After a party, those who know how to drink and don’t drink are drunk.

Huang Bo and Wu Jing drank a few more glasses because they were happy. Baoqiang was purely depressed and kept drinking.

It took a long time since I drank with someone I knew, and Ding Xiu was also drunk.

Gao Yuanyuan called the driver and sent people home one by one, and then served Ding Xiu lying down.

If Jia Ling and Zhao Liying hadn't helped to clean up, she would have been too busy alone.

In the afternoon, in the yard.

Ding Xiu was wearing sportswear, and Wu Jing, who was wearing a hooded sweatshirt opposite him.

I just said yesterday that I would like to ask Ding Xiu for advice on playing, but today Wu Jing came here.

At the stone table not far away, Wang Baoqiang was eating the oranges brought by Wu Jing while concentrating on watching the next battle.

Beijing Film Studio couldn't go back, and he was idle and had nothing to do, so he came to visit him "bored".

Well, he actually came here to steal the sect.

When he was still a supporting role, he envied Ding Xiu's kung fu. However, Ding Xiu didn't teach him, so he finally saw a practical teaching and didn't want to miss it.

Under the jujube tree, Gao Yuanyuan ignored them and just chatted with Zhao Liying to pick vegetables, but from time to time, she glanced at her true thoughts.

With his hands in his pockets, Ding Xiu said lightly: "How do you want to fight?"

Wu Jing quickly explained: "Brother Xiu, it's not about fighting, it's about practicing, practice."

He knew Ding Xiu's strength, otherwise he wouldn't have come. If the two of them fought, he would not be able to beat Ding Xiu in ten.

"The meaning is almost the same, how do you want to practice?"

"Uh, do you think this is OK? Let's try a few moves first, and let's talk about it after the fight."

Ding Xiu looked up at the sky, moved his neck, and took out his hand: "Let's start."

Wu Jing habitually bowed his hand and said solemnly: "Sanda is also called Sandai. It has footwork, boxing, leg skills, throwing, defense, etc. It is the most practical way of playing in the world today. The troops and police forces are all

Practice.”

"According to the various Sanda methods, they are divided into competitive Sanda, practical Sanda, and practice Sanda. I am looking for it this time to practice Sanda."

There are several types of Sanda. The troops use actual combat Sanda, while the folk practice Sanda and competitive Sanda.

You can tell from the name that Sanda has strong attack power in actual combat. After all, there is nothing impractical to circulate in the army. The attack methods are all aimed at the vital points of the human body, striving to solve the enemy as soon as possible and disintegrate the enemy's combat power.

If necessary, you can even kill people.

The second actual combat Sanda is also very aggressive, but it is mainly active on the ring, and some key parts cannot be attacked, such as the neck, lower body, cervical spine, etc.

The purpose of martial arts is to kill people, and the key points cannot be attacked. The kung fu is almost half of it. In the eyes of professionals, the competitive Sanda is just like that.

Even competitive Sanda is like this, let alone practicing Sanda, it’s better not to mention it.

After saying that, Wu looked at Ding Xiu with his eyes as fire as he was full of fighting spirit.

In the competition Sanda and the drill Sanda, he can go to Shicha Sports School to find his brothers to practice. His master Wu Bing is the head coach, so he still has this face.

Only actual combat in Sanda is not easy to do.

If you are not careful, you will hurt someone.

There are not many people in the sports school who can really fight with him. After all, those young people have never fought a few times, so where can they get their practical experience?

Ding Xiu is different. He has experienced his strength and can definitely fight. His master has also certified it. Looking at the country, not many people can beat him.

After finally receiving a male lead, Wu Jing wanted to use all his strength to give the audience a satisfactory answer.

In the movie, he plays a Sanda champion who fights black boxing because he lacks money and defeats one opponent after another.

As for Black Fist, he must be more practical in terms of moves, so before starting the phone, he must be familiar with the Black Fist fighting method.

Ding Xiu stretched out one hand, with the palm facing up, and the four fingers bent: "Why are you doing it so hard? Come on."

"Brother Xiu, show mercy." After putting away his smile, Wu Jing posed for Sanda.

Ding Xiu stood quietly without moving.

Wu Jing raised his feet and swept Ding Xiu's calves tentatively with his legs.

With a slight lip, Ding Xiu took a step back and just avoided it with a slight distance.

He didn't know Sanda, but his practical experience was many times stronger than Wu Jing. Seeing his left leg bent and his thighs were causing his calf to fold, it was obviously a leg sweeping action.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Jing's next move was analyzed and he retreated naturally.

Wu Jing was not disappointed when his leg fell into nothing. On the contrary, it would be abnormal if he hit him.

Standing on the left, the upper body tilted slightly to the right, and the center of gravity moved backward. Wu Jing continued to sweep his legs, this time it was the high legs, targeting Ding Xiu's head.

The edges are classic Sanda moves, divided into high-side legs, middle-side legs, low-side legs, high-side legs kick head, mid-side legs kick waist, abdomen, low-side legs kick thighs, and calf.

Because it can hit many targets and has strong flexibility, the edges and legs become omnipotent, and they can often defeat the enemy with one move by surprise.

"Bang!"

As expected, Wu Jing kicked out with all his strength and was blocked by Ding Xiu with his arm.

Ding Xiu took a little serious: "No, is it still there?"

Wu Jing laughed and said, "Yes, you can try kicking me."

Ding Xiu raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure?"

He kicked, and Wu Jing was afraid that he could only shoot the black fist again in the next life.

"Ahem, just use lighter force and slower speed. Don't be too fast. By the way, just kick my waist."

It's not like water in his mind. How could Wu Jing dare to let Ding Xiu kick him, reduce his strength and speed, and know the hitting part in advance, so he dares to take it.

"good!"

Standing with your left foot, Ding Xiu twists his body, bends his right leg and stretches his hips, folds his legs naturally, stretches his insteps straight, and then goes from bent to stretch. His thighs drive his calves to bounce horizontally to the right, reaching the insteps.

"Pap!"

With a sound of breaking through the air, Ding Xiu kicked Wu Jing. The next second, Wu Jing hugged his calf with his left hand, and leaned forward with his right hand to grab Ding Xiu's right shoulder, and hooked out like a sickle on his left foot.

Sanda is highly practical and requires close-kicking and close-kicking.

As long as Ding Xiu is brought down, he will start locking people in the next step.

But to be honest, Ding Xiu was very strong, and I don’t know if he really reduced his strength and speed. After this leg, Wu Jing’s left hand was numb and trembled, and he almost couldn’t grasp it steadily.

"So that's how it is." Before Wu Jing's sickle came out, Ding Xiu bent his arm and clenched his fist, and punched him straight under the ribs.

"ah!"

"hiss!"

Covering his ribs, Wu Jing bent down and sucked in a cold air. Not to mention locking people, his tears were almost coming out.

He punched him and almost interrupted him.

The two of them seemed to have been fighting for a long time, but in fact they were just a flash of lightning, in less than two seconds.

Unexpectedly, Ding Xiu's reaction would be so fast. He just got caught and punched him with a backhand.

This punch was very strange, and he rushed straight to his unprepared ribs, and he couldn't even block it.

"Yeah, Brother Xiu is so awesome!" Zhao Liying waved her fist under the jujube tree: "I have the chance to learn martial arts and defend myself."

Gao Yuanyuan smiled and said, "It's very tiring to learn martial arts. It's enough for a family to have one."

Ding Xiu taught her for a while, and it was indeed not a life that people lived.

Get up and exercise before dawn, stance, boxing, and practice boxing. Every posture cannot be wrong. When you get off the morning, your calves are trembling.

Later, after she learned yoga, she stopped practicing martial arts. At first, Ding Xiu complained that she had no perseverance. However, after showing yoga, Ding Xiu's complaints became supportive.

Now he can't extricate himself every day.

Zhao Liying pursed and said, "No one in my family practices martial arts, so you can't rely on me."

"Then you can find a boyfriend to protect you in the future."

"Men are not as reliable as themselves, ah, I'm not talking about Brother Xiu, except him."

Gao Yuanyuan's eyes were quiet: "He is not reliable either."

Last time I told Ding Xiu that I had met my parents, it had been almost half a year, and there was no sound at all.

And she found that Ding Xiu's original Audi was missing. At first, she thought it was sold. Yesterday, they heard Huang Bo say that it was Qin Lankai when they were drinking.

"Xiao Zhao, do you know what you need to do to capture a man's heart?"

Zhao Liying smiled and raised her hand to raise her cabbage: "I know this, grab his stomach."

Gao Yuanyuan shook her head: "I was wrong, I was giving birth to a child for him."

Zhao Liying suddenly realized that she learned it again.

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To be continued...