi Jiadao is real or not, at least his name has been announced. If Master Wu hides, he might go out and talk nonsense.
"Do you want me to put a hand on you?" Ding Xiu looked relaxed and actually put a hand behind his back.
"It's up to you. If I lose, don't say I can't win." Wu Jing showed up in a free-spirited fight, walking in small steps while keeping his eyes on Ding Xiu.
He has practiced traditional martial arts and also learned Sanda, and has some fighting experience. He is not a novice who only knows how to use fists and kicks.
Ding Xiu took a step back with his left leg, made a half-horse move, hooked his hands and said, "Bring the horse over here."
After Wu Jing slid closer to Ding Xiu within two meters, he suddenly jumped close and hit Ding Xiu's chin with a flying knee, accompanied by a hissing sound in his mouth.
This is a series of moves. If the flying knee succeeds, Ding Xiu will definitely be KO. If the flying knee is blocked, he will elbow him in the face.
There was no panic at all. Ding Xiu seemed to have understood his movements long ago. He clenched his fist, bent his arm, and dropped his elbow from a high place to collide with Wu Jing's knee.
In an instant, Wu Jing's legs were numb and his face was a little distorted. Before he could think too much, he made an arc with his elbow and swept it towards Ding Xiu's cheek.
He was faster, but Ding Xiu was even faster. After knocking down the flying knee, his fist opened and turned into a palm. He lifted it up and hit Wu Jing's chin directly with the heel of his palm.
"thump!"
Wu Jing was like a kite with its string cut off. He held his head high and stepped back four or five steps until he was leaning on Wu Bing. His eyes were lost in focus. It took a few seconds for him to slowly recover.
This palm almost knocked him unconscious.
Anyone who has practiced boxing knows that the chin is connected to the trigeminal nerve, and the trigeminal nerve is connected to the cerebellum, which controls the body's balance.
When his jaw is attacked, he will usually faint and be unable to stand, which means Ding Xiu's strength was not strong, otherwise he would have been lying on the ground by now.
He started practicing martial arts at the age of six and won three championships in sword, gun and boxing. This was the first time in his life that he lost so miserably.
It's not like I haven't fought against my brothers before, and I've never seen them so powerful.
The key is that he was tortured with one hand.
"Good work." Wu Bing looked serious: "This is the first time I have seen such a powerful young man like you."
The strength of the palm just now was controlled very well, otherwise Wu Jing would not have woken up so quickly. He hit Wu Jing with one hand, using only one move before and after, and he could still release water. This shows that Ding Xiu's strength is not a little bit higher than Wu Jing.
He felt that he would not dare to fight with a young man like Wu Jing with one hand, let alone let go.
There is no other way, boxing is afraid of young people. Young people are young people after all. I will try my best to give you a hit. This old bone can't stand it.
Ding Xiudan said calmly: "How about I let you have a hand?"
"That's not necessary, just wait for me."
Warriors are aggressive. Wu Bing had not encountered such a master in many years. He was so happy to see Lie Xin that he turned around and went upstairs, leaving only Ding Xiu and Wu Jing standing there.
Seeing Ding Xiu approaching him step by step, Wu Jing took a few steps back: "The fight is over, what else do you want to do?"
"I just want to leave a phone number." Ding Xiu took out his mobile phone: "I am also an actor. I have played the second male lead in Zhang Jizhong's The Swordsman. You can call me if you encounter a suitable role in the future, but the minimum requirement is A bit player, I won’t act under a bit player.”
What an amazing actor, Wu Jing’s mouth twitches, there are more and more masters in the film and television industry.
There is the Red Stick, there is the Sanda King, there is the martial arts champion, there is the fighting champion, there is the Sword Master, and there is the Mantis Grandmaster. I didn't expect that a pervert like Ding Xiu is also in the film and television industry.
After a while, Wu Bing went downstairs, changed into a white sportswear, and held two eyebrow-level sticks in his hands.
Seeing this stick, Wu Jing knew that the master was serious.
The fist is afraid of young men, and the stick is afraid of old men.
It means that young people are strong and can win with physical strength and strength when fighting against middle-aged and old people.
The stick is very important for experience. The force of the stick is in the wrist. The wrist joint is the last joint in the human body to degenerate. The legs and feet of an old man in his sixties cannot compare with that of a young man, but the flexibility of the wrist is the same.
The stick method pays attention to the combination of hardness and softness, using tricks, measuring the distance between the two sides, calculating the delay of time, controlling the point of force, inside and outside the point of return, which requires a lot of experience.
All of the above have nothing to do with age, they just depend on the length of time you have practiced stick technique.
Wu Bing practiced sticks for more than 40 years and was nicknamed the King of Sticks.