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"Snapped!"

Yu Hai's subconscious punch was caught by Ding Xiu with one hand.

Then he saw a fist hitting his head, and the fist got bigger and bigger until it occupied all his sight.

There is only one punch left between heaven and earth.

It was accompanied by a fist wind, which blew hard on his face, making him unable to open his eyes.

It is said that before death, people will reminisce about the past bit by bit.

But Yu Hai didn't feel this way, and his mind was just blank.

I didn't think about anything, I couldn't think of anything, I was just like a fool in the village, dumbfounded.

"Lao Yu."

"Lao Yu."

"Yu Hai!"

There was an explosion in his ears, and Yu Hai's vision returned to clarity. There were no fists in front of him, and even Ding Xiu was no longer there, running to drink tea at the stone table.

It was his old friend Wu Bing who woke him up.

"What's wrong with me?"

"I still want to ask you, why are you standing there dumbfounded and scared?"

The majestic Mantis Master would be stunned by a punch. Who would believe it, but the fact is that Yu Hai did lose his mind for a while.

"Bajiquan, the wild horse running in the trough, the white snake spitting out letters."

After waking up, this was Yu Hai's second sentence.

Ding Xiu sipped the tea and said slowly: "Not bad."

Yu Hai cupped his fists and raised his hands: "Master Ding, I lost, thank you for your advice."

"Access." Ding Xiu returned the gift.

"Sorry to bother you, come back when you have time and say goodbye."

If Ding Xiu hadn't been merciful, he would have suffered cerebral palsy even if he didn't die with that one punch.

The wild horse runs with momentum, while the white snake spits out messages with fists. With one blow, cement bricks can be broken into pieces, let alone fall on people's heads.

Even an iron-clad head can't bear it.

Arching his hands toward Ding Xiu, Wu Bing said, "Let's go."

Ding Xiu said: "I'll just say it will be very soon."

The corner of Wu Bing's mouth twitched. It was indeed very fast. The final punch and move determined the winner. Yu Hai lost his mind for only a few seconds.

The two of them went out and came to the street. Yu Hai looked back at the courtyard with mixed feelings in his heart.

In just these few minutes, he seemed to have lived his whole life again.

"Retract and release freely, lifting weights as if they were light. Did Master Ding start practicing this martial arts after his mother was still alive?"

The wild horse ran into the trough, and it was incredible that Ding Xiu could hold back such a ferocious punch.

If it were him, he would never be able to do it, because it is beyond the control of human will.

The masters' moves change rapidly, and one second is enough to strike several times.

Many movements rely on subconscious reactions and daily experience of dismantling moves.

Do you need to think before taking action?

Then you wait to die.

Even if you can think of the first move, can you still think of the second move?

By the time you finish thinking about it, the fight will be over.

Just because many moves relied on instinct, he admired Ding Xiu's ability to move freely.

Wu Bing sneered: "No one who started practicing in the womb is so good. We have been practicing for many years, and even Nezha can't do it."

Even if Ding Xiu started training from his mother's womb, it would only last twenty-two years.

The two of them have practiced martial arts for at least forty or fifty years.

As a result, I can't do many tricks in other people's hands.

This can no longer be explained by the length of time spent learning martial arts.

"As for the murderous aura in him, no one in the army is this strong."

"To be honest, I was worried that this guy was a fugitive with dozens of lives on his back, so I went out to find someone to check if he had a criminal record."

"What's the result?" Yu Hai asked.

After asking, he regretted it. If Ding Xiu really had dozens of murder cases, he would still be here. He would have been shot long ago.

Not sure if he couldn't find a reasonable explanation, Wu Bing sighed a little disappointedly.

"No, my net worth is very innocent and clean."

"Besides, you know, what he is best at is not fists and kicks, but weapons."

Hearing this, Yu Hai felt a little pain in his heart and twitched.

He finally knew why Wu Bing sighed. It was so unscientific.

It is incredible that a young man in his early twenties can master this kind of boxing and kicking skills. During the Republic of China, it was at the master level.

It turns out that this is not what he is good at, but weapons.

Is there any royal law? Is there any heavenly principle?

"Alas!" Yu Hai sighed heavily, "I won't come to Peiping again even if you kill me."

Wu Bing chuckled: "If I didn't want to see you get beaten, I wouldn't want to see him either."

"You old boy, you were waiting here."

"Hahaha, haven't you noticed that people around you see you differently?"

"Why? Damn it." Yu Hai then remembered that his clothes were scratched by Ding Xiu: "Give me your coat."

"I'm too old to stand the cold."

"Take it off!"

Ding Xiu didn't know what was going on outside. As soon as the two left, he said to Gao Yuanyuan: "Do you want your hand to be tight? Let's go back to the room and I will rub it for you. It will be fine."

"No." Gao Yuanyuan shook her head: "You want to sleep with me, but I won't go."

Ding Xiu: "..."

"Sister Yuanyuan, you have to be trustworthy. You were not like this before."

"You are too cruel."

"I can be gentler."

"No, I'm afraid."

"Crack!" Ding Xiu crushed the tea cup in his hand. He was very angry now.

Her pretty face turned pale, and Gao Yuanyuan said weakly: "How about we change the approach?"

…

In the evening, night had just fallen. Ding Xiu put on his cap and a leather jacket, took the car keys and went to the garage to pick up the car.

After helping him put out the fire, Gao Yuanyuan ran away without taking any clothes in the room.

It seems that he doesn't dare to come these days.

Now he was going to a bar. Qin Gang called and said he would help him pick up the wind and wash away the dust.

Not long after riding a scooter, Ding Xiu came to Houhai, the bar where Huang Bo used to sing.

After a quick glance, Ding Xiu quickly saw Qin Gang and his party.

In addition to him, there are Qin Lan, Wang Baoqiang, and a few others who are also contracted artists of the company.

"Brother, here!" Wang Baoqiang stood up and waved to him.

Putting his hands in his pockets, Ding Xiu sat down next to Qin Lan: "Why are you here so early?"

Wang Baoqiang said with a naive smile: "It's not early, I just arrived."

"It's not bad. After playing the male lead, it's different. It's smoother."

Qin Gang, Qin Lan and others smiled.

Wang Baoqiang is the youngest artist in the company, but if anyone thinks he is stupid, then he is really stupid.

No matter how stupid a person is, he becomes smarter after being left in front of the Beijing Film Studio for more than a year.

In that mixed place, a fool cannot survive.

After pouring wine for Ding Xiu, Qin Gang raised a glass: "Today's meal is for brother Xiu. Let's toast to him. I wish brother Xiu a smooth career and become more and more popular."

"I wish Brother Xiu a smooth career and become more and more popular!"

"Thank you very much, and I wish you more and more success."

After drinking for three rounds, everyone started talking and laughing.

Under Qin Lan's instigation, Ding Xiu was pushed onto the stage to sing, and what he sang was a laugh from the sea.

"A smile spreads across the ocean"

"Roaring cross-strait tide"

"Follow the waves and just remember the present moment."

"Heaven laughs"

"Tidees in the world"

"God knows who loses and who wins."

As soon as Ding Xiu opened his mouth, the smell of the world came out.

Chic, heroic, bohemian.

"good!!"

In the audience, Qin Gang applauded.

He also discovered another skill of Ding Xiu, which is that he can sing well in Cantonese.

Not only him, Qin Lan was also surprised. She knew Ding Xiu relatively well.

Up and down, big and small, all understood.

Even she didn't know that Ding Xiu could sing Cantonese songs.

It looks like I'm going to give him a good torture when I go back tonight.