After reminding this sentence, the girl's attack followed, using her hands as palms, focusing on Ding Xiu's vital points, cheeks, chin, and ribs.
His feet were not idle either, he kicked all the key parts, including the lower body, which is a man's weak point.
Ding Xiu put one hand behind his back and used one hand to perform moves. From time to time he took a few steps back and then moved forward. He commented: "I'm good at practicing Baguazhang. I have some talent, but I'm just not good at learning. If I can work hard and practice hard for three to five years,
, should be able to enter the hall."
Ding Xiu gave a very high evaluation to entering the house.
If you want to get started in Kung Fu, it won't be possible for more than ten or eight years. But getting started is just an introduction, and you haven't mastered it yet. The threshold for this industry is within.
He Xiaoyu has already started learning Bagua, and it can be seen that what he has learned is authentic, and his breathing and attack methods are all practical, unlike those who are half-assed outside.
Her talent is pretty good. Let alone girls, even ordinary men will need a lot of time to practice to this point.
If He Xiaoyu is willing to work hard and study hard, it will not be difficult to get into the palace after three to five years.
After entering the hall, you should think about jin. It's hard to say whether you are a master or not. It depends on whether you can develop jin. Many people practice for a lifetime and never develop jin. Some people have it in their 20s and 30s.
This requires talent, opportunity and luck.
I remember that in my previous life, I developed strength because of a life-and-death battle, and I became energetic every time I fought.
In this life, I follow the steps step by step and follow the instructions of the gourd. It is easier than in my previous life.
"I won't fight anymore. It's boring. I can't beat you." He Xiaoyu stopped her hand and panted slightly.
Ding Xiu handed over his hand: "Ask for the concession, remember to settle the account."
The first million came into my account today. It’s so easy to make money. It’s much faster than filming.
He Xiaoyu stroked the scattered black hair on his forehead, his chest rose and fell, and he put his hands on his hips and said: "I know, I'll give it to you. Hey, how did you practice to become so good at such a young age?"
Not only is she an academic master, she is also known as a genius in martial arts training. It takes others a month to learn a set of techniques, but she can master them in seven or eight days.
Moreover, her martial arts competitions have never been about step-by-step techniques. Instead, she has her own understanding and attack methods.
In addition, she paid for free guidance from famous teachers, and she already had good gossip skills in her twenties. She would not look down on two or three big men.
But I didn't expect that Ding Xiu would be so frustrated that he would torture her with one hand.
Before taking action, she watched Ding Xiu compete twice. Although she knew she would lose, she didn't expect to lose so miserably. It would be very shameless to spread the word about it with just one hand.
Ding Xiu said calmly: "Little sister, my brother is not young."
Wu Jing covered his face, turned around and pretended not to recognize Ding Xiu. He spoke in a pornographic manner in such a serious situation, and he knew that Ding Xiu was capable of it.
"Humph, you stinky man." With a cold snort, He Xiaoyu angrily ran to the table next to him, picked up the tea cup, poured himself a cup, and poured it into his mouth.
After finishing the drink, he glanced at Ding Xiu secretly, wanting to see who else would stand up below.
It is impossible to lose a plaque if you lose. There are many martial arts schools that can give out one million. It just depends on whether they have the courage to end the game.
After a few games, Ding Xiu's strength is obvious to all. He is definitely a master among masters. Ordinary disciples should not join in the fun. Seniors, uncles and uncles can still give it a try.
However, relying on seniority and age to take action, it would be embarrassing to win and even more embarrassing to lose.
"I'm here to ask for advice."
Another man came down from the second floor, wearing a white martial arts uniform and a black ribbon tied around his waist, showing his signature karate skills.
Ding Xiu slowly shook his head: "You can't do it."
It's not that he looks down on this martial art. As a modern fighting sport, karate is one of the sports. When you get into the ring, you can't hit in many places and there are many rules.
This is very similar to Sanda, Taekwondo and the like.
The more professional a boxer is, the more matches he has fought, and the more he suffers from his opponents.
Years of muscle memory allow you to subconsciously avoid the opponent's vital parts when making striking movements.
Kung Fu is a killing technique. You don't even have the awareness to hit vital points. No matter how powerful Kung Fu is, it is just exercise, used to strengthen the body.
"I'll offer you one million," the man said, raising his index finger.
"Cauldron, please."
Ding Xiu immediately changed his expression and became extremely enthusiastic.
This is the atmosphere of making friends with force. I was impulsive before. The more money-spreading boys the better. It is best to have a steady stream. He can fight until dark.
"Please!" The man crossed his hands, shouted loudly, bowed politely, clenched his hands into fists, and slid down to Ding Xiu.
After looking carefully for a few times, the man seemed to have found a flaw and raised his foot to sweep towards Ding Xiu's head.
Almost at the same time, Ding Xiu dwarfed his body, twisted his waist, and kicked to the side.
The two legs crossed each other, and the karate man's foot fell into the air and stayed above Ding Xiu's head. Ding Xiu's foot kicked the opponent's chin.
There was no mention of wearing protective measures. As soon as Ding Xiu was kicked out, Ding Xiu could hear the impact of his foot and chin, and the collision of his lower teeth and upper teeth.
"Clang!"
After being kicked in the chin, the karate man leaned back and lay down straight. His mouth was full of blood, and his clean martial arts uniform was all red.
Medical staff came to rescue him and opened his mouth, revealing that both rows of teeth were bare.
For this reason, no one in the lobby on the first floor dared to take action, and many martial arts schools on the second floor were also retreating.
"Any more?"
"I have one hand this time."
"Don't miss it when you pass by. You can't buy it for one million and suffer a loss. You can't buy it for one million and you can't be fooled."
"The karate guy you just carried down, remember to go back and settle the bill."
No matter how much Ding Xiu yelled, no one moved. After missing out on hundreds of millions, he sighed and finally stepped onto the stairs to the second floor.
When he came to the stairs, he saw a lot of familiar people there. There were so many people just now that he didn't pay attention.
On the second floor are Cheng Long, Cheng Xiaodong, Yuan Bing and others.
"Brother Long, I'm troubling you again."
"Fight well and make friends with force. Don't worry."
"Director Cheng, Brother Bing, I'll treat you to a drink tonight."
"Nonsense, you've already made millions, who are you going to kill if you don't kill me?"
"Mr. Wu, thank you for coming all the way."
"Come on, don't embarrass the mainland."
While Ding Xiu was still saying hello at the stairs, someone in the lobby on the first floor had already spread the news to the outside media.
It spreads from one to ten, and then everyone knows it in a short time.
"Ma Qiang, the successor of Cai Lifu, was knocked out when he came on the scene. Who is Ding Xiu?"
"Cai Lifu is about to take off his plaque. Is Ding Xiu confident or arrogant?"
"Hongquan master Xie Shankui lost his second game and voluntarily quit the arena. Can Ding Xiu, who has fought twice in a row, pass?"
"Damn it, the mainland boy is so fierce. Haven't the big guys come out to stop him? If he is beaten through eight families, there is no need to mess around in the future."
"Don't worry, everyone, someone will take care of him, just wait and see the good show."
"Gossip He Xiaoyu comes on stage, Ding Xiu tortures him with one hand, and the other party gives away a million."
"After three consecutive victories, even if he loses later, Ding Xiu is still good enough. Who dares to call him coward?"
"Four consecutive victories, the karate master has been taken to the hospital."
"Damn it, I have such a big mouth, no wonder I dare to accept the tactics of the eight major martial arts schools. There is indeed something."
"Wing Chun is shivering!"
Ding Xiu's fight with the Eight Great Martial Arts Schools can be said to have been full of twists and turns. He didn't know Wing Chun at first, so he fought against other disciples in private, defeating several of them with one person.
Who would have thought that after beating the younger one, the older one, the headmaster, and the owner of the hall spoke out, saying that he bullied the younger ones, had a one-on-one style, and even offered a reward of half a million yuan.
If Ding Xiu doesn't lag behind, I will show up if he comes with one million dollars.
The other side changed hands and raised the bonus to one million.
On the day of the fight, everyone was waiting for Ding Xiu to be defeated. Who knew that when the news came out, they all went crazy. Ding Xiu was beaten four times in a row, and his reputation suddenly changed.
Many netizens are waiting for him to clear the level.
In the Internet age, there is an explosion of information. News from Hong Kong Island quickly spread to the mainland. Ding Xiu's fans couldn't sit still and supported him online one after another.
Compared to Hong Kong Island, the mainland is his territory, with many more fans, and his momentum is huge in an instant.
Whenever Ding Xiu wins a round, there is a craze on the Internet. Some people even start betting on how many rounds he can fight and which of the eight major martial arts schools will win.
After all, Wang Baoqiang, Huang Bo and others are celebrities, so if they don't support them openly, they just use trumpet accounts to cheer for them online.
"Brother Xiu Niubi, do what he did."
"Let them see what Bajiquan is."
"Brother Xiu, I will always support you, come on!"
"I'll buy you a drink when I come back. If you win a round, you'll drink for a week."
"Niubi, you win again, as expected of you."
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"Quan Zhen, Zhang Xiong."
"I'm willing to pay one million for a fight, Master Ding. I want to compete with weapons in this game."
Ding Xiu went up to the second floor, and people from the lobby on the first floor followed him up. As soon as he came in, he saw a good show. Zhang Xiong, the head of Quanzhen, wanted to beat Ding Xiu with weapons.
When they hear Quanzhen, many people think it is Quanzhen from martial arts novels, but that is not the case.
Quanzhen has a history of more than 800 years and has many branches. Each sect has different learning methods. Some chant sutras and meditate, while others choose a special skill and establish a separate sect.
The Zhang Xiong in front of me is the latter.
He is an expert at playing with the Longmen dog-beating stick. With the stick in his hand, he once beat a group of people into running away with their heads in their arms.
This time I had a weapons competition with Ding Xiu, so I felt quite confident.
He watched the previous rounds, and after analyzing them, the consensus was that Ding Xiu was a master of Bajiquan, Chen Qing, with rich fighting skills and experience, and proficient in kicking skills.
However, it is impossible for people to know everything.
Everyone agreed that weapons should be Ding Xiu's weak point. This time they won't compete with fists and kicks, but with weapons. Let's see how Ding Xiu can win.
"Okay, what kind of weapons are you comparing?" Ding Xiu asked.
The second floor is much more spacious than the first floor. All the tables, chairs and benches have been moved away, leaving a large space. There are weapon racks next to it, and there are quite a few weapons.
"Let's compete with sticks." Zhang Xiong picked up his usual dog-beating stick and said.
The dog-beating stick is 1.23 meters long, about the thickness of a baby's arm, and has uneven tree bumps on it. It is said to be a stick, but more like a mace.
In ancient battlefields, maces were specially used to break armor. Once you hit the mace, your bones will be broken.
Although Zhang Xiong's dog-beating stick is not as powerful as a mace, you can tell from the patina and heavy weight on it that it will be equally uncomfortable when hit on the body, and it will definitely damage the muscles and bones.
This wave is much more dangerous than the previous ones.
If it hits the head accidentally, it might kill someone.
However, at Ding Xiu and Zhang Xiong's level, if they want to control their weapons so as not to hurt people's lives, they can still do it.
"You are smart." Ding Xiu smiled, went to the weapon rack, and chose the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.
Everyone couldn't stand it, their mouths twitched wildly, and they couldn't help but say: "Master Ding, Master Zhang uses a wooden stick, isn't it appropriate for you to use a machete?"
Who dares to use such a Qinglong Yanyue Sword?
The firepower is not equal at all.
Let alone the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, it was just a machete that fell into the hands of ordinary young people. Maybe young people have the confidence to fight Tyson.
"Just kidding, it's not serious." Ding Xiu put down the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and picked up an eyebrow-leveling stick: "Is this the head office?"
"Can."
There was only a dog-beating stick at the scene, and Ding Xiu was not allowed to use a knife, and he certainly wasn't allowed to use a sword or a spear, but it really didn't make sense that he wouldn't be allowed to use anything.
The Eyebrow-Qing Stick is one of the few weapons you can choose from.
If this is not allowed, Ding Xiu will have no choice but to fight with his bare hands. If word spreads, the reputation of the eight major martial arts schools will be lost, and he cannot afford to embarrass anyone.
"Master Zhang, can you?" Ding Xiu asked Zhang Xiong with his eyebrows raised and his stick on the ground.
Zhang Xiong said seriously: "Okay."
After saying that, he took the dog beating stick with both hands, slowly raised it in front of him, and held it with his left arm.
The stick was an old thing, very heavy, no different from iron, and it was tiring for him to swing and hit others the whole time.
Kicking the bottom of the stick with one foot, Ding Xiu also held the stick with both hands: "Then I won't be polite, someone will call start."
Wu Bing stood up and said in a deep voice: "Three, two, one, start!"
"Crack!"
After he finished speaking, Ding Xiu's stick fell towards Zhang Xiong's head, and Zhang Xiong raised the dog-beating stick.
The two sticks collided, Ding Xiu's stick was bounced off, and the top was cracked.
"Fuck you, this is no ordinary stick." Ding Xiu said while looking at the cracked eyebrow stick.
Zhang Xiong's stick is as hard as an iron rod, and you can feel it as soon as you touch it, otherwise it would not have broken.
"Master Ding, if you can't afford to lose, just say so and don't make excuses."
"Lao Zhang practices dog-beating sticks. Everyone knows this. You don't want to cheat on him, do you?"
"His dog-beating stick is hard, and your eyebrow-level stick is long. In the end, no one suffers."
As the person involved, Zhang Xiong had a dark face and said nothing. Fortunately, his face was already dark, otherwise he would have been so embarrassed.
Only he knew that this martial arts competition was unfair, and he did get an advantage in weapons.
This was just Ding Xiu's first blow. If he hit him with two sticks next time, if Ding Xiu dared to use the eyebrow-leveling stick to block it, the eyebrow-leveling stick would break after a few hits.
When the time comes, what will Ding Xiu use to fight with his bare hands?
"Okay, okay, let's do it." Ding Xiu stepped on the front end of the eyebrow-level stick, turned it into a short stick of 1.5 meters, and then held the tail with both hands.
This is the gesture of holding a knife.
Others couldn't understand it, but Wu Jing and Wu Bing could see it. They had seen Ding Xiu's weapon prowess.
Most people may think that Ding Xiu's boxing skills are powerful, but they don't know that his sword skills are his best.
The sword is deadly, murderous, fast and cruel, open and closed.
"Crack!"
This time, it was another stick, no, or rather a knife.
From bottom to top, go against the cassock and cut Zhang Xiong's dog-beating stick straight.
Suddenly, the stick in Zhang Xiong's hand almost fell out of his hand.