Chapter 145: Trapped in a serial conspiracy

Chapter 145: Trapped in a serial conspiracy

“Get ready, start!”

Choke!

As soon as Zhang Yuan finished speaking, there was a loud noise.

The two sticks hit each other, Wu Jing and Huang Julong wrestled with each other, no matter who was up or down.

Dang Dang Dang! ! !

The two sides struggled to no avail. Each took a step back and exerted their strength again. The two wooden sticks turned into afterimages and hit one another.

Bang!

“Ah!”

“Ouch!”

Wu Jing took advantage of his unpreparedness and hit Huang Julong on the waist with a stick.

But Brother Long was by no means taking it easy, and slapped Brother Jing on the bone of his right leg with his backhand.

“Come again!”

“Okay!”

Both sides found that they were equally matched and became more and more enthusiastic.

For a moment, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the strong wind rose...

"Who!"

"Turn off the industrial fan, I said where did such a strong wind come from!"

Okay Guys, Zhang Yuan was still thinking about it, thinking that he had already unleashed his sword energy.

Bang, bang, bang...

The sound of banging wooden sticks can be heard endlessly, and it has been repeated for many rounds and back and forth.

Onlookers only felt that the venue was "cracking", and it was as lively as fireworks during the New Year.

"Ha..." Someone yawned: "This martial arts competition is not good to watch."

"Indeed, there is no good martial arts movie."

Zhang Yuanqiu He rolled his eyes and said nothing, but he thought in his heart.

This is the real competition!

The routines in the movie were all rehearsed and made for visual effects. Otherwise, the Seven Little Fortunes would have become popular throughout Asia. The routines are well done and the opera background is there. It is really good-looking.

But there are no false moves in a real competition.

Poke the eyes, tease the vagina, pierce the ears, step on the toes... whichever is useful.

It doesn’t matter whether it looks good or not, it depends on the other person’s pain.

Not to mention immoral, there is nothing moral about it even if we take action.

Whoever is still standing in the end is qualified to talk about morality.

The dead have no say!

The two exchanged moves and fought for fifteen minutes.

Now I can see Brother Long’s advantage.

Wu Jing is younger, faster, and moves harder, but there is one point.

He came from a martial arts school.

And Brother Long graduated from "Social University"!

He is truly a social person, much more sociable than those guys with the Shoulder Dragon Tattoo!

Having worked as a bodyguard and a double bonus stick, Wu Jing was like a younger brother to him in terms of actual combat experience, especially experience in life and death battles.

And because he has been on the streets for too long, Brother Long gets more and more excited the more he fights, just like a berserker, getting crazier and crazier!

Gradually, Wu Jing changed from attacking more and defending less to attacking less and defending more. He was forced to retreat continuously and received several blows on his body. His movements began to deform due to pain.

"Okay!"

At this time, Zhang Yuan stood up, holding a long stick, and held the two people's weapons: "Stop!"

"Brother Long, Calm down, something will happen if we keep fighting, we are still filming.”

After Huang Julong heard this, he stopped his attack. At this time, his eyes were red. If he continued to fight, Wu Jing might be in trouble.

"Fuck" Wu Jing kept groping with his hands on his body, as if he wanted to cover the place where he was hit, but there were too many, and it was difficult for his hands to stop him.

"My student is pretty good, right?"

"You...I'll find you later." Wu Jing was sore all over, but his spirit was very happy.

It was like playing a competitive game in a dark environment, staying up all night, and almost fainting after getting off the plane.

The body is very tired, but the spirit is extremely comfortable because of meeting the opponent.

"What's next?" The stick in Zhang Yuanjiang's hand hit the ground hard, causing a burst of dust to rise.

“Remember what I told you?”

“How?”

“The day you can beat my student, the day we will be together Competition." Zhang Yuan relaxed his arms and said, "You are a draw today, which proves that you are qualified to compete with me."

"But only today!"

"No waiting until the expiration date, otherwise you give up voluntarily and you will no longer be able to pester me to compete in the future."

"You..." Wu Jing understood, Zhang Yuan played a word game with him.

But he had just suffered a defeat. He was so angry and passionate that he could not fall into the trap.

“I thought carefully about it when we were filming the fighting scene before, he should not be my opponent.”

Wu was shocked and made a judgment.

Even though I am a little tired now, I often fought continuously when I was in the martial arts school, so it is nothing.

He is very confident in his physical ability and technology.

"Oh, I understand, he is consuming my energy." Wu Jing felt that he had seen through Zhang Yuan's tricks.

“Okay, come on.”

"Well, but for the sake of fairness, I'll let you rest for ten minutes, drink some water, and don't be in a hurry."

Wu Jing was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, Zhang Yuan did not immediately fight continuously, but gave him a chance to breathe.

"Okay, ten minutes is enough!"

Wu Jing sat on a nearby step and panted, while Zhang Yuan came to Brother Long's side.

"Are you injured?"

"A little bit, it doesn't matter." Huang Julong grinned and patted his back.

Just after the competition, this guy couldn't hold back his strength and almost caused Zhang Yuan to vomit blood in these two blows.

“It’s so enjoyable, so enjoyable!”

Unlike Wu Jing who bared his teeth and grinned, Brother Long also took several blows but didn’t take it seriously at all.

There are several one-foot-long scars on his back. Compared with those bloody events, two hits with a stick are nothing more than child's play.

This is the gap in actual combat experience.

“What did I tell you?” Zhang Yuan reminded him with narrowed eyes.

“There are many.” Brother Long came closer and whispered: “I observed it during the battle as you said.”

“He should have an old injury on his waist, and just now He was hit on one side by me and is now more inflexible."

"When I hit the right side of the head, his defensive reaction was more intense. I suspect that his right eye has poor vision, so his subconscious movements are larger. .”

"The most serious thing is his left leg."

"There should be problems with the knee joint, wrist joint, and ligaments. The gait is obviously slower than the right leg, and there are drag marks in the movements."
< br>Brother Long pointed out the flaws he discovered in the previous battle one by one, down to the joints and parts in detail.

Zhang Yuan had to be impressed, this is a master of actual combat, he can see the opponent's weaknesses at a glance, and he specializes in hitting the seven-inch!

The slightest inconsistency in movements will be noticed by him, and it will not escape his eyes.

Zhang Yuan knew that Wu Jing was paralyzed in his lower limbs due to a back injury when he was 14 years old, and it took a long period of rehabilitation to recover.

So Brother Long is absolutely right when he says he has an old injury in his waist.

As for the left leg, it should be filming "Golden Silk Rain"... that is the TV series that Shen Xiaohai was also in. While filming that film, he was injured by an axe, and the wound was so deep that the bone was visible.

There is no way to practice martial arts without getting injured.

But Wu Jing suffered more injuries than the average person, which was one of the reasons why he could not obtain the Wuying level.

"I understand."

He asked Huang Julong to come. On the one hand, consuming his energy would help him find flaws, and on the other hand, creating flaws would be another.

In addition to these two points, he also kept one trick.

Ten minutes later, he returned to Wu Jing.

“Come on!” Brother Jing took a deep breath, relied on perseverance to relieve the pain in his body, and stood up like a carp.

The two came to the center of the open space and took up their positions.

Wu Jing's chest bulged, and a breath of Dantian Qi filled his body. He was ready to go, but at this moment...

"Wait a minute." Zhang Yuan raised his hand to stop.

"My stomach hurts a little. Let's go to the toilet first."

"We'll go there later." Wu Jing stopped him.

"I can't hold it in. What if Xiangzi gets hit during the beating, am I the one who escaped, or was it you who hit me?"

"Go quickly!" Wu Jing was very angry after hearing what he said.

Everyone in the audience chuckled.

Zhang Yuan doesn't care at all, he is very thick-skinned.

Besides, he didn’t go to the toilet. He just walked around twice. After five or six minutes, he pretended to tie his pants and returned to the scene.

"It feels much better, come on."

Wu Jing regained the Qi that had been released from his Dantian just now. The chest swelled again, but it was not as good as before, only seven points.

“Slow!”

“What’s wrong!” Just as he was about to take action, Zhang Yuan shouted to stop again.

"My legs are cramped, let me rub them..." Zhang Yuan sat aside and rubbed his calves.

Five minutes later.

“Come on, it’s okay this time, we’re ready.”

Wu Jing raised his spirits again.

As the saying goes, one can make great efforts, then fail, and three times, he will be exhausted.

The battle with Huang Julong consumed a lot of physical energy, and with being worn down by Zhang Yuan again and again, Wu Jing once again boosted his energy at this time. Even if he was full, he only had five points left. Compared with Brother Long's state before the battle, it was far behind. Very far.

“Yeah!”

This time Zhang Yuan didn’t even say any preparations, he just raised his hand and hit.

Wu Jing was caught off guard and quickly parried!

Phew!

The stick rubbed against Brother Jing's right cheek, and he quickly shrugged off the blow.

"Sure enough, as Brother Long said, he has vision problems in his right eye."

While filming "Little Li Flying Knives", Wu Jing's right eye was injured by a prop and his retina underwent surgery. After repair surgery, there were sequelae.

"Ah!"

The next moment, Zhang Yuan raised his right hand and used the principle of leverage to lower the head of the stick and hit it on Brother Jing's left knee. The opponent immediately felt pain. Breaking into a cold sweat.

This was also an old injury on his part, and the bone on the face where the injury was located had been slapped hard by Brother Long just now.

Zhang Yuan’s attack added to his injuries.

One step forward, two steps back.

Dang-dang-dang...several explosions.

Pop!

Very soon!

Wu Jing came up with a left kick, a right whip and a left jab.

Zhang Yuan was on guard and out.

Because his left leg was hit many times, Wu Jing's steps were already messy, and it was easy to see his flaws.

Moreover, Zhang Yuan's Shaolin Yin Yang Stick is both offensive and defensive. In terms of defense alone, he does not suffer.

During the break in defense, he also focused on attacking the opponent's weak points, such as the left leg, waist and right eye, with ruthless moves and sparing no effort.

Wu Jing screamed in his heart.

But he is the foundation of a champion. He grits his teeth and becomes fierce, increases his strength and speed, and wants to crush Zhang Yuan with a tyrannical attack.

Ma Yuchen and Yuan Hua saw the excitement and joined in.

"How come Zhang Yuan has improved so much!" Lao Ma's eyes were stunned and he couldn't believe it.

"It has only been a few months, but he has evolved from a beginner to a level where he can spar with Wu Jing?"

"I read that right, am I out of my mind?" Lao Ma simply couldn't believe it. Dare to believe your eyes.

“Take a closer look.” Yuan Hua laughed at the side and said, “This kid is playing tricks.”

“He can’t beat Jingzi. If you want to be fair and try your best, In a fight, he doesn't even have a 10% chance of winning. He will lose in less than ten moves."

Yuan Hua is an old man after all, and he can see through Zhang Yuan's tricks at a glance.

"Oh, Wu Jing is serious!"

"Oh..." Ma Yuchen sighed: "Once you are serious, the strength gap is there. In the face of absolute strength, all small tricks are ineffective. "

Ma Yuchen narrowed his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to see Zhang Yuan lose.

"Don't worry, I don't think so." But Yuan Hua gave an objection at this time.

"Didn't you say that Zhang Yuan can't survive ten moves? Now..."

"You don't understand, he hasn't run out of tricks yet." Yuan Hua chuckled.

As they saw, Wu Jing suddenly exerted his strength, his offensive was like wind, his footwork was like lightning, his temper was like fire, and his stick fell like a forest.

Zhang Yuan didn't even have a chance to counterattack, so he had to let the rain of attacks hit the stick, and his hands were already numb from the tyrannical force.

But just when he was about to miss, Wu Jing across from him suddenly felt his head swelled, his vision turned black, and he felt nausea in his stomach.

Not only that!

The forcibly brought up Dantian Qi dissipated in an instant, and his chest felt as if it was being roasted by a blazing flame, burning.

Every time he took a breath, Wu Jing would make a deep noise like a broken old blower.

As the saying goes, panting like an ox and sweating like oil are symptoms that appear when a person is about to die.

Now it appears one by one in Wu Jing.

Wu Jing held the stick with one hand as a crutch, and then managed to stabilize his body.

But how could Zhang Yuan let this good opportunity pass by? He raised his hand and struck the opponent's waist.

Bang!

A muffled sound came out.

But the stick missed its target.

Zhang Yuan used both hands hard, but it was difficult to move the stick at all.

When he looked up, he realized that he was being held by someone.

I saw a figure between the two of them, holding Zhang Yuan's stick with one hand and dragging Wu Jing who was about to fall to the ground with the other.

Not the charterer... No, who can Yuan Hua be!

“Okay, for my sake, let’s count you two as a tie, okay.”

“Senior, I’m so complimentary, I’m naturally not as good as Brother Jing.” Zhang Yuan hurriedly Close the trend.

"Don't take advantage of it and behave yourself." Yuan Hua pointed at him with a smile, without any trace of blame in his eyes.

Then he and Zhang Yuan helped the star-eyed Wolf Warrior to the side steps to rest.

"I, what happened to me just now?"

It took a long time for Wu Jing to recover, and sweat continued on his forehead.

"Idiot, use your brain more when fighting in the future. Don't think that you are invincible just because you have practiced." Yuan Hua raised his hand and his brain collapsed.

"Why did I faint?"

"Why did I faint?" Yuan Hua laughed angrily: "Have you forgotten where this is?"

"I usually gasp like that during filming scenes , The fights were so intense just now..."

"Do you know you are high?"

"Huh?" Wu Jing was still confused, he really felt that he had just been I was so far away that I almost died.

Yes, after filming a fight scene with Zhang Yuan, I was coughing and gasping for breath, and it took me a long time to recover.

This guy plotted against me!

Wu Jingzhi’s character originally had a lot of fighting scenes. He had just finished a busy day and had a passionate battle with Brother Long. When he fought against Zhang Yuan...

Wu Jing’s face changed drastically. , Yuan Hua continued.

“If it were a real contest of life and death like that in ancient times, you would be dead by now!”

"I was tricked, it doesn't count!"

Pa!

“Ouch.”

Another blow to the brain. Yuan Hua and Wu Jing were old acquaintances, and they were furious.

“You will be considered dead before the fight begins.”

"And I see it all in my eyes. You are the one who wants to compete with others, and you still have the nerve to complain."

Wu Jing's face turned red, and he couldn't save his face.

At this moment, Yuan Hua looked at the sky and said quietly.

“I just learned from Ma Yuchen that when he first met Zhang Yuan in the middle of last year, he could only use the basic footwork of the Natural Gate.”

"Besides, I don't know any moves."

"Then..." Wu Jing just wanted to retort, then his eyes widened and he raised his head sharply.

“That’s right, he has gone from a beginner’s level to his current level in less than a year.”

“I think his talent is not inferior to yours. Oh."

Wu Jing was just in a daze, speechless for a long time.

Less than a year!

This is how it works!

If I give him another three to five years, then I...

Wu Jing swallowed, as if there was a dull thunder in his heart.

"And he still has benevolence and righteousness. Don't you think he always hits you on some parts with old injuries?"

"Ah!" Wu Jing finally realized, Looking back a little bit, it turns out it was so.

"But he obviously didn't use all his strength. He kept his hands back, for fear of really hurting you."

"He really did something evil. You just had to wait for half a month to fully recover." After saying this, Yuan Hua smiled and nodded.

I think Zhang Yuan is a weird kid. He is obviously a scheming person who has no martial ethics, but he is very capable of killing him in a fight, and he has quite a martial ethics.

"I think you are both good." After Yuan Hua finished speaking, he patted his shoulder and then left.

Wu Jing sat for a long time again.

A gust of cool April wind hit his forehead and his heart.

His last pride when facing Zhang Yuan was kung fu.

This originally unbreakable city wall seems to have cracks...

(End of Chapter)