was recognized, Ding Xiu generously put away his mask and hat, and threw his fists towards everyone.

It's a matter of time before he is recognized, and wearing a hat and a mask is for fear of causing a commotion among fans at school, but he has nothing to worry about in the face of these people.

"Hello Brother Xiu, I'm your fan, what have you been filming recently?" "Brother Xiu, is it true or false that you single-handedly challenged the eight major sects on Hong Kong Island?" "Ding Xiu, I heard that you are very dragged, do you dare to fight with me?"

"Teacher Ding, I'm proficient in Baji Wing Chun and Tan Leg Hung Boxing, can I act with you? Give me a chance, I'm no worse than Li Lianjie."

"Brother go aside, Brother Xiu, is your company still bad, I'll be a stand-in for you."

The last second was full of gunpowder, and the next second the scene changed, looking at the fanatical eyes of these people, Ding Xiu was a little worried, for fear that these two hundred people would rush up at once.

He only knew that he had many fans in the film and television industry, but he didn't expect people in the martial arts circle to be so enthusiastic.

It seems that there is still too little attention paid to this circle.

It's no wonder that Ding Xiu is like this, when he first stepped into the entertainment industry, he made money, and he paid little attention to things other than making money.

The martial arts circle is too scattered, there are too many sects, more exaggerated than the thirteen Taibao in Jiangsu, in a province, there are dozens of sects, and no one obeys anyone.

Some masters are still packaged, and they have no actual combat experience at all, and over time, Ding Xiu has little interest, and he rarely shows his head in this area.

Unless it's an occasional hobby, he doesn't do thankless work.

"Silence!" "Quiet!"

"Please be quiet, and if you make any more noise, you will be disqualified!"

The referee shouted a few times with a dark face and finally had a little effect, and everyone slowly returned to the team, only to betray their mood by turning their heads to look behind them from time to time.

"Master Ding, stand in front."

Seeing that these people didn't have the heart to listen to the rules, the referee had no choice but to call Ding Xiu to the front.

Ding Xiu stepped out from behind, strode to the front and stood, his sixth sense telling him that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at the back of his head.

The heart is not like a man's back, but a chrysanthemum is tight.

Anyone who is stared at by one or two hundred big men in the back is probably the same idea.

"The competition is divided into three days, and we will give you a work tag for the competition later, with the corresponding numbers on it, and the first round of adjacent odds and doubles is a group of two, for example, if you are the number one, then you will be in a group with the number two, and the number three and the number four will be in a group, and this column will be pushed."

"The same is true for those who advance to the second round, according to the adjacent numbers as a group, for example, you are the number one, but the number two and number three are eliminated, and the number four is still there, then you will be compared with the number four, rest assured, we have staff to count the numbers in each round and notify you before the game."

"There are a few points I need to emphasize, although it is a competition, friendship comes first, you must not hurt people, you must not hit the fatal part, you must unconditionally obey the referee's whistle, stop when you stop, ......

"Now, all of you swear to me together, I say a word, you say a word, promote Chinese martial arts, inherit the good character of martial artists.....

The process before the official start of the game is very formal, Ding Xiu is the first time to participate, which is quite innovative, and in the oath process, all the referees also spoke together, but their words are different from others.

They are based on justice, fairness, and openness, and do not deceive, cover-up, or be partial.

After the oath was taken, the No. 1 referee also warned everyone that they should abide by the rules on campus and not influence, harass students, cause chaos on campus, and violators will be kicked out of the game.

When he said this, he also glanced at Ding Xiu a few times, and Ding Xiu was a little depressed. Harassing students, is he that kind of person?

The game will start for a while, Ding Xiu hung the work card he received around his neck, which said 038, and it was not his turn for the time being, he came to the referee's seat, Xu Haofeng's side.

"Who's the old man, isn't it a little aimed at me?"

Xu Haofeng coughed and whispered, "Big brother, don't you know how to look at it, there is a famous brand in front of you, Wujiang."

"I know it's Wu Jiang, I don't know it, I'll introduce it."

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"Don't be dead, don't look at the old man's old age, his seniority is very high, you are also a scholar of the Eight Extremes, and you may have to call Master in front of him."

"Oh, tell me."

"Bajiquan has a heritage, and it is currently recognized that the most complete inheritance is Wu Lao's branch, he is the authentic Baji, belonging to the seventh generation, Cangzhou knows, there is a place called Mengcun, known as Bajiwo......

When it comes to Bajiquan, you can't get around Mengcun Baji, and Mengcun Baji can't get around Wujiang.

Since the early 80s, Wujiang has been a business card of Bajiquan, receiving martial arts groups and martial arts enthusiasts from more than a dozen countries such as Japan, the United States, South Korea, Britain, and Germany, and has been invited to give lectures in many countries more than 30 times, carrying forward Bajiquan.

Now Wu Jiang's identity is the vice president of the local provincial martial arts association, a professor of the sports institute, a national senior coach, and a martial arts eighth dan.

If you say that you are a cow, forget it, Wujiang is also full of protégés, many of these protégés have become famous, some of them are national first-class martial artists, martial arts teachers of Beijing Sports University, principals of ancient martial arts schools, and so on.

Comparing the modern martial arts circle to martial arts, then Wu Jiang is almost the position of the head of the Wuyue Sword School.

"So powerful?" Ding Xiu's eyes shone brightly: "Is he very capable of fighting?" Xu Haofeng's face darkened: "Sixty-year-old man, are you embarrassed?"

Boxing is afraid of being less strong, no matter how powerful he is when he is young, he can't do it when he is old, Wu Jiang is sixty years old, and his strength is not as good as before, Ding Xiu is not good at winning martial arts with others.

There is no face if you lose, and there is a shame when you win.

If there is another bump in the middle, it will be a big deal.

Hehe, with a smile, Ding Xiu said, "You said that his student is very good, did he come today, I will get to know him."

What's the point of beating young people, these people on the referee's bench are about the same, since they can be referees, they must also have two brushes.

Except for Xu Haofeng.

This guy is very good at kung fu, and when he talks about martial arts, he knows everything about martial arts, and he knows everything about what school and what kung fu is, and what the essence is.

However, I can't hit it, and I don't have warmth.

"Yes, that is." Xu Haofeng pointed to a middle-aged man in the referee's seat and said, "Liu Xiaoyun, studied under Wu Jiang, a national first-class martial artist, and a teacher of the martial arts department of the University of Physical Education."

Following his gaze, Ding Xiu shook his head: "What I want is a real practitioner."

It's just that a big push of the title is useless, and people who can spend their time in this area still have time to practice martial arts?

"Heh, I haven't finished speaking, he is also the vice president of the Cangzhou Taekwondo Association, the head coach of the Swiss Boxing Kung Fu School, and a guest professor of taekwondo at Korea General University."

"At the 4th International Traditional Wushu Competition last year, he participated in six events and won six firsts, including the first place in Bajiquan, the first in Zilonggun, the first in Meteor Hammer, the first in sparring and the first in Sanshou."

"In March this year, he won three championships in the international martial arts community on Hong Kong Island, including Bajiquan, Spearmanship and Sparring."

Xu Haofeng lowered his voice and said, "Liu Xiaoyun practiced martial arts at the age of eight, and has been fighting in actual combat and taolu competitions for more than 30 years, and is one of the few people in the martial arts world today who can play hard."

"Actually, even if you don't ask, I'll introduce you to you."

It is undeniable that there are many fake masters in the current circle, and there are very few people with real talents, but there are always them, and most of these people's kung fu is inherited.

Unlike those who became monks halfway, their own inheritance is incomplete, their playing methods and practice methods are not even, the master has never fought in actual combat in his life, and the disciples he taught will not be able to fight, and the disciples of his disciples are still the same, and kung fu has become fitness gymnastics.

Mengcun's eight poles are still very perfect, there are many things that can be learned, and many of the older generation have a fighting style in their hands, and they are also handed over to their apprentices before they die.

Liu Xiaoyun himself is a very smart person, and after learning the true legend of the Eight Extremes from Wu Jiang, he did not rest on his laurels, but constantly communicated with other masters, and even went to learn sanda to absorb the strengths of others.

That is, a harmonious society, if it was in ancient times, this kind of person would not be what it is now, born in troubled times, either to be a thief or to go to the battlefield to gallop the field.

"Interesting." Xu Haofeng

Saying this, Ding Xiu became interested.

Liu Xiaoyun was looking down at the student information in his hand, and he noticed that someone was looking at him, and he glanced at Ding Xiu with a warlike gaze.

With half-squinted eyes, Liu Xiaoyun smiled and nodded, which was regarded as a greeting.

He knew Ding Xiu.

The only eight-pole master in the entertainment industry, once used the eight-level collapse to knock out the Sanda boxing champion, and later single-handedly challenged the eight major schools on Hong Kong Island, and also used eight-pole boxing.

In March, he competed in martial arts on Hong Kong Island and listened to those men describe Mr. Ting's fight.

To be honest, it's exaggerated, and it feels like listening to a story.

If it weren't for the fact that it was a senior brother of Hong Kong Island Bajiquan who spoke, he would have wanted to give each other two big mouths.

If you fight a dozen people alone, you can still send people flying a few meters away, and talk to him about fasting?

The problem is that there are not one or two people who say this, at the beginning of the battle, there were many people present, which can prove that Ding Xiu is powerful, he privately asked a few questions, and the result was similar.

So, his interest came up.

In this Bajiquan competition, Xu Haofeng brought up Ding Xiu's name, saying that he wanted him to be one of the referees, but he didn't want to express his support, the main purpose was to meet him for a while.

"Irrelevant people retreat to the audience, No. 1, No. 2, please go on, No. 3 and No. 4 meet at No. 2, No. 5, No. 6, No. 7, No. 8 put on protective gear and get ready."

Ding Xiu originally wanted to go over to say hello, but was interrupted by the referee's whistle, and the game began.

He could only retreat to the audience to watch the game.

"Brother, until the point, be merciful." "You're welcome, talk to each other."

"Take."

"Senior brother is amazing, where are the eight poles, I will invite you to eat later." "I'm Suzhou Ah Lian, who is with you as a senior brother."

Although it is a confrontation match, it is still very harmonious on the whole, no one is rushing to fight desperately, it is all to the point, and some can be friends after the fight.

Ding Xiu shook his head in the first few games. It's not bloody at all.

In a fist-to-flesh competition, there was no nosebleed after a game, and the winner was often separated by a few moves, which was too amateurish.

In the referee's seat, Liu Xiaoyun clasped his hands in front of his chest, noticed Ding Xiu's shaking of his head, and the corners of his mouth curled.

This level of competition is really nothing to look at, it's too pediatric.

With the passage of time, Ding Xiu's drowsiness was almost obvious, there were a few good fights in the middle, someone put the opponent down in one round, he had a lot of experience in martial arts, and he had a foundation in sanda and taekwondo.

"038,039 players wear protective gear, get ready." "Brother Xiu, it's your turn."

"Hmm."

Ding Xiu, who was holding his chin, hummed lightly, got up and got off the field, and put on the protective gear of the player who had just come down, a crotch guard, a chest guard, and a head guard.

In the audience, the focus was once again focused on Ding Xiu.

Legends are legends after all, and no one has ever actually seen the star make a move. Whether it's a mule or a horse, you'll know right away.

Taking off his shoes, Ding Xiu came to the field barefoot, and the opponent was a man in his thirties, with a beard, blazing eyes, and tendon meat.

"Big star Ding Xiu, I've been thinking I've been meeting you for a long time."

As he spoke, the big man's fingers and skulls crackled, and he was full of laughter. He is the group of people who don't believe that Ding Xiu can fight.

If you beat Ding Xiu up today, I don't know if it will be in the news when I look back, and he will become famous from then on.

"As you wish." Ding Xiu clenched his fists and arched his hands.

The referee stood between the two, frowned when he heard this, and said to the big man: "The rules have been said before, I don't want to repeat them, if you violate it, you will bear the consequences."

Anyone who meets Ding Xiu, a big star, will have a desire to win, which is normal, and I am afraid that some people will be enthusiastic and will not be able to control the fight.

"Are you ready?"

"Three, two, one, ready, go!"

The corners of the big man's mouth grinned behind his ears, and he could already imagine the appearance of Ding Xiu's blue nose and swollen face later, back

When the media interviewed him, he was humble, saying that he only used three points of strength.

I don't know if I beat Ding Xiu too badly, and whether he will be cyberbullied by his fans. "Whew!"

Suddenly, the big man's eyes caught a glimpse of a black shadow coming towards him, and before he could react, with the whistling sound in his ears, a whip leg was slapped on the head, and the world suddenly spun.

It's like drinking too much, the man can't stand steadily, he staggers when he walks, and he just can't stand upright and fall down.

Ding Xiu sighed, stepped forward and pushed the other party's chest. "Smack!"

The big man fell to the ground, his body was in a large shape, and his eyes were still foggy.

There was silence throughout.

Onlookers Qing, at that moment just now, they all saw clearly, Ding Xiu's movements were very fast, the whip leg swept, and he kicked the person over, and it was less than a second before and after.

The action is very simple, and it can't be said to be very powerful, but there is a dish on the opposite side, and there is no defense at all, so it is a special smirk.

"038 wins, next group."

Taking off the protective gear, Ding Xiu returned to the audience, Zhao Liying intimately handed over the thermos cup and said with a smile:

"Brother Xiu is awesome."

"Basic operation, low-key."

There was only one kick in the whole process, and the warm-up was not counted, so it was not interesting.

Ten minutes later, the big man who had been kicked unconscious woke up for a while, arguing with the referee.

"The young man doesn't talk about martial arts, and when I didn't pay attention to the sneak attack, I snapped at the time, and soon, I was so careless, I didn't flash, and if I did it again, it would definitely not be the result, and I applied for a rematch......

Wu Jiang rolled his eyes, he didn't want to pay attention to this person, what is a sneak attack, is it still ready to start shouting before 321 starts?

If you don't have the skills to lose, forget it, why are you still messing around.