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Chapter 301 Young people don't talk about martial arts

Being recognized, Ding Xiu generously put away his mask and hat, and cupped his fists towards the crowd.

It was a matter of time before he was recognized. Wearing a hat and mask was because he was afraid of causing a commotion among fans at school. He had nothing to worry about when facing these people.

"Hello Brother Xiu, I'm your fan, what scene have you been filming recently?"

"Brother Xiu, is it true or not that you singled out the Eight Great Schools of Hong Kong Island?"

"Ding Xiu, I heard that you are very attractive, do you dare to fight with me?"

"Mr. Ding, I am proficient in Baji Wing Chun and Tan Jihong Quan. Can I act with you? Give me a chance, I am no worse than Li Lianjie."

"Brother, let's go, Brother Xiu, is your company still sending someone? I'll be your substitute."

The scene was full of gunpowder one second, but the scene changed in the next second. Ding Xiu was a little apprehensive looking at the fanatical eyes of these people, for fear that these 200 people would rush up all at once.

He only knew that he had a lot of fans in the film and television industry, but he didn't expect that people in the martial arts circle would be so enthusiastic.

It seems that there is still too little attention to this circle.

Whether it is a mule or a horse, you will know immediately.

Taking off the protective gear, Ding Xiu returned to the auditorium, and Zhao Liying handed over the thermos cup thoughtfully, and said with a smile:
Liu Xiaoyun coughed and said loudly: "Brother, will he read it? The sign behind him has no name, Wujiang."

"The same is true for people who advance to the seventh round. They are grouped according to adjacent numbers. For example, he is number one, but numbers seven and eight are eliminated, and number seven is still there. Then he is compared with number seven. Worry, every round You don't have staff to count the numbers, let them know after the game."

The referee stood between the two, frowned before hearing that, and said to Xiao Han: "I haven't said the rules since then, you want to repeat it, if you don't violate it, you will be at your own risk."

"In August of this year, I won eight championships in quadruple boxing, gunplay, and sparring in the Hong Kong Island International Martial Arts Circle."

"Don't play tricks on him, don't look at the old man's young age, his seniority is very low, he is also a student of Siji, and he may even call him master in front of me."

It’s fine to say that I’m a good critic, Wujiang has a lot of disciples, many of them have not yet made their name, and none of them are national first-class martial arts teachers, North Sports Primary School martial arts teachers, ancient martial arts school principals, etc.

Unless it is an occasional interest, I will do it if I work hard.

It seems that she has been drinking less, the woman stands still, walks staggeringly, not stiff but goes up.

It is like these half-way monks, their own inheritance is complete, their fighting methods and training methods are the same, the master has fought in actual combat all his life, and the disciples he teaches can also practice actual combat, and the disciples of the disciples are still the same, and kung fu has become a gymnastics.

We focus on impartiality, fairness, and openness, and deceit, cover-up, and partiality.

Before the game was over, Ding Xiu hung the work card he received under his neck, with 038 written on it, and it was his turn for the time being. I came to the referee's seat, Liu Xiaoyun's side.

Taking off his shoes, Ding Xiu came to the court barefoot, and his opponent was an eighty-year-old boy with beards, bright eyes, and muscles all over his body.

Hehe smiled, and Ding Xiu said: "He said that my student is very good, didn't you come today, you got to know him."

In August of this year, I participated in a martial arts competition on Hong Kong Island, and I heard these people describe Ding Xiu's fight.

Lu Linlian got rid of her face.

"Master Ding, let him stand behind."

"Please be quiet, and you will be disqualified if you make any noise!"

It was like a glow on the back of my heart, but the chrysanthemum tightened.

The referee yelled a few times with a blank face and it finally helped a little. Everyone quickly returned to the team, but the movements of turning their heads and looking ahead from time to time betrayed our mood.

With his chin propped up, Ding Xiu gave a heavy hum, got up and went on the stage, and put on the player's protective gear that had just come up, including a crotch protector, a chest protector, and a head protector.

"call!"

Xu Haofeng himself is not a very stupid person. Before he learned the true biography of the four poles in Wujiang, he did not rest on his laurels. Instead, he kept communicating with other low-level players, and even went to learn Sanda to learn from others' fighting strengths.

"Be polite and communicate with each other."

With half-closed eyes, Xu Haofeng nodded with a smile as a greeting.

What's the use of just pushing a title? People who can spend their time on that, don't they have time to practice martial arts?
"Oh, tell me."

In the audience, the focus was once again on Lu Lin.

If I beat up Ding Xiu violently today, I will know that there will be news later, and I will be famous from then on.

That level of competition is indeed something to watch, it's too pediatric.

Some masters are still packaged and have no actual combat experience. As time goes by, Ding Xiu has little interest and rarely shows himself in this area.

The movements are very complicated, and it can be said to be very powerful. It's not that the opposite party didn't order food, and they didn't have any defense at all, so they just kept giggling.

The process after the official start of the match was very formal. It was the first time for Lu Lin to participate, and it was quite uninspiring. During the oath-taking session, all the referees also spoke together, saying what we said was the same as others.

Before the oath was completed, the No. [-] referee at that time also warned Xiaojia to abide by the rules outside the campus, in order to influence and harass the students, causing chaos on the campus, and those who violated the rules would be kicked out of the game.

There was only one kick in the whole process, and it was considered a cold body, so what's the point.

"Heh, you haven't finished talking yet. I'm still the vice president of the Cangzhou Taekwondo Association, the head coach of the Swiss Boxing Kung Fu School, and a visiting professor of Taekwondo at a Korean general elementary school."

"Snapped!"

The problem is, there are only one or two people who said that. In the first battle, there were very few people present, and none of them could prove that Lu Lin is good.

"There are few points that you need to understate. Although it is a martial arts competition, friendship comes first. It can hurt people's vital points and hit fatal parts. You must defy the referee's whistle conditionally, and stop as soon as you stop..."

"Senior brother is amazing, whoever is Siji, invite him to dinner later."

"Ah."

Wu Jiang rolled his eyes straight, he just wanted to talk to that person, what is a sneak attack, after the start of the fight, [-] is not ready to end, is it for nothing?
"Actually, even if he is asking, you will introduce them to each other."

Comparing the modern martial arts circle to martial arts, this Wu Jiang lacks the status of the head of the Qiyue Sword School.

If there is no bump in the middle, the matter will be small.

"Eight, seven, one, prepare, will give birth!"

Xiaohan grinned at the corners of his mouth, and couldn't imagine Lu Lin's bruised nose and swollen face later. When the media interviewed him, he should be humble and said that he only used eight points of effort.

"Quiet!"

Harassing students, am I that kind of person?
"Basic operation, high profile."

"038 wins, last group."

"You know it's Wu Jiang, you know me, let me introduce you."

Noisy throughout.

However, it can be used for warming.

Now Wu Jiang's identity is the vice president of the local provincial martial arts association, a professor of physical education, a national junior coach, and a fourth-dan martial arts.

Liu Xiaoyun lowered his voice and said: "Xu Haofeng practiced martial arts at the age of four, and he is now eighty years old. He has fought in actual combat and routine competitions. He is the most powerful person in the martial arts world today."

While speaking, the little man pinched the knuckles of his fingers and cracked, and he was full of smiles.

I know Ding Xiu.

"Assignment."

Seeing that those people were interested in listening to the rules, the referee had no choice but to call Ding Xiu to the back.

The little man fell to the ground, his body appeared in small characters, his eyes were still blurred.

Anyone who meets Ding Xiu, that little star will have a desire to win, which is very abnormal. If there is no one, he will be cold-blooded, and he will stop fighting.

Liu Xiaoyun's face is pale: "The 80-year-old man is old, is he mean?"

"Who is the old man, did he not point at you?"

The martial arts circle is too scattered, and there are too many schools, which is even more exaggerated than the Thirteen Taibao in Jiangsu. In a province, there are at least a few dozen schools, and no one will accept anyone.

I will be born to believe that Ding Xiu can fight this group of people.

"Siji boxing has not been passed on. It is generally recognized that the most broken lineage is not Wu Lao's branch. I am the authentic Siji sect and belong to the first generation. Cangzhou know that there is no place called Mengcun outside here, known as Siji nest... ..."

The skill is like a person who loses, so why bother.
When it comes to Sijiquan, the circle is to open the four poles of Mengcun, and the circle of Mengcun's four poles is to open Wujiang.

I can only go into the auditorium to watch the game.

If the person who spoke was a brother of Hong Kong Sijiquan, I would like to give the other two small mouths.

I also know that if I beat Ding Xiu too badly, I will be bullied by my fans online.

If you hit more than a dozen people by yourself, you can still fly them a few meters away. How about telling me about Liaozhai?
"Relevant people enter the auditorium, No. [-], No. [-], please get off, No. [-] and No. [-] gather in the field No. [-], No. [-] and No. [-], No. [-] and No. [-] wear broken protective gear and prepare for bad things."

It's not that that guy is very good at talking about martial arts. He talked about martial arts in a very eloquent manner, and the famous martial arts masters are also very clear.

Is there any bloodiness at all.

"No, this will be born." Liu Xiaoyun pointed to a middle-aged woman under the referee's seat and said: "Xu Haofeng, a teacher of Wu Jiang, a national first-class martial artist, and a teacher of the martial arts department of the Physical Education Primary School."

At the end of the early 40s, Wu Jiang was not a business card of Sijiquan. He had received martial arts groups and martial arts enthusiasts from more than a dozen countries including Japan, the United States, South Korea, Britain, and Germany, and was invited to give lectures in less than [-] countries. , Carry forward the small four-pole boxing.

"The competition is divided into eight days. Xiaojia will be issued a work tag for the competition later. There is no corresponding number below. In the first round, adjacent singles and doubles form a group. For example, if he is number one, this is the same as number seven. Form a group, No. [-] and No. [-] form a group, and so on."

So, my interest dropped.

Ding Xiu originally wanted to go to say hello, but was interrupted by the referee's whistle, and the game was over.

"It's boring." When Liu Xiaoyun said that, Ding Xiu became interested.

Lu Lin came out from the front, took a small step to stand at the back, and the eighth sense told me that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at the front of her head.

It's no wonder that Ding Xiu is like this. When he first set foot in the entertainment industry, he wanted to make money, and he paid little attention to things other than making money.

The four poles of Mengcun are still very perfect, and there is very little to learn. It is because the older generation has no way to play, and they handed them over to their apprentices after they died.

"Young people talk about martial arts ethics. When you were paying attention to a sneak attack, you slapped it at that time. It was very slow. You are so careless. Did you dodge it? If you do it again, it will definitely be the same result. You apply for a new one." Contest……"

"As he wishes." Lu Lin clasped her fists together.

"You Suzhou Alian, who is your brother with him."

"So powerful?" Ding Xiu's eyes sparkled, "Am I good at fighting?"

"Brother Xiu is awesome."

As time went by, Ding Xiu's drowsiness gradually became apparent, but there were few mistakes in the middle, no one knocked down the opponent in one round, he had a lot of fighting experience, and he didn't have the foundation of Sanda and Taekwondo.

Legends are legends after all, and everyone has actually seen that fighting star make a move.

When he said that, he even looked at Ding Xiu a few times, making Ding Xiu not a bit depressed.

Following my gaze, Ding Xiu shook his head: "What you want is a real Lianjiazi."

"Now, let's all swear an oath to you. You say a word and they say a word, to promote Chinese martial arts, and to inherit the excellent morals of martial artists..."

Anyone who is stared at by one or two hundred young men is probably not thinking well.

Lose face, win shame.

"quiet!"

To be honest, it's exaggerated, and I don't feel like listening to a story.

"Contestants 038 and 039 wear protective gear and make bad preparations."

In fist-to-hand combat, the nose bleeds all the way up, and the winner is often determined by a few moves, which is too amateurish.

In the referee's seat, Lu Linlian clasped her hands behind her chest, and noticed Ding Xiu shaking his head, with the corners of his mouth curled up.

It's no fun beating young people. Those people under the referee's seat are still few. Since they can be referees, they must not have two brushes.

10 minutes ago, the little man who was kicked unconscious woke up for a while and was arguing with the referee.

"Brother, click as far as you can, and be merciless."

"Last year at the [-]th International Traditional Wushu Competition, I participated in eight events and won eight first places, among which Sijiquan was first, Zilongqiang first, Meteor Hammer first, sparring first, and Sanshou first. one."

"Little star Ding Xiu, right? You wanted to meet him a long time ago."

Onlookers can see that at this moment, we were all confused. Ding Xiu's movements were very slow. He whipped his legs across and kicked people over with one kick. It took less than a second to move back and forth.

No matter how strong the boxing is, no matter how powerful you are when you are young, you can do it when you are old. Wu Jiang is 80 years old, and his strength is as good as before.

"Are you ready?"

In that Siji boxing competition, Lu Linlian mentioned Ding Xiu's name and said that he wanted me to be one of the referees.

Ding Xiu sighed, and then pushed the opponent's chest.

It's not a harmonious society either. You were born in ancient times, and that kind of person would be what you are now. When you are born in troubled times, you will be a thief instead of galloping on the battlefield.

It can be admitted that there are very few fake masters outside the current circle, and there are many people who have no real talent and learning, but they still don't exist, and a small part of those people's kung fu has not been passed down.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the little man saw a white shadow attacking him, and before he could react, with the whistling sound in his ears, a whip leg was whipped under his head, and his world spun suddenly.

"Brother Xiu, it's his time."

Even though it was a confrontation match, overall it was very harmonious. There was no one who rushed to fight desperately, and they all went to the end, and before the end of the fight, they could hook up and be friends.

After watching the next few scenes, Ding Xiu shook his head.

The only four-pole low hand outside the entertainment circle, who once used the four-level Beng Da to faint the Sanda boxing champion, came to single-handedly challenge the four small martial arts in Hong Kong Island, and also used the four-pole boxing.

Xu Haofeng was looking up at the files of the students under him. He somehow sensed that no one was looking at him. He turned his head and looked at Ding Xiu with fighting intent.

(End of this chapter)