On the side, Wang Baoqiang covered his stomach, even crawled to the wall with a rolling belt, and didn't stand up after beating him to death. The guy who had just gotten up after being knocked down lay down in less than a second.

So many of them were beaten by Ding Xiu alone, and no one believed it when it was spread, but this is the truth.

"Smack!"

At this point, Ding Xiu hooked a man's neck with both hands and slammed his knees upward.

The first and second strokes were blocked by the opponent with their elbows, and the third time broke the defense, with their knees on their stomachs, and their stomach acid was about to vomit.

Wu Jing, who didn't give up, didn't know when he ran behind Ding Xiu, hugged his waist with both hands, and lifted it up hard, wanting to have a hug and fall.

Taking a deep breath, Ding Xiu's body sank, took a horse step, and let Wu be shocked to pull out the willow and urge him not to move, turned around, bent his elbows, and slammed down.

"Plop!"

Wu was shocked to the ground, holding his old waist and humming: "Damn, you are dead, my waist is about to break."

Ding Xiu didn't speak, and after hitting until now, there were few people standing, there was a piece of lying on the ground, and a few people standing were also watching from a distance, not daring to step forward.

"I just feel like you can't do it, be strong."

"Baoqiang, come here."

"I'm not going." Wang Baoqiang shook his head like a rattle.

He was whipped in the leg, and the pain didn't go away, and he really didn't want to experience it a second time. "Come here, big man."

"Brother Xiu, my feet are numb."

"Brother Pingtou."

"Brother Xiu, my stomach hurts."

Ding Xiu counted a few people in a row, but none of them were willing to step forward.

Who dares to do anything with him, it's not a human being to fight, and ten people have not tested the limit together.

"It's a pity." Ding Xiu sighed regretfully.

This is the reason why he doesn't like to fight with others in the past two years, no one can fight, even if ten people go together, they can't force him to use all his strength.

And I don't dare to push too hard, for fear of hurting people, and I am a little timid. "Don't lie on the ground, I'll get you some medicine and wine and wipe it." When the words fell, the people on the ground got up.

I didn't get up before because I didn't dare to get up, and I was afraid of being beaten, so I simply pretended to be dead on the ground, but now I don't have to pretend if I don't fight.

A few minutes later, in the courtyard, a group of big men were shirtless, working in pairs, rubbing medicine and wine for each other. Screams echoed.

Look closely at their bodies, more or less wounded, blue and purple.

There's no way, how can there be a competition that doesn't hurt, even with protective gear, some places still can't be protected, and everyone can't care too much after fighting, and they will go on with their fists.

Ding Xiu sometimes can't hold his hand, and it is inevitable that he will start a little heavier.

Holding an apple in his hand and playing with it, Ding Xiu came to Wu Jing's side and said with a smile: "Brother Jing, it's really too troublesome today, I'll treat you in the evening, let's have a meal together."

Grabbing the apple, Wu took a big bite: "It's a matter of duty, I also want you to spend more time training for me."

Ding Xiu smiled and said, "Good brother, you think so much about me, I will definitely go all out to help you, and I will come according to today's standard every day in the future, I will beat you in the morning, and you will beat me in the afternoon."

The cold wind blew, and everyone looked over. Still fighting?

Forget about being beaten, why do you still fight every day, who can withstand this.

Wu Jing's eyes flashed, it seemed that he didn't convince Ding Xiu, and he couldn't end it in the future, and he brought a dozen brothers to be beaten every day, which was not like words.

Since more than a dozen are not enough, then add people, twenty, thirty, really not fifty, Shisha Sports School is the most lacking is the big man.

"Brother Xiu, you see if this will work, I'll bring more people over tomorrow."

Ding Xiu's eyes lit up: "Okay."

It's not easy to find a sparring partner, ordinary people have a weak physique, not enough for him to fight, and they don't resist beating, the sports school is different, they practice martial arts every day, they can fight skills, and their physique is good.

It's just that he can't transfer these people, and they are not his subordinates. Wu Jing can help him bring people, it is no better.

In the afternoon, in the courtyard, more than a dozen people gathered in a circle to watch Ding Xiu and Wu Jing's sanda fight.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Wu Jing's fierce high-sided leg kicked towards Ding Xiu's head, and Ding Xiu blocked it all with his arms, talking while blocking.

"I can't exert my strength, my toes are a little higher."

"Pay attention to the twisting of the body, the five toes grasp the ground, and the power is transmitted to the calves through the foot halls, and the calves drive the thighs. The lower half of the body drives the upper body, and in an instant it kicks out."

"Strength on the instep."

"Attack the enemy for seven points, keep three points for yourself, don't use all your strength, otherwise once they defend it, they will immediately counterattack your central gap, and you won't have time to defend."

"I'll teach you a combo..."

Ding Xiu teaches not something profound, but a very ordinary way of attacking, leg method, punch method, and simple defense in sanda.

But he can't stand his strong combat experience, and when something very ordinary falls into his hands, it immediately becomes unusual, there are no bells and whistles, and every attack is aimed at the enemy's gap and the key point.

For example, his martial arts theory has a one, small injuries for big injuries, and big injuries for lives.

After listening, the members of the sports school were dumbfounded, and the afternoon of teaching simply opened the door to a new world for them.

The next day, early in the morning, someone came to Ding Xiu's house.

Under the leadership of Wu Jing, thirty men entered the door, with an average age of twenty-five, all of them full of energy, strong and muscular.

At that station, there was a sense of oppression.

Thanks to the yard being big enough, otherwise it wouldn't have been able to accommodate them.

"Charter, I heard that the eight of you were beaten by one of you yesterday, so I'll come over today to see it."

"I don't think people are stars, I'm afraid of hurting, so I don't dare to do it."

"Fart, no matter how afraid you are, you can hit shit out of ten, Ding Xiu is really strong."

"You'll know what a martial arts movie is in a while."

"Ding Xiu is the strongest and most capable of fighting in Chuanwuli Kung Fu that I have ever seen in my life."

"Ten people yesterday, twenty should be able to do it today."

"Quiet, here."

Today's Ding Xiu's face was full of red light, he was very happy, and his blood was boiling before the fight started.

After greeting everyone, they were divided into teams of fifteen, each wearing protective gear. Hit thirty at once, and he wasn't so arrogant.

Thirty people, the yard is almost full, and no one can withstand it if they rush up.

Wu Jing took the camera and stood on the stone table excitedly to record the video, this kind of big scene is rare, and it may only be once in a lifetime.

"Up!"

I don't know who roared, and fifteen big men rushed towards Ding Xiu together.

Some of the people in this team just came today, and they have heard that Ding Xiu is powerful, but they don't believe in evil. One dozen ten, is it possible, obviously impossible, what a...

"Wow!"

The first figure flew out first, lying on the ground and moaning. With the first, the second followed.

There are a lot of people today, Ding Xiu doesn't dare to stay, otherwise he will definitely lose. On the premise of not being a killer, he played to his full strength.

In the face of fifteen martial arts practitioners, it was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep to kill in all directions, elbows, fists, legs, knees, and every joint of his body was his weapon.

Under his fist, someone screamed every second.

It's not like yesterday when someone was beaten down and could get up to fight the second and third battles, and there are very few people who get up again after lying down today.

Another group of fifteen people watching the battle were responsible for treating the wounded, and when one fell, they were helped to the side, and in less than five minutes, Ding Xiu was left standing.

I saw his lips open, panting slightly.

Don't look at Ding Xiu like no one, in fact, he also received a lot of punches and kicks, and was almost overwhelmed by their crowd tactics twice.

Taking a few deep breaths, Ding Xiu beckoned, "Next batch."

Wu Jing's face was solemn, holding the camera in one hand, and waving forward with the other:

"Up." Today's Ding Xiu is a little different, the person is still the same person, but the momentum is more sufficient.

That's right, it's momentum.

Master Wu Bing had mentioned this thing to him before, and he had seen it, and it was not mysterious.

The big fried hair in the fight is also a kind of momentum, and the two men fight and get on fire, and the momentum is different. Dante's momentum is not the same as theirs.

After the first round, he just stood there, his eyes were overwhelming, like an angry lion, he didn't dare to let people approach, and his heart was furious.

Lei Yi

"Plop!"

"It's fierce."

"Ah! My legs, brother, be merciful."

"Brothers, he's going to be dead soon, come on."

"Day, Lao Tzu is no longer playing."

"!"

Three minutes after the start of the battle, the second group of people were beaten to the discouragement, and they hid to the side one by one, unable to move forward alive or dead, and a few buddies who were lying down were quickly pulled away.

Seeing this scene, Wu was shocked and speechless, he knew that he was frightened, and there was no need to fight anymore.

Don't blame them, he himself was scared.

I just finished fighting a team of fifteen people, how can I still fight fifteen people again, and the more I fight, the more courageous I become.

"I'm sorry, it's a bit heavy." Ding Xiu walked up to an injured person, raised the other person's arm, pulled and pulled, and the dislocated arm recovered.

After looking around, there are no serious injuries, and you can live after a few days of rest.

"Brother Xiu, you have a nosebleed." Wang Baoqiang took a tissue and gave it to Ding Xiu and pointed to his nose.

Ding Xiu wiped it lightly, it was really, he was too high, and he didn't pay attention.

It seems that there was indeed a punch in the nose.

It's not just his nose, the corners of his mouth, and several punches in his head, which will be red.

The calves and thighs were swept in, and there was also a little tingling, and I don't know how many new bruises.

"Brother Xiu, do you accept apprentices, I want to practice with you."

A lame young man ran to Ding Xiu and said.

Hearing this, the air suddenly quieted down, and dozens of heads looked at Ding Xiu in unison.

Compared with Ding Xiuyi, the teachers of the sports school are weak, and most of the things they teach are the acting methods of competition performances, and they have no actual combat ability.

If you can follow Ding to practice martial arts, what kind of sports school will you go to?

After practicing for a year and a half, playing four or five ordinary people is not like playing. It is not necessary to become a martial arts master in the future.

This group of them have been practicing martial arts since childhood, and it is false to say that they have no love for martial arts, who has not dreamed of becoming a master can have this opportunity to realize their dreams, and who wants to miss it.

Ding Xiu looked at the guy in front of him: "Do you know eight extremes?"

He had a little impression that this guy had used Baji Boxing when he fought with him, and it was the kind of performance Baji in the sports school, as soon as he stomped his feet, before he could breathe, he was swept to his thighs with a kick, lying on the ground and screaming.

The young man scratched the back of his head and smiled, "I practice the Wu Eight Extremes."

His Bajiquan was taught by the teacher of the sports school, not only him, but most of the people who came today have learned Bajiquan, after all, it is a famous boxing.

This year, many junior brothers and sisters have practiced relatively well. But compared with Ding Xiu's eight poles, there is a world of difference.

Good guys, that's called a rattling, fists, elbows and knees, the three-plate axe hit them to the ground, and the force is too strong.

Today, even if the teacher from the sports school comes, I'm afraid I won't be able to stand an elbow.

Holding the young man's hand, Ding Xiu said, "Just accept the apprentices, and if you have time, let's communicate together."

The corners of Wu Jing's mouth twitched, he was sure that the exchange that Ding Xiu said was like this nine times out of ten, and a group of people used him as a sandbag.

The so-called free time is when he is idle and not filming, maybe there are two or three opportunities a year.

"I'm sorry, I was abrupt."

The young man blushed and said, "Another day, I will come to the door with the apprenticeship ceremony."

The real kung fu is covered, who has nothing to spread to the outside world, and opens his mouth to apprentice in public

, people will definitely not do it, and they will not go on face.

Buy a gift another day and invite a famous teacher from the school to come over to look formal.

Ding Xiu smiled and refused again: "I really don't plan to accept apprentices."

Back then, Bao Qiang didn't teach him when he wanted to learn, including Wu Jing these days.

Martial arts is a killing technique, what do you teach to do, once you break the law, you will not be able to enter it for the rest of your life. What he taught Wu Jing was just ordinary fighting techniques, and it didn't include the killing moves he had learned.

Just look at the dozens of pairs of straight hooked eyes at the scene, you can accept one today, and those who come to the door to apprentice in the future can break through the threshold.

With kung fu, these people ran to fight fiercely, and finally made things more than worth the losses, hurt him, and ruined the family, and the young man disappointed, and said with a forced smile: "Disturb Master Ding more in the future."

patted him on the shoulder, Ding Xiu said, "Just call my brother, Master Ding is not used to it."

"Brother Xiu."

"Well, let's rest first, and at noon, I'll ask the assistant to order a few more tables of wine and food and drink together."

Back in the room, Ding Xiu took a bath, changed his clothes, looked at the bruises and purple on his body, and grinned in pain. But today I played very comfortably, the most comfortable in history, it was like a stuffy fight in my chest, and I was comfortable.

At noon, the courtyard is bustling with activity.

Everyone drank and chatted at the same time, and the atmosphere was very good.

"It's not that I'm bragging, Brother Xiu took two punches from me, and I resisted his fist at that time, and I didn't withdraw half a step, and when I went up, Bang Bang was two punches."

"And me, my shadowless leg swept Brother Xiu's lower plate, it was my leg that gave you a chance to attack."

"Okay, don't blow it, if I hadn't strangled his neck from behind, you would have *** turned over a long time ago."

"Fart, it's obviously my neck."

"Senior brother recorded a video, take it and take a look... ....」

The video was in Wu Jing's hand, the whole process was recorded, and it was put on the table again, and everyone was like watching a movie, and their first reaction was that they were fierce.

As the old saying goes, there is Tai Chi in the text, and there are eight poles in the martial arts. It is also said that Tai Chi does not go out for ten years, and Ba Ji kills people a year.

Either way, it shows the ferocity of Bajiquan, but over the years, there are few real masters, and most of the active ones are liars.

As a result, the common people say that traditional martial arts cannot be played.

If you take this video out, I don't know how many people's jaws will be shocked.