He knew that Zhang Jing was very good at fighting, knew many kinds of martial arts, and was a national martial arts athlete.
In the future, he will become a famous thug in a suit.
In the past, Jiang Yan would not have competed with this person.
But it's different now.
We are now considered half martial arts people.
When I see a master, my hands are naturally itchy.
So the invitation was sent out.
When Zhang Jing heard this, he was also very happy.
However, he still said reservedly: "Isn't this bad? I mean, is it okay?"
Jiang Yan smiled casually and said, "We are all children of the world, why bother to get a knife!"
"Okay!" Zhang Jing finally felt relieved and hurried to get the prop knife.
Being able to learn a new routine for free is the happiest thing for every martial arts lover.
Soon, Zhang Jing came back with an identical ring-shou knife.
When Jiang Yan saw this, he immediately held the handle of the knife upside down and apologized: "Let's spar first and feel it out."
"...No problem." Zhang Jing said with a wink.
"Well, the sword has no eyes, it stops when it hits." Jiang Yan said again.
"Okay!" Zhang Jing nodded, this is reasonable.
"It's a matter of victory or defeat, and it's also a matter of life and death!" Jiang Yan said again.
"Okay...wait a moment!" Zhang Jing's eyes widened.
Why is it suddenly a matter of life and death?
However, before he could ask his question, Jiang Yan on the other side took a big step and came close.
Although Zhang Jing is not good at swordsmanship, he is a martial arts athlete after all. He has dabbled in eighteen kinds of martial arts, and his reflexes are also good.
So he immediately raised the knife to the crossbar.
But how can ordinary blocking block Jiang Yan?
He has experienced ten years of ups and downs, swords and swords.
Dealing with such a half-hearted swordsman is simply easy and enjoyable.
So I saw him suddenly change his moves, and then slashed with his sword a few times.
The next second, the whole person put away his knife and stood up again: "You lose!"
The breeze blows wildly, causing hair to fly.
He has quite the demeanor of a peerless swordsman.
Zhang Jing was completely stunned at this moment.
The moment just now was extremely short.
But he clearly felt that his abdomen was gently rubbed three times.
And he couldn't stop it at all.
If it were replaced by a real sword and the opponent didn't let go...
Zhang Jing couldn't help but swallow his throat.
too strong!
How could there be someone with such strong practical ability?
And that’s not a dagger, but a broadsword!
At this moment, he had already determined that even if his strongest senior brother came over, he would probably be hacked to death in just a few hits.
"Brother, how do you practice?" Zhang Jing asked curiously after he calmed down.
"Nothing else, just familiarity!" Jiang Yan smiled lightly.
Familiar?
Can you develop such a strong practical response with your hands?
Damn~
"Have you really killed someone? Where are you from? Is the environment so bad?" Zhang Jing suddenly became curious.
Every boy has a martial arts dream.
Zhang Jing looked at Jiang Yan now and clearly saw a world of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with flashes of swords and shadows.
This person must have had similar experiences to develop this skill.
Otherwise, why wouldn't I be able to block his sword?
You know, those who can make a name for themselves in a martial arts team are not obedient men who have been fighting since childhood.
"Hey, it's just so-so. I haven't developed my internal strength. I can't kill my brothers and sisters. I'm so ashamed!" Jiang Yan said with a suppressed smile.
"Inner power?!"
Zhang Jing's eyes widened again, and he looked at Jiang Yan in disbelief and said, "Don't lie to me, there is no such thing as internal strength in this world."
"You have qigong, how can you not have internal strength?" Jiang Yan asked rhetorically.
A few years ago, qigong was still a trend, and many people didn't know why, and were being deceived without even realizing it.
However, it is obviously very difficult to deceive someone like Zhang Jing.
"Stop joking, brother!" Zhang Jing said speechlessly, "Qigong is all a lie, only fools believe it."
"You're right." Jiang Yan nodded, and then sighed, "But internal strength, hey, don't mention it."
After saying that, he put on an expression that said he didn't want to mention the past anymore, abruptly changed the subject and said: "Okay, now that I'm done with the basics, it's time to teach you the sword skills."
But Jiang Yan continued to explain, but he sighed and avoided the topic abruptly, which immediately made Zhang Jing suspicious.
Reconnecting with the amazing sword skills before, Zhang Jing couldn't help but open his mouth, and finally gritted his teeth and asked: "Does it really have internal strength?"
"Pfft hahaha!" This time Jiang Yan really couldn't hold it in any longer.
This stupid boy actually believed it.
This time he could no longer act.
And Zhang Jing suddenly understood at this moment, and immediately laughed and cursed: "Wow, you are actually playing tricks on me!"
"Sorry, sorry, let's learn sword skills." Jiang Yan said with a smile.
So next, Jiang Yan demonstrated the Twelve Moves of the Golden Sword to Zhang Jing several times, and then left to remove his makeup.
As for whether Zhang Jing learned or not, he didn't care.
Not to show off.
But he always felt that the other party in this kind of scene should be a woman.
Two grown men dancing back and forth in this secret space, it's not decent...
As for Zhang Jing, a martial arts idiot, he didn't realize it until Jiang Yan left.
I don't seem to know the other person's name yet.
...
Dinner was served at noon, and Zhang Jing and the Yuan family members ate together.
Zhang Jing was eating his meal, and from time to time he would do a few swishing moves with his hands.
In the past, when practicing martial arts routines, the focus was on the grace and standard of movements.
The Twelve Styles of the Golden Sword give him the greatest sense of stability and ruthlessness, which is a sword technique that is different from performance routines.
Zhang Jing was easily fascinated by this kind of practical swordsmanship.
At this moment, he couldn't wait to go to Bolan Street and cut a few circles.
And such behavior naturally attracts the attention of others.
Among them was Yuan Heping.
Zhang Jing was recruited into Yuan's class by Yuan Heping, and he was very optimistic about this martial arts champion.
Seeing him like this, he asked about the situation.
After knowing that there was such a powerful guy in the crew, Yuan Heping naturally became interested.
"You don't know his name?" Yuan Heping said speechlessly.
"Um... I don't know. I just know that he has a long scar on his face, but it seems to be caused by makeup." Zhang Jing said.
"Scar?" Yuan Heping immediately thought of who it was, and he had even arranged a scene for this person in the morning.
So I immediately found someone to ask.
As a result, when Jiang Yan appeared in front of Yuan Heping two hours later, Yuan Heping was dumbfounded.
I didn’t expect that Jiang Yan would actually have a role and act as an extra. I really don’t know if he is a drama addict or just loves to have fun.
But he didn't say much, and only talked about sword skills.
This also made Jiang Yan breathe a sigh of relief.
Not only did he possess the Twelve Styles of the Golden Sword, but he also had the skills of an officer and soldier as well as Niu Hei's ten years of experience in holding swords.
This is equivalent to being inseparable from birth to the age of ten.
Then he wandered around the world for more than ten years and worked in the military camp for three to five years.
When these three skills are superimposed, he is considered the number one figure even in the world of martial arts.
In the real world, he could be considered a top swordsman.
So Yuan Heping immediately extended an olive branch: "Do you want to develop Hong Kong? I can help you connect the dots."
Are you going to develop in Xiangjiang?
If this temptation were placed on someone else, they would probably agree excitedly on the spot.
After all, in 1998, entertainment in Hong Kong was still out of reach in mainland China.
But Jiang Yan traveled through time, and even if he didn't have a golden finger, he wouldn't agree to go to Xiangjiang.
What's more, now he is very close to transcendence.
Let alone the entertainment industry, he wouldn't even want the President of the United States.
His focus is always on the golden finger.
Extraordinary, more fragrant than anything else!
However, considering that he would have to do experiments with this crew in the future, Jiang Yan did not refuse the offer.
"I'll think about it. At least, I have to finish the play first."