This actor needs more money

"Gossip is a dirty trick, be careful."

After reminding this sentence, the girl's attack followed, with 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 pretty good at 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 room."

Ding Xiu gave a 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 real, which is different from those half-hearted people outside.

Her talent is pretty good, let alone girls, even ordinary men would 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 Ding Xiu is a master or not. It all depends on whether he 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 the 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 and said, "Cheng, please remember to settle the account."

The first million was received today. It’s so easy to make money. It’s much faster than filming.

He Xiaoyu stroked the scattered green 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 competition has never been a step-by-step method, but has her own understanding and attack methods.

Coupled with the fact that she hired famous teachers for free, she already had good gossip skills in her twenties, and she didn't look down on two or three big men.

But he didn't expect that Ding Xiu would be so frustrated that he would torture her with one hand.

Before taking action, she had watched Ding Xiu fight twice. Although she knew she would lose, she didn't expect to lose so miserably with one hand. It would be very shameless to spread the news.

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 even spoke in a pornographic manner in such a serious situation, and he knew that Ding Xiu was capable of it.

"Hmph, 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's 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 guts to end it.

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. Senior 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, made fists with both hands, 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.

He didn't mention wearing any protective measures. As soon as he kicked him 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 hit 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. Two 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?"

"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 there just now that he didn't pay attention.

There are Cheng Long, Cheng Xiaodong, Yuan Bing and others on the second floor.

"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 media outside.

It spreads from one to ten, and 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 Li Fu is going 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 kid is so fierce. Haven't the big guys come out to stop him yet? If someone breaks through eight families, there's 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."

"Bagua He Xiaoyu comes on stage, Ding Xiu tortures him with one hand, and the other party throws 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 carried to the hospital."

"Damn it, I'm holding it so hard, no wonder I dare to accept the tactics of the Eight Great Martial Arts Schools. There is indeed something in it."

"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 with his superiority, was capable of one-on-one, and even offered a reward of half a million yuan.

If Ding Xiu doesn't lag behind, I'll show up as soon as I get one million.

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 era, 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. He has 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 they don’t support them openly, so they use trumpet accounts to shout and support 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."

…

"Quan Zhen, Zhang Xiong."

"I'm willing to pay 1 million for a fight, Master Ding. I want to compete with weapons in this game."

Ding Xiu went up to the second floor, and the people in the lobby on the first floor followed him. As soon as they entered, they 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’s Quanzhen from martial arts novels, but that’s 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 him was 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 was confident in my weapons competition with Ding Xiu.

He had 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 kicking skills.

However, one cannot know everything.

Everyone agreed that Ding Xiu was weak in weapons. This time, they were not competing with fists and kicks, but with weapons. Let’s see how Ding Xiu could win.

"Okay, what 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 on the side, 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 hurt 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, they can still control their weapons so as not to hurt people's lives.

"You are smart." Ding Xiu smiled, came 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 take such a Qinglong Yanyue Sword?

The firepower is not equal at all.

Let alone the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, it was just a machete falling 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 okay?"

"Can."

There was only a dog-beating stick at the scene. 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 that can be chosen.

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 be embarrassed.

"Master Zhang, can you?" Ding Xiu asked Zhang Xiong with his eyebrows raised and his sticks 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 hit others with it 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 come and say start."

Wu Bing stood up and said in a deep voice: "Three, two, one, start!"

"Snapped!"

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."

"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 make do." 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 swords are deadly, murderous, fast and cruel, open and closed.

"Snapped!"

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.