Jinghua Film and Television City, the rehearsal hall of the crew of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

The duel between Tang Xiaosheng and martial arts director Wu Gang will take place in the hall, and the more than forty martial artists who were originally rehearsing the show have all stepped aside to make room for an open space.

In order to avoid injuries during the duel between the two sides, Tang Xiaosheng and Wu Gang wore protective gear on their heads and chest, and their hands were also wearing fist gloves. At the same time, the two sides also agreed that when fighting, only shots are allowed, and kicks are not allowed. The reason why it is stipulated that you can't kick out is because the lethality of the foot is too great, and you are afraid of any accidents. After all, Tang Xiaosheng is the actor invited by the crew, in case he is injured in the fight, it will seriously affect the filming of the entire TV series, and no one can afford to admit this responsibility.

To put it simply, the fight between Tang Xiaosheng and Wu Gang is equivalent to a boxing match with protective gear.

The game was about to start, and while helping Tang Xiaosheng put on his gloves and protective gear, Xiaolongnu told her softly: "Come on, be careful for a while." ”

"Don't worry, Long'er, I know it in my heart." Tang Xiaosheng said lightly, his face looked very calm.

"Big brother, you must come on!" Guo Xiang clenched his small fists and said in a childish voice.

Tang Xiaosheng smiled slightly, gently stroked her head, and did not speak. After a few moments, the armor and gloves were all put on, and he stared and walked slowly to the center of the hall. Wu Gang, the martial arts instructor on the opposite side, was also ready and walked to the center of the hall.

The two clasped each other fists and saluted, and the match began immediately.

At this moment, several martial artists on the sidelines began to whisper.

"Who do you think Tang Xiaosheng or Wu Dao will win?"

"Isn't this nonsense? You don't know how to do it, it's more than enough to beat us ten of us, I estimate that Tang Xiaosheng will have to beat him down in less than three moves. ”

"Tang Xiaosheng is not so inferior, right? I saw a report in the newspaper that Tang Xiaosheng once captured five kidnappers by himself, and he was very skilled. ”

"Cut! Do you believe this kind of news report? Celebrities are all packaged, few have real kung fu, Tang Xiaosheng can support the martial arts director for three moves at most. ”

"More than that, right? I think there should be some hope for holding five moves. ”

……

Several martial artists expressed their views on this game, but their opinions did not seem to be unified, some said that Tang Xiaosheng would be beaten down by Wu Gang in three moves, some said five moves, and some said ten moves, and no one could convince anyone.

At this time, a martial artist suddenly proposed: "It's better to do this, I'll make a bet." Buy Tang Xiaosheng to fall to the ground in three moves, with odds of 1 to 2; Five moves to the ground, 1 to 3; Ten moves to the ground, 1 to 5. Which of you is going to bet? ”

"I'll come, fall to the ground in three moves, and bet 100 yuan."

"I also bet Tang Xiaosheng to fall to the ground in three moves, 200 yuan."

"I said you two are too careful, and you don't dare to make money even if you have it. How could Tang Xiaosheng survive three moves, I think Wu Dao can beat him down with one move. I bet 400 yuan and fell to the ground in three moves. ”

"Wow, you guys look down on Tang Xiaosheng too much, I think he should still have two brushes. I bet five moves to fall to the ground, 50 yuan. ”

"I also bet five moves to fall to the ground, 80 yuan."

……

As soon as the gambling game opened, more than 20 martial artists joined in, more than half of them bet on Tang Xiaosheng to be defeated in three moves, and only three people bet on him to be able to survive five moves.

Seeing this, Guo Xiang on the side finally couldn't stand it anymore, stepped forward, pouted, and said to the martial arts: "How can you look down on my big brother so much?" I'm going to bet on Big Brother to win. ”

Hearing her say this, dozens of martial artists laughed one after another, they just thought that Guo Xiang, the little girl, was very cute, and she was still at the age of fantasies.

At this time, Wu Xing, who opened the gambling game, said to Guo Xiang: "You can bet on Tang Xiaosheng to win, I will give you the odds of 1 to 20, how about it?" ”

Guo Xiang didn't think about it, so he replied: "Okay, I'll bet ......" Speaking of this, the little hand touched his pocket and found that he didn't have a penny on his body, so he turned around and said to the little dragon girl on the side, "Sister Long, can you lend me some money?" They made a bet, and I wanted to bet on my big brother to win. ”…,

Xiaolongnu is actually not interested in the gambling game, but she is still obligated to support Tang Xiaosheng, and said softly: "How much does Xiang'er want to bet?" ”

Guo Xiang's eyes blinked, thought for a moment, and said, "1,000 yuan." ”

Without frowning, Xiaolongnu took out her wallet from her bosom and handed her ten brand-new 100 yuan.

"Sister Xie Lu, Sister Xie Long!" After speaking, Guo Xiang walked back with 1,000 yuan, found the martial arts who opened the gambling game, handed him the money, and said, "I'll bet on my big brother to win." ”

Wu Xing couldn't help but be stunned, he didn't expect Guo Yixiang to be so arrogant, and seriously declared: "You can think clearly, after you bet the 1,000 yuan, in case Tang Xiaosheng loses, I won't return the money to you." ”

Guo Xiangqiong's nose wrinkled: "I don't need you to return the money, the big brother will definitely win!" ”

Wu Xing nodded: "Okay, 1,000 yuan, bet on Tang Xiaosheng to win, the odds are 1 to 20." ”

Seeing this, several martial artists next to him were immediately very envious of the martial arts who opened the gambling game, because they felt that he had earned Guo Xiang 1,000 yuan in vain.

As soon as the gamble of the martial artists was finished, the match between Tang Xiaosheng and Wu Gang was about to start. The venue of the competition is a circle with a diameter of about five meters in the center of the rehearsal hall, and whoever comes out of this circle first will lose.

Boom!

With a crisp metal sound, the game officially began.

Before the sound of metal disappeared, Wu Gang kicked under his feet, rushed out quickly, and a fast and fierce straight punch ushered in.

Tang Xiaosheng condensed slightly, not in a hurry, moved two steps to the right, turned sideways, and dodged in time.

In the past seven days, Tang Xiaosheng has practiced the "Jade Girl-Heart Sutra" with Xiaolongnu every night, and his internal strength has increased several times. With the increase of internal force, his strength, reaction speed, and agility have all increased by more than one notch. Wu Gang's punch just now seemed to Tang Xiaosheng to be unremarkable, and it was not difficult to dodge.

However, Wu Gang's punch was only a test, and he only used less than thirty percent of his strength. Seeing that Tang Xiaosheng had easily dodged, he was slightly shocked in his heart, and without thinking much about it, he clenched his fists and attacked quickly again.

Sou! Sou!

In the blink of an eye, Wu Gang threw two more punches, this time he used seventy percent of his strength, and the punch just now, these two punches were nearly twice as strong in terms of speed and strength!

Seeing his incredibly fast punching speed, many martial artists on the side couldn't help but be stunned and surprised. What surprised them even more was Tang Xiaosheng, because he dodged these two punches unharmed.

"Good boy, that's fast!" Wu Gang couldn't help but praise, Tang Xiaosheng's strength was a little beyond his expectations.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Wu Gang's face sank, his fists were together, protected in front of his chest, his toes were buckled inward, his knees were slightly bent, and his appearance was a little weird, but he was ready to go.

Seeing Wu Gang's momentum, a martial artist on the sidelines suddenly lit up, and whispered to himself excitedly: "It seems that Wu Dao is going to make his fatal seven punches!" ”

"Seven fatal punches? What is it? Another martial artist asked suspiciously.

"The Seven Fatal Punches are a set of fast, fierce and strange combination punches, which are the skills of the martial arts director, and it is said that so far, no one has been able to dodge his seven punches. A few years ago, Wu Dao once killed a gangster with these seven punches, and others called these seven punches 'Seven Fatal Punches'! ”

"Wow, that's amazing? Isn't Tang Xiaosheng going to be unlucky? ”

As soon as several martial artists finished speaking, at this time, with a bang, Wu Gang suddenly rushed out, like a fierce cheetah, and the speed was amazingly fast.

Seeing this, Tang Xiaosheng was also slightly surprised, he had never seen such a fast speed, like a hurricane, rolling wildly, in the blink of an eye, he had already rushed to the front of him, and before he had time to think about it, Wu Gang's fists had already swung like a storm, one punch after another, one punch faster than the other, one punch fiercer than the other, without any stagnation! …,

Sou! Sou! Sou! Sou! Sou! Sou!

The lightning-like six punches, like a fist net, came to the mask, Tang Xiaosheng was almost suffocated, one after another flying punches flew in front of his eyes, and the fist wind was even more whirring!

In the chaotic fist of the flying sideways, Tang Xiaosheng just relied on his instinctive reaction to dodge left and right!

Just when he was lucky enough to avoid the first six punches, at this moment, with a whoosh, a weird downpercut suddenly jumped out, from the bottom to the top, and hit the chin!

Tang Xiaosheng was shocked in his heart, this punch was too unexpected, the internal force in his body suddenly surged, he kicked under his feet violently, and retreated a few steps behind him at full speed.

Burst!

With a slight muffled sound, the downcut swept past Tang Xiaosheng's chest, just grazing his collar!

"Whew-"

Tang Xiaosheng breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately it flashed in time, if he had just been hit in the chin by this uppercut, he would have to be unconscious on the spot.

Seeing that Tang Xiaosheng actually dodged his fatal seven punches, Wu Gang was also staring at him, this result was completely beyond his expectations. In his more than ten years of martial arts career, there are only two people who can stand to pick up his seven punches, one is Hu Daqiang, the national sanda king of the year, and the other is Tang Xiaosheng in front of him!

"Good boy, sure enough, there are two hits!" Wu Gang's face showed joy, for a martial idiot like him, meeting a master is like picking up a treasure, which is a very happy thing.

Unlike Wu Gang's excited expression, the dozens of martial artists on the sidelines all had low faces. Because the contest between Tang Xiaosheng and Wu Gang has passed three moves, Tang Xiaosheng has not been beaten down, so half of the martial arts who participated in the gambling game have already bet wrong.

What's even worse is that until the game, Wu Gang has been attacking, Tang Xiaosheng has been defending from beginning to end, and he has never punched at all, and his face has always maintained a calm expression, looking a little unfathomable.

In fact, Tang Xiaosheng's heart was not calm at this time, thinking of Wu Gang's seven punches just now, he still had palpitations. If Wu Gang hit the fatal seven punches again, Tang Xiaosheng was not sure to dodge it again.

As the saying goes, offense is the best defense, Tang Xiaosheng stared, clenched his fists lightly, and said secretly: "It seems that I should make a move." ”

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