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Chapter 200 Practical Sanda
After a party, everyone who knows how to drink and can't drink is drunk.

Huang Bo and Wu Jing drank a few more glasses because they were happy, Bao Qiang was purely depressed, and kept drinking in a bad mood.

It's been a long time since I've had a drink with someone I know well, and Ding Xiu is also seven or eight points drunk.

Gao Yuanyuan called the driver, took them home one by one, and then worked tirelessly to help Ding Xiu lie down.

If it weren't for Jia Ling and Zhao Liying to help clean up, she wouldn't be able to do it alone.

In the afternoon, in the yard.

Ding Xiu was wearing a tracksuit, opposite Wu Jing in a hooded sweater.

Yesterday I said I wanted to ask Ding Xiu for advice on how to play, and today Wu Jing came over.

At the stone table not far away, Wang Baoqiang was eating the oranges brought by Wu Jing while watching the ensuing battle intently.

Beijing Film Studio couldn't go back, and he was "bored" and came to visit because he was idle and had nothing to do.

Well, in fact, he came here to steal the teacher.

When he was still playing tricks back then, he was envious of Ding Xiu's kung fu, but Ding Xiu didn't teach him, so he finally saw a practical teaching and didn't want to miss it.

Under the jujube tree, Gao Yuanyuan ignored them and just picked vegetables and chatted with Zhao Liying, but her sneaky glances revealed her true thoughts from time to time.

With his hands in his pockets, Ding Xiu said relaxedly, "Hit how you want."

Wu Jing quickly explained: "Brother Xiu, it's not fighting, it's practicing, practicing."

He knew Ding Xiu's strength, otherwise he wouldn't have come here. If the two fought each other, he would not be able to beat one Ding Xiu out of ten.

"The meaning is similar, how do you want to practice?"

"Uh, do you think this is okay? Let's make a few moves first, find out the bottom line, and then we'll talk after we're done."

Ding Xiu looked up at the sky, stretched his neck, and took out his hand: "Let's start."

Wu Jing clasped his hands habitually, and said solemnly: "Sanshou is also called Sanshou. There are footwork, punching, kicking, wrestling, defense, etc. It is the most practical style of play in the world today. The army and the police force all use it to fight. I'm practicing."

"According to the different methods of Sanda, it is divided into competitive Sanda, actual combat Sanda, and practice Sanda. I am looking for you this time, just to practice actual combat Sanda."

There are also several types of Sanda. The army uses actual combat Sanda, the folks practice Sanda, and competitive Sanda.

As you can tell from the name, Sanda in actual combat has strong attack power. After all, skills that can be circulated in the army are not impractical. The attack methods are all aimed at the vital points of the human body, and strive to solve the enemy as soon as possible and disintegrate the enemy's combat effectiveness.

They can even kill people when necessary.

Competitive Sanda is next to actual combat Sanda, which is also very aggressive, but it is mainly active in the ring, and some vital parts cannot be attacked, such as the neck, lower body, cervical spine and so on.

The purpose of martial arts is to kill people, the vital parts cannot be attacked, and the kung fu is almost useless. In the eyes of professionals, competitive Sanda is just like that.

Even competitive Sanda is like this, let alone practice Sanda, let alone mention it.

After finishing speaking, Wu Jing looked at Ding Xiu with fiery eyes and fighting spirit.

For competitive Sanda and practice Sanda, he can go to Shicha Sports School to practice with his brothers. Master Wu Bing is the head coach, so he still has some face.

Only actual combat Sanda is not easy to do.

If you are not careful, you will hurt someone.

There are not many people in the sports school who can actually fight against him. After all, those young people have never fought in actual combat a few times, so how can they have actual combat experience.

Ding Xiu is different, he has experienced his own strength, he can definitely fight, and his master has also certified him, looking at the country, there are not many who can beat him.

After finally receiving a male lead, Wu Jing wanted to do her best to give the audience a satisfactory answer.

In the movie, he plays a Sanda champion, because of lack of money, he fights black boxing and defeats one opponent after another.

As for the black boxing, the moves must be biased towards actual combat, so before starting the machine, he must be familiar with the black boxing fighting method.

Ding Xiu stretched out one hand, with the palm facing up, and four fingers bent: "Why are you moaning, come on."

"Brother Xiu, show mercy." Putting away her smile, Wu Jing assumed a Sanda stance.

Ding Xiu didn't move, just stood quietly.

Wu kicked up in shock, and quickly swept towards Ding Xiu's calf with his side leg tentatively.

Cursing his lips, Ding Xiu took a step back and managed to dodge with a slight distance.

He doesn't know Sanda, but his actual combat experience is many times stronger than Wu Jing's. Seeing his left leg bent, the thigh drives the calf to fold, which is obviously a leg sweeping movement.

After analyzing Wu Jing's next move in the blink of an eye, he retreated naturally.

Wu Jing didn't feel lost when his kick missed, on the contrary, it would be abnormal if he hit the kick.

Standing on the left side, the upper body is slightly tilted to the right, and the center of gravity is shifted back. Wu Jing continues to sweep the side leg, this time it is the high side leg, aiming at Ding Xiu's head.

Side kick is a classic Sanda move, which is divided into high side kick, middle side kick, low side kick, high side kick head, middle side kick waist, abdomen kick, low side leg thigh kick, calf kick.

Because there are many targets that can be hit and the flexibility is strong, the side legs have become a panacea, and they can often defeat the enemy with one move by surprise.

"boom!"

Not surprisingly, Wu Jing's kick with all his strength was blocked by Ding Xiu's arm.

Ding Xiu became a little more serious: "Not bad, is there any more?"

Wu Jing laughed and said, "Yes, try kicking me."

Ding Xiu raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure?"

When he stepped down, Wu Jing was afraid that he would have to slap black punches in his next life.

"Ahem, take it lightly, and slow down, not too fast. By the way, just kick my waist."

It's not that his brain is flooded, how could Wu Jing dare to let Ding Xiu let go of his hands and feet to kick him, reduce the strength and speed, and know the place of the hit in advance, so he dared to take it.

"it is good!"

Standing on his left foot, Ding Xiu twisted his body, bent his right leg and stretched his hip, his calf and calf folded naturally, and the instep stretched straight, and immediately went from bending to stretching.

"Snapped!"

With a sound of breaking through the air, Ding Xiu kicked Wu Jing, and the next second, Wu Jing hugged his calf with his left hand. He reached forward with his right hand and grabbed Ding Xiu's right shoulder, and hooked out his left foot like a sickle.

Sanda has strong practicality, and pays attention to far kicking, close hitting and close throwing.

As long as Ding Xiu is brought down, the next step is to start locking people.

But to be honest, Ding Xiu had a lot of strength, and I don't know if he really reduced his strength and speed. After this leg, Wu Jing's left hand was numb and trembling, and he almost lost his grip.

"So that's how it is." Before Wu Jing could come out with his scythe, Ding Xiu clenched his arms and punched him in the ribs.

"what!"

"hiss!"

Clutching his ribs, Wu Jing bent over and took a deep breath, not to mention locking people, he was about to burst into tears.

One punch came down and almost knocked him out of breath.

The fight between the two seemed to last for a long time, but in fact it was just a flash, less than two seconds before and after.

Unexpectedly, Ding Xiu's reaction would be so fast, he just punched him with his backhand when he was caught.

This punch was still very weird, it went straight to his defenseless ribs, and he couldn't block it.

"Yeah, Brother Xiu is awesome!" Under the jujube tree, Zhao Liying waved her fist: "I want to learn martial arts for self-defense if I have the chance."

Gao Yuanyuan smiled and said: "Learning martial arts is very tiring, one family is enough."

Ding Xiu had taught her for a while, and it was indeed not a human life.

Before dawn, I got up to exercise, striding horses, punching, and practicing a set of boxing techniques over and over again. Every posture should not be wrong, and my calves were trembling all morning.

Later, after she learned yoga, she stopped practicing martial arts. At first, Ding Xiu complained about her lack of perseverance, but after demonstrating yoga, Ding Xiu's complaints turned into support.

Now he can't extricate himself every day.

Zhao Liying pursed her lips and said, "No one in my family practices martial arts, so you can't rely on me."

"Then you can find a boyfriend to protect you in the future."

"How can a man be reliable on his own, ah, I'm not talking about brother Xiu, except him."

Gao Yuanyuan looked quietly: "He is not reliable either."

The last time I told Ding Xiu to see my parents, it had been almost half a year, and there was not a single word.

Moreover, she found that Ding Xiu's original Audi was missing, at first she thought it was sold, but when they were drinking yesterday, she heard Huang Bo say that it was driven by Qin Lan.

"Xiao Zhao, do you know what you need to do to win a man's heart?"

Zhao Liying smiled and raised the cabbage in her hand: "I know that, grab his stomach."

Gao Yuanyuan shook her head: "Wrong, I gave him a child."

Zhao Liying suddenly realized that she had learned again.

……

"it is good!"

Wang Baoqiang, who watched the game while eating oranges, applauded.

The battle in the first round was very exciting, and today was not in vain.

Wu Jing's distorted facial features looked at this person who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal: "Bao Qiang, let's practice in a while."

Wang Baoqiang smiled mischievously: "Brother, go ahead and pretend that I don't exist."

Wu Jing is from Shicha Sports School, studied under Wu Bing, and is a three-time champion in sword, gun and boxing. These days, it is not ordinary people who can win the championship.

Although it is said that people's kung fu is acting, but from the films that Wu Jing has made in recent years, it can be seen that he has a strong physical fitness and knows fighting routines.

It's still very easy to beat him, a person who has practiced fitness boxing in Shaolin Temple.

Focusing on Ding Xiu, Wu Jing said: "Brother Xiu, have you pulled back your strength? I feel that the fists and feet are a bit heavy."

"If I don't pull back, you will already be lying down."

Ding Xiu's words shattered Wu Jing's fluke mentality.

It's still so fierce even if it's pulled back.

I really want to see Ding Xiu's full firepower, as long as he is not the one being beaten, he can eat melon seeds and watch this kind of excitement all day long.

After a while, Wu Jing said: "Let's test the water in a few more rounds, Brother Xiu, can you just defend and not fight back this time?"

Asking the opponent not to fight back, his face was hot when he said this sentence.

But if you don't say no, Ding Xiu is a bit fierce, and if you fight back, you won't be able to withstand a single move.

Ding Xiu took a step forward, shifted his body's center of gravity back, bent his arms to protect his body, and posed a modern boxing defensive pose.

Combining modern fighting with ancient martial arts was an accidental idea of ​​his, and he wanted to use Wu Jing as an experiment.

"Come on, I'll try my best."

"Okay, the posture is quite professional." Moving his shoulders, Wu laughed in surprise and praised, stepped forward and kicked, each leg was high sided.

But every leg was slapped away by Ding Xiu.

Unable to touch anyone with seven or eight legs, Wu Jing exclaimed: "Brother Xiu, it's ok, the slap is smooth, how about trying my fist."

Speaking of a set of combined punches, he punched Ding Xiu's face.

This time, Ding Xiu didn't use slaps, but used his arms to block Wu Jing's violent uppercuts, straight punches, abdominal punches, and swinging punches.

While blocking, write down Wu Jing's attack method.

Three minutes later, Wu Jing was out of breath, and the force of his blows with both hands was much weaker. Such a violent attack would not last long, and would consume a lot of energy.

Tired is a bit tired, but I played very well.

How could he dare to fight like an ordinary person, he would be disabled even if he didn't die.

That is to say, Ding Xiu can still act like a normal person.

Wu Jing was about to call a timeout, rest for a while before hitting, just opened his mouth, a gust of wind blew into his mouth, and then he only saw Ding Xiu's fists raining down.

Almost a subconscious reaction, he quickly defended.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Straight punches, hook punches, swing punches, and punch punches are all the moves he used just now, and they are all back.

But he didn't have Ding Xiu's good defensive ability, he was punched in the stomach, and his stomach was overwhelmed.

It's just a moment of dazed effort, and the door was slammed in a circle again, with stars in his eyes.

Ding Xiu probably wanted to make his sandbag last longer, so Ding Xiu hit his arms all the time.

One punch, two punches, three punches...

"Brother Xiu, stop!"

"Fuck, I won't fight anymore."

"No more fights, ah, no more fights!"

Ding Xiu's fist was heavy, and after more than a dozen punches, Wu Jing's arms became numb and he lost consciousness, and he retreated a full seven or eight meters, but Ding Xiu acted as if he didn't hear him, and would punch him in the ribs from time to time.

Hitting and hitting, Wu Jing leaned his back against the wall, with no way to retreat, so he didn't defend at all, and when he closed his eyes, he looked as if he was going to kill or cut him.

He couldn't stand it anymore, and if he continued to fight, he might have to confess here today.

Sure enough, after he put down his hand, a fist landed on the bridge of his nose.

Wiping the profuse sweat off his brow, Wu Jing said painfully: "Brother Xiu, have you got it wrong? It's you who cooperate with me, not I who cooperate with you."

"I'm sorry, I suddenly came up with some new ideas." Ding Xiu's eyes regained clarity, and he said, "Let's continue."

In the attack just now, he carried battlefield killing punches, Baji elbows, and modern fighting. The more he hits, the more smoothly he hits. If Wu Jing lasts longer, the degree of fusion may be even higher.

"Slow down." Wu Jing breathed a sigh of relief, his heart beating like a drum, he ran to the stone table and sat down, poured a cup of tea into his stomach.

He was scared to death, how dare he fight immediately.

Ding Xiu waved to Baoqiang who was watching the excitement: "Baoqiang, come and practice."

Wang Baoqiang shook his head and waved his hands: "Brother, I have been practicing martial arts for several years."

Are you kidding me, Wu Jing's lessons learned from the past are here, those heavy punches hit his ribs and lower abdomen, he felt pain just looking at them.

"Don't you want to learn my kung fu? I'll teach you a few tricks when you're happy playing with me."

Without even thinking about it, Wang Baoqiang got up quickly: "Brother, how do you want to fight."

"Wait." Ding Xiu turned around and went into the room. Ten minutes later, he turned over a pair of gloves and put them on, then threw the chest vest and headgear to Wang Baoqiang: "Put them on."

Wang Baoqiang swallowed his saliva, and put it on tremblingly. As expected, Ding Xiu's kung fu was difficult to learn.

But when I think of being beaten, I can learn the martial arts I dream of, so I bear it.

Isn't it just a beating? Going home and lying down for two days is another hero.

Ding Xiu thought of something, and said again: "You wait first."

Entering the house again, Ding Xiu was holding two silk quilts when he came out.

"Wrap both legs."

The combination of ancient martial arts and modern fighting, how could it be possible to not get kicked, but most people can't stand him kicking, and they should be able to take a few more hits by wrapping silk quilts around their legs.

Fuck, Wang Baoqiang was dumbfounded and wanted to run immediately.

This is the rhythm to kill him.

"Baoqiang, I'll help you." Wu Jing, gloating over his misfortune, jumped out and hugged Wang Baoqiang's thigh, and wrapped the silk quilt over it.

"Brother, I just remembered that the company has something to do."

"You don't learn kung fu anymore?"

"Stop studying."

"Come on, let's play, play two laps before leaving."

(End of this chapter)