"Gossip black, be careful."

After reminding this sentence, the girl's attack followed, with both hands in the palms, focusing on Ding Xiu's vital points, cheeks, chin, and ribs.

The feet are not idle, and the kicks are all key parts, which are all the weaknesses of men like ***.

Ding Xiu put one hand behind his back, dismantled the move with one hand, took a few steps back and forward from time to time, and commented in his mouth: "Bagua palm practice is good, a little talent, but I am not good at learning, if I can work hard for three or five years, I should be able to enter the hall."

Entering the house, this is a high evaluation given by Ding Xiu.

If you want to practice kung fu, it is impossible to get started without ten years or eight years, but the entry is just an entry, and you are not proficient yet, and the threshold of this industry is in it.

He Xiaoyu's gossip has already been introduced, and it can be seen that what he learned is authentic, and his breathing and attack methods are all real, which is different from those half-people outside.

Her talent is good, not to mention girls, she is an ordinary man, and it takes a lot of time to practice to this point. If He Xiaoyu is willing to endure hardships and study, it will not be difficult to practice to enter the house after three or five years.

After entering the room, you should ponder the strength, this thing Ding Xiu is not easy to say, whether it is a master or not, it depends on whether he can exert his strength, many people have practiced all their lives without practicing strength, and some people have it in their twenties and thirties.

It takes talent, but also chance, luck.

I remember that in my previous life, I practiced my strength because of a life-and-death battle, and I had strength when I fought. In this life, I am step-by-step, drawing a scoop according to the gourd, and walking is easier than in the previous life.

"If you don't fight, it's boring, I can't beat you." He Xiaoyu withdrew his hand and panted slightly. Ding Xiu arched his hand: "Accept, remember to settle the account."

Today's first million arrived, this money is really easy to make, much faster than filming.

Brushing the scattered green silk in front of his forehead, He Xiaoyu's chest rose and fell, and he crossed his waist and said, "I know, I will give it to you, hey, how did you practice, you practiced so well at such a young age?"

She is not only a scholar, but also known as a genius on the road to martial arts, a set of palm techniques that others learn in a month, and she can be familiar with the road in seven or eight days. And her martial arts competition is never a step-by-step move, but has her own understanding and way of attacking.

In addition, if you don't need money, you can ask a famous teacher for guidance, and she has a good gossip attainment in her twenties, and she doesn't pay attention to two or three big men. But I didn't expect to be deflated here by Ding Xiu, and I abused her with one hand.

Before making a move, she had watched Ding Xiu's two martial arts competitions, although she knew that she would lose, she didn't expect to lose so badly.

Ding Xiu said lightly: "Little sister, my brother is not small."

Wu covered his face, turned his head and pretended not to know Ding Xiu, and he was still open on such a serious occasion, and he also knew that Ding Xiu could do it.

"Hmph, stinky man." With a cold snort, He Xiaoyu ran to the side table angrily, picked up the teacup and poured a cup for himself, and poured it into his mouth.

After drinking, his eyes secretly glanced at Ding Xiu, wanting to see which one else stood up below.

It's impossible to lose the plaque if you lose, and there are a lot of martial arts halls that can come up with a million, just to see if they have the guts to end up.

After a few games, Ding Xiu's strength is obvious to all, he is definitely a master among the masters, ordinary disciples don't go up to join in the fun, and the uncles and uncles can try it out.

However, relying on his high seniority and old age, it is a shame to win, and it is even more embarrassing to lose. "I'll ask for advice."

On the second floor, another man came down, in a white martial arts suit, with a black ribbon around his waist, and his signature karate. Ding Xiu shook his head slowly: "You can't."

It's really not that he looks down on this martial arts, as a modern fight, karate is one of the sports, and when he goes to the ring, he can't hit in many places, and there are many rules.

This is very similar to sanda, taekwondo, etc.

The more professional fighters you are, the more fights you have fought, and the more you will suffer against your opponents.

Years of muscle memory allow you to subconsciously avoid the opponent's vital parts when you make a hit.

Kung fu is a killing skill, you don't even have the consciousness to hit the vital point, no matter how powerful kung fu is, after all, it is just exercise, used to strengthen the body. "I'll give a million." The man said, holding up his index finger.

"Cauldron, please."

Ding Xiu immediately changed his face, and he was so enthusiastic that he couldn't do it.

This is the atmosphere of meeting friends with martial arts, I was impulsive before, the more this kind of wealth boy, the better, it is best to have a continuous stream, he can fight until dark. "Please!" The man crossed his hands, shouted, bowed politely, clenched his hands into fists, and slid down to Ding Xiu's body.

After a few careful glances, the man seemed to have found a flaw, and raised his foot and swept towards Ding Xiu's head. Almost at the same time, Ding Xiu's body was short, twisted his waist, and kicked sideways.

The two legs intersected, and the karate man's feet fell into the air, resting on the top of Ding Xiu's head, and Ding Xiu's foot kicked the opponent's chin. didn't say anything about wearing protective measures, as soon as he kicked out, Ding Xiu could hear the impact of his feet and chin, and the collision of his lower and upper teeth.

"Bang!"

With a kick in the chin, the karate man leaned back and lay down straight, his mouth was full of blood, and his neat martial arts uniform was red.

The paramedics came to the rescue and broke open his mouth, and the two rows of teeth were bare.

At this point, there are no more people in the hall on the first floor who dare to make a move, and many martial arts halls on the second floor are also retreating. "Anything else?"

"This time I've got one hand."

"Don't miss it when you pass by, you can't buy a million at a loss, and you can't be fooled if you can't buy a million." "The karate that I just carried down, remember to go back and settle the account."

No matter how Ding Xiu called the device, no one moved, and he sighed, who had missed hundreds of millions, and finally stepped on the stairs to the second floor. When he came to the staircase, he saw that there were many acquaintances on it, and there were many people just now, so he didn't pay attention to it.

On the second floor, there are Cheng Long, Cheng Xiaodong, Yuan Bing and others. "Brother Long, I'm bothering you again."

"Fight well, make friends with martial arts, don't worry." "Director Cheng, Brother Bing, drink at night, I'll please."

"Nonsense, you've made millions here, who are you going to kill if you don't kill you?" "Elder Wu, it's hard to come from afar."

"Come on, don't embarrass the mainland."

When Ding Xiu was still greeting at the staircase, in the hall on the first floor, there were already internal ghosts who passed the news to the outside media. One to ten, ten to hundred, and after a while everyone knew.

"Cai Li Fo's descendant Ma Qiang was knocked out on the court, where is Ding Xiu sacred?" "Cai Li Fo is about to take off the plaque, is Ding Xiu confident or rampant?"

"Hongquan boss Xie Shankui lost the second game and voluntarily withdrew from the rivers and lakes, can Ding Xiu, who fought twice in a row, clear the customs?"

", the mainland boy is fierce enough, hasn't the big guy come out to stop him, if he is beaten through the eight families, he won't have to mix in the future." "Don't worry, everyone, someone will clean him up, just wait to see the show."

"Gossip He Xiaoyu played, Ding Xiu finished abusing with one hand, and the other party left a million."

"Three consecutive wins, even if he loses later, Ding Xiu is enough, who dares to say that he is bad." "Four wins in a row, the karate boss has been carried to the hospital."

"I, Nima, is so stubborn, no wonder I dare to accept the tactics of the Eight Great Martial Arts Halls, there is indeed something." "Wing Chun shivers!"

Ding Xiu's appointment with the Eight Great Martial Arts Halls, it can be said that there were twists and turns, he didn't know Wing Chun at first, and he fought against other disciples in private, and one person overturned a few.

Who knew that the little one came to the old one, the head of the house, the owner of the hall spoke, saying that he bullied the small with the big, there was a kind of one-on-one, and he also made a reward of 500,000 yuan. Ding Xiu is not lagging behind here, and a million Lao Tzu will appear.

Over there, the prize money was raised to a million.

On the day of the battle, everyone was waiting for Ding Xiu to turn over, who knew that when the news came out, Ding Xiu played four times in a row, and the word of mouth flipped all of a sudden.

Many netizens are waiting for him to clear the customs.

In the Internet era, information exploded, and the news from Hong Kong Island soon spread to the mainland, and Ding Xiu's fans couldn't sit still and supported online one after another. Compared with Hong Kong Island, the mainland is his territory, and he has many more fans, and his momentum is huge in an instant.

Whenever Ding Xiu wins a game, there is a craze on the Internet, and some people even open a market, betting that he can fight a few times, and which of the eight martial arts halls will hit the street. Wang Baoqiang, Huang Bo and others are celebrities in the end, and it is not easy to support them openly, and they are also waving their flags and shouting on the Internet with a small account.

"Brother Xiu

Cattle pike, fuck it."

"Give them a taste of what Bajiquan is." "Brother Xiu, I will always support you, up!"

"Come back and ask you to drink, win a game and drink for a week." "Niu Pi, I won again, worthy of you."

...... "Quan Zhen, Zhang Xiong."

"Willing to fight for a million, Master Ding, I want to compare weapons in this game."

Ding Xiu went up to the second floor, and the people in the hall on the first floor followed, and as soon as he came in, he saw a good show, Zhang Xiong, the real head of the house, wanted to beat Ding Xiu, and compared it to weapons.

Hearing the Quan Zhen, many people thought it was the Quan Zhen in martial arts, yes and no.

Quanzhen has a history of more than 800 years, and there are many branches, and each school learns differently, some chant and meditate, and some pick a kung fu to set up another mountain gate. Zhang Xiong in front of him is the latter.

One hand of the dragon gate dog stick is very good, and the other stick is in the hand, and once beat a group of people with their heads and rats. This time he competed with Ding Xiu in martial arts, but he was confident.

He watched the first few rounds, and after analyzing it, the consensus was that Ding Xiu's Bajiquan furnace Chen Qing had rich fighting skills and experience, and he was also proficient in leg skills.

However, one cannot do everything.

Everyone unanimously felt that the weapon should be Ding Xiu's shortcoming, and this wave they are not competing with fists and feet, and they are competing with martial arts, to see how Ding Xiu wins. "Okay, better than what kind of weapon?" Ding Xiu asked.

The second floor was much more spacious than the first floor, and the tables, chairs, and benches were all removed, leaving a large space with weapon racks and weapons on the side. "Let's compare sticks." Zhang Xiong picked up his commonly used dog beating stick and said.

The dog-beating stick is one meter two or three long, the baby's arm is thick, and there are uneven tree bumps on it. In the ancient battlefield, the mace was specially used for armor piercing, and once you went down, the bones were shattered.

Although Zhang Xiong's dog-beating stick is not as powerful as a mace, it is known from the slurry and heavy weight on it that it is also uncomfortable to hit the body, and it is certain that it hurts the muscles and bones.

This wave is much more dangerous than the previous ones. If you accidentally hit it on the head, you will die.

However, at the level of Ding Xiu and Zhang Xiong, if they want to control their weapons not to hurt people's lives, they can still do it. "You're smart." Ding Xiu smiled, came to the weapon rack, and chose a Qinglong Glaive Knife.

Everyone couldn't stand it, the corners of their mouths twitched wildly, and they couldn't help but say loudly: "Master Ding, Master Zhang uses a wooden stick, it's not appropriate for you to use a machete, right?" With such a Qinglong Glaive Knife, who would dare to use it?

The firepower is not equal at all.

Not to mention the Qinglong Glaive Knife, it is a mountain knife that falls into the hands of ordinary young people, and young people may have the confidence to do Tyson. "Just kidding, no." Ding Xiu put down the Qinglong Yanyue Knife and took a Qi Mei stick in his hand: "This is always okay, right?" "Yes."

There was a dog beating stick at the scene, and Ding Xiu was not allowed to use a knife, and he would definitely not be allowed to use a sword and a spear, but nothing was used by the family, which was really unreasonable.

The Qi Mei stick is one of the few weapons that can be chosen.

If this is not used, Ding Xiu can only do it empty-handed, and the reputation of the eight martial arts halls is gone, and he can't afford to lose people. "Master Zhang, is it okay?" Qi Mei pestle, Ding Xiu asked Zhang Xiong.

Zhang Xiong said solemnly, "Yes."

With that, he held the dog beating stick with both hands, slowly raised it in front of him, and supported it with his left arm.

The stick is an old object, very heavy, no different from the iron one, and it is tiring for him to beat himself with others the whole time. Kicking the bottom of the stick with one foot, Ding Xiu also held the stick with both hands: "Then I'm not welcome, let's shout to start." Wu Bing stood up and said in a deep voice, "Three, two, one, start!"

"Smack!"

As soon as the words fell, Ding Xiu's stick fell towards the top of Zhang Xiong's head, and Zhang Xiong raised the dog beating stick and picked it up. The two sticks collided, and Ding Xiu's stick was bounced off, and the top was cracked.

", you're not an ordinary stick." Ding Xiu looked at the cracked Qi Mei stick and said.

Zhang Xiong's stick was as hard as an iron rod, and he felt it when he touched it, otherwise it wouldn't have broken his eyebrow stick. "Master Ding, you can't afford to lose, don't make excuses."

"What people practice is beating dogs, this is a person

As we all know, you won't want to cheat." "His dog-beating stick is hard, your eyebrow stick is long, in the end, everyone will not suffer."

As the person concerned, Zhang Xiong did not speak with a dark face, fortunately his face was already dark, otherwise he would definitely panic. Only he knows that this competition is unfair, and he does have an advantage in weapons.

Ding Xiu is only the first time, and then as long as he smashes down with two sticks, if Ding Xiu dares to block it with a Qi Mei stick, it will break after a few strokes.

When the time comes, Ding Xiu will fight with his bare hands, what will he fight?

"Okay, okay, make do." Ding Xiu stepped on the front end of the Qi Mei stick, turned the stick into a short stick of 1.5 meters, and then held the tail with both hands. This is a gesture to hold a knife.

The others couldn't understand it, but Wu Jing and Wu Bing could see it, and the two had seen Ding Xiu's weapon strength. Ordinary people may think that Ding Xiu's boxing method is powerful, but they don't know that the knife method is a must.

The knife is deadly, murderous, fast and ruthless, wide open and close. "Smack!"

This time, it's another stick, no, or a knife. From the bottom to the top, he slashed Zhang Xiong's dog-beating stick against the robe.

All of a sudden, the stick in Zhang Xiong's hand almost came out of his hand.