This actor needs more money

"No fighting, it's boring."

Ding Xiu waved his hand and stopped thinking about continuing the fight.

You can't touch this, you can't touch that, and you're even spanking.

He was not the kind of reckless man who would hurt someone with his attacks. Whether it was his eyes or neck, even if he touched someone, he knew how hard it would be.

It will never hurt anyone.

If you say rubbish, rubbish means rubbish, and you won’t go in.

But now I'm not allowed to do anything, and I'm even tying the knot.

Zhen Zidan's movements were all flawed in his eyes, but he still couldn't fight. This way of fighting was too frustrating and boring.

Ding Xiu stopped fighting, and everyone was disappointed. They thought it was a fight between dragons and tigers, but they didn't expect that it would be over without a single move.

Zhang Yimou didn't know what to say and could only respect the ideas of both parties.

He didn't dare to praise Haikou and let the two of them fight. Who would be responsible if something happened?

Zhen Zishan slightly cupped his hands and said: "The rules of martial arts are different from those of modern fighting. You are not used to my fighting style, and I am not used to yours. I really didn't think it through in my haste."

"Let's make another appointment another day and let's have a good chat."

In a word, Zhen Zidan gave Ding Xiu a stepping stone and also gave himself a stepping stone. No one could find fault with him.

Everyone has different playing styles, and there was no discussion beforehand. It was indeed a bit awkward to put them together in a hurry.

In addition, he was also a little scared. Even though Ding Xiu didn't do much, he just pinched the back of his neck and his hair stood up.

The big hands were like iron pliers and very powerful. He had no doubt that if Ding Xiu used his dead hand, he could really break his neck.

"I'll fight you!"

Before Ding Xiu could nod, a sonorous and powerful voice sounded from the corner.

Zhao Wenzhuo stood up.

He watched for a while and remained silent until the two of them finished fighting.

"I have practiced martial arts and know some fighting skills. I can adapt to any rules. Let me try Ding Xiu's skills."

"Wow, there's a good show to watch." Wu Jing said excitedly: "Brother Xiu, Brother Zhuo has trained his back, and his arms are very strong, so be careful."

Ding Xiu said calmly: "I can see it."

Zhao Wenzhuo is tall and tall, with arms a little longer than ordinary people. He has the back of a tiger and the waist of a wasp and the legs of a mantis. This kind of person is a good hand on the battlefield.

Since he is a martial arts practitioner, it means that all his skills are in his hands.

Rolling up his sleeves, Zhao Wenzhuo said to Zhang Yimou: "Director Zhang, do you mind if I have a fight with Ding Xiu?"

"I don't mind, as long as he agrees." After saying that, he looked at Ding Xiu.

"I'm fine." Ding Xiu said, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

Zhao Wenzhuo smiled heartily: "I have thick arms and legs, and I can withstand beatings. You can come, but the worst I can do is lie down for a few days. What a big deal for a man."

"But you have to be careful, I have a strong fist."

A pun, this is scolding Zhenzi for being afraid of getting hurt because of his thin skin and tender flesh.

In fact, Zhao Wenzhuo is qualified to scold him.

In terms of actual combat ability, he thinks he is not inferior to Donnie Yen, and even Li Lienjie is the same. Looking at the entire entertainment industry, there are not many people who dare to compete with him head-on.

Of course, those boxing champions and fighting champions’ sidekicks don’t count.

The reason why he dares to think this way is not because of his arrogance, but because of his self-confidence based on his own conditions and strength.

First of all, there is the height and weight. Li Lienjie and Donnie Yen are neither over 1.7 meters tall. Compared with the two of them, he is ten centimeters taller and the corresponding weight is much heavier.

Anyone who knows a little bit about fighting knows that different heights and weights have different punching weights.

Otherwise, there would be no flyweight, lightweight, or heavyweight competitions.

The flyweight boxing champion went to compete with the heavyweight boxing champion, and he would probably lie on the ground frothing at the mouth every minute.

The other is age. A normal man's peak is around thirty years old. Li Lienjie and Donnie Yen are almost forty, and their peak condition has long been gone.

In addition, I have been injured during filming over the years, either with fractures or with steel nails in my thighs. When the weather is sunny or rainy, my whole body aches, so how can I still have any strength?

He is different. He is just thirty this year and in his prime.

In addition, unlike the Shicha Martial Arts School where Wu Jing, Li Lianjie, and Zhen Zidan studied, he studied in the Martial Arts Department of Beiping Sports University. Because it was a sports school, he learned more comprehensive things.

I learned Sanda when I was in Beijing Sports and have some practical experience.

Not only Sanda, he also learned wrestling, and the coach who taught him was the wrestling king in the military competition in the 1970s.

When the Soviet Union was still there, the team also invited the karate Far East champion to teach them.

In the early years when he was in Hong Kong Island, he liked to find people to compete with, and it was not that he had never beaten Muay Thai fighters. Generally speaking, he lost and won.

Next to Zhen Zidan, Zhang Yimou asked with great interest: "Who do you think can win?"

Zhen Zi simply shook his head and didn't even hit him. Who knows: "It's hard to say."

"Brother Xiu must be the winner." Wu Jing said, "I have fought with him before. No matter whether it was weapons or fists, I couldn't catch a single move."

grass!

Zhenzi’s face twitched.

No wonder she keeps encouraging him to fight, it turns out that Ding Xiu is so powerful.

It goes without saying that Wu Jing has some skills, and he is so young that even he can't take a single move from Ding Xiu, so he will probably be thrown away if he goes up to him.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

In the center of the field, Zhao Wenzhuo had already moved, making a cross-back fist, and a crackling sound immediately sounded in the air.

It was like a whip hitting the ground.

"Tongbei Quan emphasizes coldness, crispness, quickness and hardness, deepness, longness and flexibility, strong force and gentle shaking. He has mastered it now."

Wu Jing said.

At Shicha Martial Arts School, almost everyone knows dozens of sets of boxing techniques, and even those who don't know some boxing techniques have seen them before.

Tongbei Quan is very famous. He has not only seen it, but also learned it, but he is not good at it and only learned routine moves.

At the beginning, the coach did not use his eyes to check whether everyone was qualified, but listened with his ears. If he could make a sound, he was qualified.

Zhao Wenzhuo's crackling voice is so loud, it's not bad compared to the coach back then.

"Snapped!"

There was another crisp sound, and Zhao Wenzhuo raised his hand and whipped Ding Xiu.

Taking a step back, Ding Xiu leaned back to avoid it.

Zhao Wenzhuo stepped forward and punched Ding Xiu in the chest with a whistling sound.

He has a long wingspan and can catch up with him in just half a step, so he is very fast.

"Well come."

Ding Xiu did not dodge and did a horse stance. He stretched out his arm and blocked the punch with his elbow. He wanted to test how powerful the Tongbei Fist was.

"boom!"

The fists and elbows collided, Zhao Wenzhuo took several steps back, his face turned red, he gritted his teeth and shook his trembling hands.

Everyone who has tried his fist knows how hard his fist is, but he didn't expect Ding Xiu to use his elbow to catch it, and to catch it so accurately.

The elbow is definitely among the top three hardest parts of human bones. It has few nerves and is painless when hit. It is widely used in traditional martial arts.

Fortunately, Ding Xiu used his elbow arm. If it were the tip of his elbow, his fingers might not be broken.

On the opposite side, Ding Xiu's arms were numb, and he was familiar with the power of Zhao Wenzhuo's fists. He stopped testing and rushed over again.

The dragon walks like a tiger and steps forward quickly like a galloping wild horse. When it is almost in front of you, the horse leaps forward and takes a big step. At the same time, you flex your thumb and index finger, and hold the other three fingers half-clenched, making the wheel of your fist look like a rake. .

I saw him raise his elbow again.

"boom!"

Before Zhao Wenzhuo could react, he was hit by an elbow in the chest. He flew out and sat on the chair that was damaged by the gun before.

"Fuck you!"

Wu Jing's eyes widened, and he cursed without caring about his image in front of Zhang Yimou.

"Hi, ho!"

Sitting on the chair, Zhao Wenzhuo looked pale and did not move at all. He only felt that his breath was blocked in his chest and his breathing was not smooth.

At this moment, he couldn't care less about his red and trembling hands, he felt like he was going to die.

PS: There is another chapter in the evening, about 8:30, please vote for me.