Ding Xiu found a place to sit down, and Wu Jing pulled a chair next to him, talking about how powerful Zhen Zidan was, and kept fanning him and lighting the fire.

Hearing this, Ding Xiu was eager to try and couldn't wait to have a fight.

To be honest, after the battle between Yu Chenghui and Wu Bing, he probably knew the background of Chuanwu.

The older generation has kung fu, but they don’t have much actual combat experience, and they haven’t seen blood, so they are not very refreshing in fighting.

In addition, when you are older, you are not as strong as young people.

Wu Bing was out of breath after playing with him a few times.

Ding Xiu has given up on Mantis Fist. He estimates that no matter how powerful Yu Hai is, he will at most be on the same level as Yu Chenghui and the others.

Now he wants to try the new school of martial arts, which is the kind of Sanda and karate that Wu Jing mentioned and Zhen Zidan practiced.

I heard that this type of Kung Fu is very powerful in actual combat, and almost all of it is done step by step in the ring.

“Tuk-tuk-tuk!”

A knock on the door interrupted Ding Xiu's thoughts. When he looked up, Zhang Yimou had already opened the door.

Everyone gets up.

"Sorry to keep everyone waiting."

"No matter where you are, we just arrived."

"Teacher Zhang, I haven't seen you for a while. I heard you were going to start filming this time, so I came here to try out a role. It doesn't matter if you play a maid."

"Thank you Ziyi, please sit down quickly and don't feel restrained."

"Gong Li, what have you been busy with recently..."

After entering the house, Zhang Yi did not mention the role, but instead chatted about family matters. Everyone chatted a few words, including Ding Xiu, who he did not know.

"I heard from Instructor Cheng that your martial arts are very powerful and can be used in actual combat. I am very curious, if you are surrounded by people, how many can you fight?"

"With bare hands, there would be about ten of them."

Well, I could kill a dozen of them.

Ding Xiu was not exaggerating at all.

The dozen or so here he refers to are the kind of well-trained desperadoes who are desperate for their lives.

In fact, in real life, ordinary people's psychological quality is not high. Even if a dozen people attack him in a group, as long as one or two are killed, the others will run away.

It would have been easier if he had a knife in his hand. If he wiped one of the people's necks with the knife, he would call the police immediately without taking action.

"Ha!" Zhen Zidan laughed out loud: "What you said is too exaggerated. I have practiced martial arts and fighting. It is not a problem to fight two or three, but it is not as good as one plus one if you fight three.

Simple."

"As the old saying goes, two fists are no match for four. If you are attacked by a crowd, it will be useless no matter how powerful you are."

"There was news in Los Angeles a few years ago. A professional boxer was robbed by a few gangsters. He was stabbed four times and his intestines were broken."

"I don't dare to tell others. As far as I'm concerned, if the other party is two people and the person is carrying a knife, I will turn around and run away without saying a word."

As soon as Ding Xiu opened his mouth, he knew whether he was bragging or telling his story, a familiar formula and a familiar taste.

Let him continue to blow, and after a while Hunyuan Jin, Internal Strength, and the Five Lightning Whips will come out.

"It's normal to run away." To everyone's surprise, Ding Xiu actually agreed with Zhen Zidan: "If someone uses a knife to hurt you intentionally, you don't dare to kill him, but you can't win if you don't kill him, so you can't run away."

"In the final analysis, you are still not good at learning and skill. If you are more than one level higher than the opponent, let alone a sword, it will not be a problem even if you face a group of cavalry."

"Hehehe!"

Zhen Zidan laughed even louder, but he just smiled and did not refute.

He felt that what Ding Xiu said was nonsense. He could indeed win easily if he was one level above his opponent.

But we are all human beings. Learning to fight and exercising is just to increase your fighting skills and physical fitness. No matter how high you are, how can you get better?

You even swept a group of cavalry, why don't you go to heaven?

"Can I show it conveniently?" Zhang Yimou said with a frown.

It's not that he doesn't believe it, it's just a bit exaggerated.

If Cheng Xiaodong hadn't sworn that Ding Xiu had real skills, he would have kicked them out by now.

"What kind of display do you want to see?" Ding Xiu was still in his calm and relaxed state.

"Hold on."

Zhang Yi turned around and went out to the next door. When he came back, he took a big gun.

The original interview location was next door. Considering that Male No. 4 was a master, weapons were prepared for the interviewers.

Not only guns, but also knives and swords.

"Can you demonstrate it with this gun? Just a roundabout move." After looking around, Zhang Yimou said, "Pierce into the wall, and the loss will be mine."

"Okay, but forget about piercing the wall. Later, they will have to repair it and pierce the chairs."

Taking Zhang Yimou's gun, Ding Xiu pointed at the chair he had just sat on. The wooden chair was hung squarely on the head of the gun.

"Good work." Wu Jing clapped while not forgetting to say to Zhang Yi: "The chair is very heavy, and the force hanging on the head of the gun will be greater. This requires skill and strength to lift it up."

Zhang Yimou nodded and said: "I understand. In ancient times, there was a high-ranking person who chose a pulley. I've heard of it."

The corners of Wu Jing's mouth twitched fiercely.

Picking up the chair, Ding Xiu said, "Who can hold it for me?"

"I'll do it!" Zhen Zidan volunteered and took the chair in his hand, with the bottom facing Ding Xiu.

"I am very powerful, please bear with me."

"Just try hard."

The spear landed on the ground, Ding Xiu took a few steps back, held the tail of the spear with one hand and shook it, then held the spear with both hands and stabbed forward.

"hiss"

"hiss!"

There were two blasts in the air.

It turned out that Ding Xiuzha quickly took the gun back after going out.

Before everyone's hearts could drop, they saw him holding the gun behind his back and turning in a circle.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the gun came out like a dragon. The head of the gun penetrated the bottom of the chair and came out from the other end.

The two shots just scratched the surface, this shot was much more powerful and faster.

Ding Xiu has not specifically learned marksmanship, but he knows the technique of exerting force. He must set up his horse stance and the force will pass through his legs, waist, arms, wrists, and finally be transmitted to the head of the gun.

Anything can be destroyed with one shot.

"Gulu!"

Zhen Zidan was covered in cold sweat as he held up the chair, because the cold gun tip was only a few centimeters away from his throat.

If it were any deeper, he would already be cold.

"How is that possible?" Wu Jing, who had been supporting Ding Xiu, suddenly stood up with a look of disbelief on his face.

He is a spearman himself, and has even won a spearmanship championship. He knows how to use the carbine, an old classic move, and has practiced it no more than 10,000 times.

He can do moves that are ten times more difficult than Ding Xiu's.

That is to throw the gun into the sky, rotate the body 360 degrees in the air, catch the falling gun, then turn around and do the splits back to the spurs.

"What's wrong with this?" Ding Xiu pulled out his spear and said calmly: "Spears were not uncommon on ancient battlefields. When paired with a good horse, they could pierce armor at high speeds."

"If a soldier without armor encounters him, he will basically shoot two holes."

"If the situation is specific, you can go back and try it on a motorcycle, and the effect will be the same."

Wu Jing opened his mouth. He understood the truth. The problem is that you are not riding a horse now. How can you get such power?

"I'll try."

Taking the gun, Wu Jing twisted it hard. The gun trembled and the stiff spear seemed to soften.

Regardless of whether Zhen Zidan agreed or not, he stabbed him with a gun.

"Snapped!"

It was also a carbine, but the head of his spear only penetrated half of it, and could not penetrate at all.

What the heck!

Zhen Zidan, who was still in shock, almost threw the chair on Wu Jing's head when he realized what he was doing.

He pulled out a gun without even saying hello. What if he was stabbed to death?

"Beautiful!" Zhang Yimou took the lead in applauding and said to Ding Xiu: "It is indeed amazing."
To be continued...