Arching his hand towards Ding Xiu, the other party said with a wry smile: "Li Ting, I have been learning Bajiquan for eight years, and I don't have much actual combat experience, so Teacher Ding is merciful."

Eight years, not a novice, but not very senior either.

Among these people today, there are many people who have practiced for more than ten or twenty years. "You're welcome." Ding Xiu clenched his fists: "I will be measured."

Li Ting, whose name is a little delicate, and his appearance is also very delicate, Ding Xiu is not impressed by him, mainly because he left early yesterday and didn't pay much attention to the second half.

When we met for the first time today, he may have been impressed by such a delicate face and a pair of rough hands.

To tell the truth, if you cover your face and just look at these hands, you will believe that he is a practitioner with rich experience in martial arts and has practiced children's skills since childhood.

Li Ting smiled shyly: "Thank you, don't slap your face, I'll go back to filming." "Are you an actor too?"

"Hengdian runs a special contract, playing some small roles without a name, and he is not an actor." "Where, there are no small roles, only small actors, they are all mixed food."

"Thank you, Mr. Ding, for your encouragement."

"You're older than me, don't call it that, I don't want to listen to it." "Then I'll call you Brother Xiu, I'm also your fan."

"Okay."

"Ahem." Seeing that the two were chatting, the referee interrupted them with a dry cough, and let the conversation continue, there is no need to do anything today, just listen to them: "Prepare."

"Three-two-one, begin!"

"Brother Xiu, I'm here."

Stretching out those big hands, Li Ting's face was serious, his fists were clenched, and he attacked Ding Xiu, and when he approached, he snorted coldly, stepped down with a heavy foot, and handed out his fists with a sound of breaking through the air.

With such a flawed boxing technique, Ding Xiu believed that Li Ting really had no actual combat experience.

But if you often find someone to compete, and you have a master to teach, you won't be like this. I don't know how I got to the third round.

Ding Xiu was embarrassed to dodge, leaned up with his right hand, ready to bounce his fist away, and make a quick decision.

In the referee's seat, Wu Jiang's master and apprentice smiled.

Liu Xiaoyun said, "Master, this time Ding Xiu has to be planted."

The same scene happened once yesterday, Li Ting, who had little actual combat experience, punched an ordinary punch at the opponent, and then the opponent fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth on the spot, and almost fainted.

"I can't plant it, but I guess it's not comfortable." Wu Jiang shook his head and said, "Taking a punch is still within the tolerance range for Ding Xiu."

"Bang!"

Ding Xiu did not bounce off Li Ting's fist, but was broken through the defense by the fist, and he was punched firmly in the chest.

Taking two steps back, Ding Xiu's face was a little red, and he slowly exhaled a breath from his mouth, as if he had seen a ghost, and scolded, "!"

The moment the two hands touched, he felt it, the opponent's fist was strong, indestructible, and caught off guard.

Fortunately, he breathed a sigh of relief in a hurry, and the muscles in his chest tensed, blocking most of the force.

Otherwise, if it is realized, even his physical fitness will have to be uncomfortable for a while.

The reason why he burst into a foul mouth was because he didn't expect Li Ting to practice his strength, and when he snorted and stomped his feet, he thought it was pretending, but now it seems that he is gathering momentum. He's a master.

Ding Xiu's eyes became serious. "I throw in the towel."

In the next second, Li Ting shouted at the referee.

Ding Xiu was dumbfounded, and the people present were also dumbfounded, the situation is very good, why should you admit defeat, it's unreasonable.

Practice masters, there is no one in ten thousand, which is not arrogant, even if it is not an opponent, it will take a few moves, not to mention that this is a game, there will be no hurtful situation, not afraid of being beaten.

"Brother, are you serious?" Ding Xiu put away his fist and asked.

Li Ting stretched out his hand that had just punched him, spread his backhand, and opened his palm, his palms were full of sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"I can only punch this one, and if I force a second punch, it will hurt my blood and blood, and I will be weak for a while, and I will have to eat a lot of food

Make it up."

"You're the only one I've ever seen take a punch from me and act like no one, I'm no match for you."

"And I really don't know how to fight, so it's no fun to keep fighting."

Looking at his palm, Ding Xiu understood, this was just getting started, he was not familiar with it, and his skills were not deep, otherwise he would not have been able to throw only one punch.

Of course, this can't be said that Li Ting is weak, and there is no weak person who can practice strength.

In fact, no one can infinitely punch a strong punch, this thing is like a bomb in the landlord, generally can have a bomb even if it is very dominant, there are two bombs and three bombs are almost invincible, as long as the other cards are not bad, you can easily win the opponent.

Including Ding Xiu is the same, when he fights with people, he doesn't just work hard when he comes up, who comes up to drop bombs.

It's all about timing and shooting when it's time to strike.

The difference is that he has more bombs than a novice like Li Ting, and he can shoot a little more times, plus he has a vicious eye and is experienced, every shot is a lore, and there are few misses.

"It's a pity." Ding Xiu withdrew his hand and sighed.

Li Ting smiled: "There's no pity, I'm just here to play, and I have nothing to do."

He knew what Ding Xiu meant when he said pity, and the old man who taught him kung fu also said the same thing, saying that if he knew how to fight, his combat effectiveness would be increased several times.

But that old man won't, and even if he has practiced martial arts all his life, he hasn't been motivated. "You're not just an actor, are you?" Ding Xiu asked.

Ordinary martial arts practitioners will be a little unwilling to hear his pity, after all, they have mastered a golden house, and only the key is missing.

That feeling, I went on a date with my girlfriend on Valentine's Day, and in the end, because the supermarket downstairs was closed, I couldn't buy a small umbrella, so I could only watch with my eyes.

Who doesn't have an itch.

Li Ting is so frank, there are only two possibilities, the first is that he really doesn't care, but if he really doesn't care, how can he insist on practicing Baji for so many years, and his hands look hard at a glance.

The second is that he doesn't rely on this kung fu to eat, and without kung fu, he has other options.

"Well, I'm still a teacher, isn't this a holiday, go to Hengdian to act and find a feeling."

Ding Xiu was stunned, and then nodded: "Good teacher, teaching and educating people, no worse than fighting life and death, leave a phone call for a while, everyone make friends, you can find me if you have trouble in the future."

This is the person he has seen, who obviously has a choice, but is unwilling to choose.

In fact, as long as Li Ting is willing to bow his head and apprentice, there are people on the referee bench who are willing to teach him how to play, but he resisted this temptation and chose the ordinary life of a teacher.

Learning martial arts is not tired, tired, but can practice to the realm of strength, and it is also a lot of money, just look at those who open martial arts halls, and make money.

Or go to a boxing match, and with a fighting style, the fight is much stronger than the average boxer.

One foot has stepped into the threshold of one million dollars a year, but Li Ting can brake the car, look, this is the special realm, Ding Xiu admired it in his heart.

"Haha, thank you, Brother Xiu." Li Ting scratched his head and smiled, "But if you can help me satisfy my regrets for free, I won't refuse."

If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, Ding Xiu wanted to give him a middle finger.

"Since you have chosen a good path, don't learn it, I'm afraid you will be distracted, this is not a good road, these days, there is no way to practice martial arts."

There is no knife in his hand, and when he is beaten, he will be beaten at most, and if he has a knife in his hand, he will definitely see blood if he is forced to be in a hurry.

Li Ting doesn't know how to play, maybe he has nothing to do with the ring in his life, at most it's a game like today, everyone points to the end, and communication is the mainstay.

It's really good, I can't figure out if I'll see him in Wulinfeng one day.

There are people outside the world, there is a sky outside the sky, and the strength is not invincible in the world, and it is not impossible to kill and cripple yourself when you meet a master one day.

"I'm just talking about it casually, it's just a small wish, in fact, I understand everything, sometimes it's not much better than it will be, but after practicing for so many years, it's still a little regret."

In the same way, he told Liu Xiaoyun last night, and the other party also refused.

The style of play is the core of a sect, there are no relatives and no reason, few people are willing to take it out, and he is unwilling to join the martial arts hall, so this matter fell like this.

Although joining the martial arts hall is just a matter of one sentence, and it seems that there is no responsibility and danger, he understands that if he joins and takes other people's things, sooner or later he will be useful to you.

Ding Xiu nodded: "Believe me, it won't be better than the will, by the way, I forgot to ask you, what do you teach?"

"University."

"Awesome, what's the major?" "Japanese."

"You're playing a devil in Hengdian, right?"

"Yes, as soon as the assistant director heard that I could speak Japanese, he asked me to act, so I took it as a holiday internship, and I practiced speaking when I was idle, and occasionally took students to experience it when I had time, so that they would not forget history."

Ding Xiu: "...."

Not surprisingly, before noon, the National Bajiquan Martial Arts Competition came to an end, and Ding Xiu won the championship, and there was no suspense at all.

Everyone dispersed and prepared to go to dinner.

No one noticed, Ding Xiu and Liu Xiaoyun walked to the back door one after the other, and after a while, Xu Haofeng and Wu Jiang also followed.

Li Ting, who was at the door, turned his head to take a look, just in time to see Ding Xiu and them, the ghost sent a god, he turned around and followed.

The students are in class, and the football field is empty, and it is very deserted.

When a group of several people came to the football field, Ding Xiu bowed his hand to Liu Xiaoyun and said, "Teacher Liu, I've been here for a few days, but I haven't had a chance to visit, don't be surprised."

"Everywhere, understand."

"I don't mean anything else when I ask Lao Xu to come over this time, I just want to talk to you."

"No problem, let's stop then, or?"

Ding Xiu smiled, the first time he saw such a madness, he suddenly said with a bad taste: "Even if you are superior, you will also decide life and death."

Liu Xiaoyun: "....."

p, he just asked casually, how can he still divide life and death, win and go to prison, and bury it on the spot if he loses, right?

"Just kidding, let's get to the point." Ding Xiu smiled and said to Wu Jiang, "I'm tired of Senior Wu being a referee."

"Okay." Wu Jiang smiled and agreed with his hands behind his back, then turned his head to look at Li Ting, who was standing not far away, and didn't say anything.

This kind of competition is generally not open to the public, and no outsiders can be present, regardless of whether they win or lose, it will hurt both sides if they are passed out.

Xu Haofeng can come because he is a friend of Ding Xiu, and everyone is more familiar with him, so it doesn't matter if he doesn't talk nonsense.

didn't drive Li Ting, Wu Jiang had a heart of cherishing materials, hoping that with the help of this competition, he could see the power of Chuanwu and worship the master.

Apprenticeship, learning things, this is the rule.

It's not that he doesn't want to teach, there's no way, he can't learn without apprenticeship, this is set by his ancestors, and he can teach the kung fu that has been passed down by the master for many years at will, and he really can't do it.

It's a pity to let Li Ting go, he has practiced martial arts for eight years, he is a good seedling, and he shouldn't be buried like this.

In the past two days, Wu Jiang said that he was in his eyes, and he was anxious in his heart. "Master Liu, please."

"Master Ding, please."

Here, Ding Xiu and Liu Xiaoyun were already ready to fight, their boxing was almost the same, their eyes were calm, their faces were serious, and before they fought, the atmosphere became solemn.

"Let's get started." After Wu Jiang finished speaking, he took a few steps back and left the space.

didn't say too much nonsense, Liu Xiaoyun chose to make the first move, came up and took the lead in attacking, the same punch, his speed, attack angle, or Li Ting is stronger, I don't know how much.

Ding Xiu also stepped forward, glanced over his fist, clenched his right hand, and smashed towards Liu Xiaoyun's arm.

When the fist was about to fall, he temporarily changed it to a palm slap. This is called a Xingmen hammer, and a single punch can break a person's arm.

Just considering that it was just a competition, he collected his strength and slapped it with his palm. Liu Xiaoyun's palm was slapped open, and Ding Xiu's next move continued, his left arm bent and his elbow smashed towards Liu Xiaoyun's ear.

Thanks to Ding Xiu's release of water and hesitation, Liu Xiaoyun had time to breathe, the same bent arm was raised, protecting his ears, and the other hand was not idle, and a two-yi stake was stepped out under his feet, and his elbow was slammed forward.

This trick was originally to lean on the mountain, but here he replaced it with an elbow.

Kung fu is dead, people are alive, for Bajiquan, Liu Xiaoyun has long been familiar with it, and every move has been melted into his bones.

This lean, Ding Xiu took two steps back, then turned around, and turned his back to Liu Xiaoyun, Liu Xiaoyun didn't have time to think too much, and immediately chased after him, but just took a step forward, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Smack!"

Ding Xiu didn't turn around, but kicked out with his back foot.

This is a tiger tail leg, a move in the eight poles, a bit similar to a horse pistol, usually used to yin people, once the opponent stepped forward in the process of turning, he was caught off guard and was kicked in.

Liu Xiaoyun took a solid kick on his stomach, took four or five steps back, bent over, and his face turned white.

"Master Liu, are you okay?" "It's okay, go on." "Then I'll do it."

Next, Ding Xiu's attack continued, and in the blow of his storm, Xu Haofeng, Wu Jiang, and Li Ting, who were onlookers, knew what it meant to have Wen Taiji to calm the world, and Wu to have eight extremes to set the world.

It's too fierce.

Floating sand legs, blocking waist legs, overlord hard folding willows, opening the door cannon, Erlang is trapped.

In Ding Xiu, he explains what it means to attack is the best defense, as long as you play hard enough, you don't need to defend.

A minute later, Ding Xiu continuously broke his elbow and hit his ribs with his elbow to the top, but it was just a small combo that made Liu Xiaoyun squat on the ground, covering his ribs with both hands, and retching with a pale face.

"Don't fight,,,."