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Chapter 112 Sanda Boxing King VS Chuanwu
After getting off the plane, Ding Xiu, wearing sunglasses, a peaked cap, and a black windbreaker, walked in front, followed by Jia Ling who was dragging a suitcase.

On both sides of the front are fans lined up holding banners, fifty or sixty people.

As soon as they saw Ding Xiu, they shouted slogans in unison, and some even came forward to give flowers.

"I'll be good, brother Xiu is too hot."

Jia Ling stared at this scene dumbfounded, her heart was shaken, and she secretly made up her mind that she would become popular like this in the future.

It's not just him, Ruo's pedestrians also have similar expressions. After all, in real life, there are not many celebrities who can have so many fans pick them up.

After simply signing a few names and taking a few photos with fans, Ding Xiu left with his hands in his pockets.

Half an hour later, when we arrived at the opening hotel, there were a large number of reporters and onlookers blocking the road.

"Is it so strong? Old Qin has spent a lot of money."

"Master, just stop here."

Nine out of ten people who picked up the plane at the airport were arranged by Qin Gang. As far as the slogans are written all over the place, no one would believe that they hadn't rehearsed in advance.

Now that the reporters ahead are blocking the way, you don't need to think about it, it's Qin Gang's arrangement again.

All the money has been spent. It would be a waste if we just drove all the way there without getting out of the car to take pictures.

Putting on the sunglasses, Ding Xiu got out of the car, waved to the reporter, walked over with a smile.

After walking a few steps, something was wrong.

No one seems to be taking pictures of him.

The photo was taken of a store on the boulevard. Ding Xiu turned his head and looked at it. It said Martial Arts Culture Exchange Center.

He patted a reporter who was watching and said, "Brother, what are you doing?"

"Go, go, go, fuck, aren't you that one."

"It's me, what are you doing?"

"Take a martial arts competition, Sanda boxing champion versus traditional martial arts."

Hearing the words Sanda boxing champion, Ding Xiu became interested and squeezed inside like a loach, Jia Ling outside jumped anxiously.

But she dragged a suitcase and couldn't squeeze in.

Soon, Ding Xiu came to the front row, touched a reporter ID and hung it around his neck, and squeezed into the venue all the way.

The boxy arena was empty.

The game hasn't started yet.

It was very lively on the side, one party was wearing a Tang suit, and the cloth shoes were whispering to each other, and the other party was tall, blond, shirtless, wearing shorts, warming up with left uppercuts and right uppercuts.

On the Tang suit side, there are more old men and less young people. Ding Xiu also saw Yu Hai who had not been long away.

"Xiao Tang, go up later and pay attention to attacking his lower body, hold on tight, don't panic."

Yu Hai is giving advice to the guy who is about to play.

The other old men also said in unison: "Foreigners are not flexible enough. If you delay for a while, you will lose."

"Who said that people's flexibility is not enough, do you know how heavy a punch from a Sanda boxing champion is?"

"Be careful to dodge, don't get hit on the head."

"We can't afford to lose. Once we lose, our reputation will be ruined."

"That's right, if people kicked six gyms in a row, if Master Yu's house is also kicked, our Shandong martial arts world will be ashamed and humiliated."

"The reporters at the door were all called by this foreigner. It's really insidious."

The incident happened half a month ago. A foreigner who claimed to be a Sanda practitioner started to challenge young people in their [-]s to [-]s in various boxing gyms.

Every competition brings a bunch of reporters.

After a few days, all major boxing gyms were defeated one after another.

The local newspapers became popular, saying that Chuanwu could not be fought, and was easily defeated by Western martial arts.

After being beaten so badly, the young people who passed on the martial arts were silent, a little self-doubting whether the martial arts they had practiced for so many years were really bad.

However, when someone found out that the foreigner was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and his real identity was a Sanda boxing champion, everyone began to scold their mothers.

A Sanda boxing champion fights more people in a year than those who practice martial arts in their entire lives.

Who can become a boxing champion, who is not tall and powerful, has rich fighting experience, and has been professionally trained for many years.

Not to mention those young people in the boxing gym who only know how to do horse stances and have only practiced for a few years, even the masters may not be able to stand up to them.

People's fighting style is to beat people, fight every day, and a system of fighting has been formed over time.

Traditional martial arts haven't hit people for many years, and the killer moves have been lost. There are only practice methods but no fighting methods. In addition, there are few fights and no experience.

Compared with the two, Chuanwu is inferior.

"Don't worry, master, I have also practiced boxing, and I may not lose."

The man called Xiao Tang showed his white teeth and said with a smile.

He was born in boxing. He has fought in the arena for five years, and he only practiced martial arts later on. His original intention was to learn from the best of all schools of thought.

Because of this, Yu Hai sent him out.

"Well, be careful, safety is the priority." Patting his shoulder, Yu Hai said.

Foreigners are very thieves, and the challenge is the younger generation, saying that it is for the sake of fairness not to beat the elderly.

If it weren't for this, the other boxing gyms would not have lost one family after another.

Passing on martial arts is hard work, and it takes year-to-year practice. The apprentices in the boxing gym basically learn the basics. Some have practiced for three to five years, and some have practiced for a year and a half.

At this level, it's no wonder they don't lose.

Thinking of this, Yu Hai had no choice but to sigh from the bottom of his heart.

It's not that they don't want to teach real kung fu, they teach everything outside, and sooner or later something will happen.

Warriors pay attention to character. There are thirty or forty people in his martial arts exchange center. If they can really persevere, there are only three or five people who are talented.

He still needs to test the character of these three or five people over time, and then slowly teach them some exercises to strengthen their muscles and bones.

Finally, when the time was almost up, I chose one person as the successor of Tanglang Quan to teach the way of fighting.

This process, ten or eight years is considered fast.

After a while, the two who were about to start the fight came to the stage.

In the audience, the reporters booed, cheered, and their blood boiled. Some shouted the name of the foreigner, and some shouted the name of Xiao Tang.

Suddenly, a quiet figure caught Yu Hai's attention.

Unlike others, this handsome young man, who even wore sunglasses and a peaked cap, didn't say a word, just watched quietly with his arms folded on his chest.

The more he looked, the more familiar Yu Hai felt.

After staring at him for a few seconds, the young people in the crowd seemed to sense something and looked towards him.

"What a keen perception." Yu Hai marveled.

The next second, the young man nodded towards him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Isn't this, Ding Xiu?" Yu Hai finally knew why his eyes were familiar.

Ding Xiu's face turned into ashes and he will never forget it.

The powerful Baji Fist is the number one among the martial arts masters he has encountered in his life.

Feeling overjoyed, Yu Hai walked towards Ding Xiu.

A group of people in the martial arts world were confused and couldn't figure out why Yu Hai didn't care about the competition at this critical moment and ran 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 came here when I saw the excitement here."

Glancing at the press card hanging around Ding Xiu's neck, Yu Hai's mouth twitched.

In order to reduce the influence, they only let some reporters in, and ordinary people who were watching were not allowed in.

If he remembers correctly, Ding Xiu seems to be an actor, and now he has a press card around his neck, so he knows how he got here without even thinking about it.

"Don't wear this thing, give it back to others." Yu Hai took off his press card and handed it to a student, and then said, "Who do you think will win?"

"It's hard to say, I haven't played yet."

"Then if you go up and let go of the fight, can you win?"

"Hehe, within three seconds I have to kneel down and beg him not to die."

Let go of the fight, three seconds is fast, he can make the foreigner lie down with one move, there is no reason, just so confident.

(End of this chapter)