As soon as he got off the plane, Ding Xiu, who was wearing sunglasses, a peaked cap, and a black windbreaker, walked in front, followed by Jia Ling, who was dragging a suitcase.

On both sides of the front were fans lining up to pull banners, fifty or sixty people.

As soon as I saw Ding Xiu, the slogans were shouted in unison, and some people even stepped forward to send flowers.

"I'm a good girl, Brother Xiu is too hot."

Jia Ling looked at this scene dumbfounded, her heart shook fiercely, and she secretly made up her mind that she would be like this in the future.

Not only him, but if the pedestrians also have similar expressions, after all, in real life, there are not many stars who can have so many fans to pick up the airport.

simply signed a few names, took a few photos with fans, and Ding Xiu left with his hands in his pockets.

Half an hour later, when I arrived at the hotel, a large number of reporters and onlookers blocked the road.

"Is it so heavy? Lao Qin is making a bloody investment. ”

"Master, let's stop here."

Nine times out of ten, the people who picked up the airport were arranged by Qin Gang, and the slogan was brushed together, and who believed it if he hadn't rehearsed it in advance.

Now the reporter in front of him is blocking the road, and he doesn't have to think about it to know that it was Qin Gang's arrangement again.

The money has been spent, and it would be a waste if you just drove all the way there and didn't get out of the car to take pictures.

Put on his sunglasses, Ding Xiu got out of the car, waved at the reporter, and walked over with a smile.

After walking a few steps, I realized that something was wrong.

It seems that no one is filming him.

The photo was of a store on the avenue, and Ding Xiu turned his head to look at it, and it said Martial Arts Cultural Exchange Center.

He patted a reporter on the spot and said, "Brother, what are you doing here?" ”

"Go, go, go,, aren't you who."

"It's me, what are you doing?"

"Shoot the martial arts, the sanda boxing champion fights against the traditional martial arts."

Hearing the words Sanda Boxing King, Ding Xiu became interested and squeezed in like a loach, and Jia Ling outside was so anxious that he jumped to his feet.

However, she dragged a suitcase and couldn't squeeze in.

Soon, Ding Xiu came to the forefront, touched a reporter's ID card around his neck, and squeezed all the way into the venue.

The boxy ring was empty and empty.

The game hasn't started yet.

The side is very lively, one side is wearing Tang costumes, cloth shoes are whispering, and the other side is tall, blonde and blue-eyed, bare-chested, wearing shorts in the left hook, right hook to warm up.

On the side of the Tang costume, there are mostly old men and fewer young people, and Ding Xiu also saw Yu Hai, who had not been away for a long time.

"Xiao Tang, pay attention to attacking his next plate in a while, steady, don't panic."

Yu Hai is giving advice to the guy who is about to play.

The other old men also said nonsense: "Foreigners are not flexible, and if they delay for a while, they will lose." ”

"Who said that people are not flexible, do you know how much a punch of the Sanda Boxing King weighs?"

"Be careful to dodge and don't get hit in the head."

"We can't afford to lose, once we lose, our reputation will stink."

"Yes, if even Master Yu's family is kicked out, our Shandong martial arts community will be embarrassed."

"Those reporters at the door were all called by this foreigner, it's really insidious."

The incident happened half a month ago, when a foreigner who claimed to be a sanda practitioner began to challenge in major gyms, specializing in young people between the ages of 20 and 30.

Every competition comes with a bunch of reporters.

Over the past few days, the major gyms have been defeated.

The local newspapers were on fire, saying that Chuanwu could not fight, and was easily defeated by Western fighting.

After being beaten so badly, the young people who passed on martial arts were silent, and they were a little self-doubting whether they really couldn't do martial arts after practicing martial arts for so many years.

However, when someone found out that the foreigner pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger, and his real identity was the Sanda boxing king, everyone began to scold his mother.

A sanda boxing champion fights more people in a year than they have practiced martial arts in their lifetime.

Who can be a boxing champion is not a tall man, with rich combat experience, and has been professionally trained for many years.

Not to mention the young people in the boxing gym who can only take horse steps and have only practiced for a few years, even the master may not be able to withstand it.

People's fighting techniques are to beat people, fight every day, and over time have formed a set of systematic fighting methods.

Traditional martial arts have not beaten people for many years, the killing moves have been lost, there is only a practice method without a way to play, and there is little fighting, so there is no experience.

Compared with the two, Chuanwu is inferior.

"Don't worry, master, I have also practiced martial arts, and I may not necessarily lose."

The man known as Xiao Tang bared his white teeth and said with a smile.

He was born in martial arts, fought in the ring for five years, and practiced martial arts later, with the original intention of absorbing the strengths of a hundred schools.

Because of this, Yu Hai sent him out.

"Well, be careful, safety first." Patting him on the shoulder, Yu Hai said.

The foreigners are very thieves, and the challenge is the younger generation, saying that it is for the sake of fairness and not to beat the elderly.

If it weren't for that, the other gyms wouldn't have lost one after another.

The apprentices in the gym basically learn the basics, the long practice is three or five years, and the short one is one and a half years.

At this level, it's no wonder if you don't lose.

Thinking of this, Yu Hai was helpless, and sighed in his heart.

It's not that they don't want to teach real kung fu, they teach everything outside, and sooner or later something will happen.

Martial artists pay attention to character, and there are thirty or forty people in his martial arts exchange center, and there are only three or five talented people who can really persevere.

He also has to examine the character of these three or five people through time, and then slowly teach them some exercises to improve their muscles and bones.

In the end, when the time was almost up, one person was selected as the successor of Mantis Boxing to teach the fighting style.

This process is fast in ten or eight years.

After a short time, the two who were about to start the fight took the stage.

In the audience, reporters coaxed, cheered, and their blood boiled, some shouted the name of the foreigner, and some shouted the name of Xiao Tang.

Suddenly, a quiet figure caught Yu Hai's attention.

Unlike others, this young man wearing sunglasses and a peaked cap couldn't hide his handsomeness without saying a word, holding his hands on his chest and watching quietly.

The more he looked, the more familiar Yu Hai felt.

After staring at him for a few seconds, the young man in the crowd seemed to sense something and looked at him.

"What a keen perception." Yu Hai exclaimed.

In the next second, the young man nodded at him, and the corners of his mouth smiled in an arc.

"Isn't that Dingxiu?" Yu Hai finally knew why it was familiar.

Ding Xiu's face turned to ashes, and he couldn't forget it.

The powerful Baji Boxing, among the martial arts masters he has encountered in his life, should be the first.

With joy in his heart, Yu Hai walked towards Ding Xiu.

The people in the martial arts world were confused, and they couldn't understand why Yu Hai didn't care about the competition at this critical time, and ran to find a young man.

"Master Ding, why are you here?"

"The hotel next door opened, I came over to participate in the ribbon-cutting event, and I came over when I saw the excitement here."

Glancing at the press card hanging around Ding Xiu's neck, the corners of Yu Hai's mouth twitched.

In order to reduce their influence, they only let in some reporters, and the ordinary people who were onlookers were not allowed to enter.

If he remembers correctly, Ding Xiu seems to be an actor, and now he has a press card around his neck, so he doesn't have to think about it to know how he came here.

"Don't wear this thing, give it back to others." Yu Hai took off his press card and handed it to a student, and then said, "Who do you think will win?" ”

"It's hard to say, I haven't fought yet."

"Then if you go up and let go, can you win?"

"Hehe, in less than three seconds I have to kneel down and beg him not to die."

Let go of the fight, three seconds are fast, and he can make this foreigner lie down with one move, no reason, just so confident.

(End of chapter)