The actor's mental state is not stable

Chapter 177
This huge group of people stood up, Huo Yunting's eyelids twitched as he watched, what's the matter, is this asking him to fight with wheels?

The judges who were sorting out the materials on the stage were startled when they saw the group of people who stood up all of a sudden, thinking that they were going to rise up.

After asking, I found out that it turned out that I wanted to try Huo Yunting, Renqiu Chuanwu.

There is no way, the word Chuanwu is too high.

To be crowned with such a name represents the highest level of domestic martial arts.

Even Mr. Yu, who has practiced swords for decades, is only nicknamed Juggernaut, and dare not bear the name of passing on martial arts.

For the hundreds of Lianjiazi in the studio, Huo Yunting is a favorite.

Or the kind with meat.

Although this Ren Qiu Chuanwu's two championship records let everyone know that this sweet pastry is thorny.

But there is no way, the temptation is too great, even if it has thorns, they still want to go up and take a bite.

Seeing that this group of people were not coming for them, Zhang Xiaohai and the others felt relieved, and one by one hurriedly withdrew from the stage, leaving the venue to the practitioners.

Anyway, it's not a big deal to watch the excitement, the judges saw that they were going to fight in the ring, so they simply sat down in the auditorium and watched.

Looking at this group of martial arts practitioners with piercing eyes, Wu Bin smiled cheerfully, "Xiao Huo, if you win today, Ren Qiu will pass on the name of martial arts, I will make a final judgment on you, and you can bear it."

"As long as someone threatens you with this matter, what to do, the Chinese Wushu Association will make the decision for you. As the vice chairman, I still have a bit of authority."

This is true, he and Mr. Yu can be regarded as representing the highest points of domestic martial arts.

In terms of folk authority, Yu Chenghui can be said to be No.1.

In terms of official authority, Wu Bin can be said to be No.1.

Civil certification is not enough.

If the official certification is added, no one dares to refuse.

"I said, Old Wu, you fucking shameless. Fifty people hit Yunting one, what's the matter? You can do it?" Liu Baoshan was a little annoyed.

"Fifty people are singled out one by one, and if more than half of them beat, I will recognize him as Ren Qiu Chuanwu."

Wu Bin's expression was very serious, he wasn't joking, and Liu Baoshan couldn't say anything.

He roughly glanced at the people standing up in the auditorium.

"I'll select fifty good players from here later, as long as you can hit half of them, Ren Qiu Chuanwu, I'll admit it."

Huo Yunting was a little helpless, and glanced sideways at the direction of Zhang Debang and Zhang Han. They lowered their heads and stared at the crotch, with a look of "I didn't hear anything".

It's really fucking unreliable for the two of them to finish the kid's stuff.

Cursing in my heart, I had no choice but to nod, "Okay, Master Wu, let me see these fifty masters too."

"To be honest, our actual combat experience is also limited, and the most we do on weekdays is make gestures with ourselves."

This is true, Ying is his derivative product, and it is not a lie to say that he is fighting with himself.

I just don't know if the 50 people selected by Wu Bin can stand up to the film?

Wu Bin chuckled, "Then you should be careful, their opponents are all real people on weekdays."

Patting Huo Yunting on the shoulder, he got up to choose the fifty opponents.

50 people were still within Huo Yunting's tolerance.

Originally, there were at least a hundred people standing up, but now that half of them are removed, the pressure on him is much less.

Wu Bin called the group down and selected them one by one, and within a short while fifty opponents were selected.

"Master Huo, please."

Huo Yunting didn't speak, and took three steps in parallel, one step over the stage, "Which one will come first?"

"I!"

A tall, thin man in exercise clothes leaped up and cupped his hands.

"Tai Chi Champ of the Eighth World Wushu Championship, Zhou Bin."

Huo Yunting also cupped his hands randomly, "Ren Qiu Chuanwu."

Today, if I can't hide from this pick fifty, then I can't lose this momentum.

"Good boy, that's crazy." Wu Bin couldn't help shouting from the audience.

Then he poked Liu Baoshan beside him.

"Don't worry, Lao Liu, I'm watching, click to the end, I will definitely not hurt your precious apprentice."

"Hmph, I'm not the only master of his."

Wu Bin was a little surprised, "Oh? What's the matter, isn't 'Hundred Masters Chuanwu' fake?"

I don't know who spread the news, it is said that hundreds of masters went to Huo Yunting's house together to impart all the knowledge he had learned all his life.

But he just listened for fun.

Leaving aside whether it is possible to learn, how can hundreds of masters learn in one day?
So Wu Bin has always been skeptical about this matter.

"I don't know if there are hundreds of them, but there must be dozens anyway."

Liu Baoshan folded his hands together and pursed his lips, "Just wait and see."

On the stage, Huo Yunting and Zhou Bin fought back and forth, all trying to find out.

Since he dared to bear the title of Ren Qiu Chuanwu, there must be something, Zhou Bin didn't dare to act recklessly.

The two of you tried one at a time, and the judges in the audience were puzzled.

One is a world champion, and the other is a representative of Chuanwu. Why do they fight like children?
Seeing that the judges in the audience were confused, Zhou Bin gritted his teeth, he couldn't wait.

I was the first to play, so no matter what, I had to get off to a good start.Even if you don't say win, you can't lose too ugly.

Falsely punching with his left arm, stepping forward and flying a kick quickly, Huo Yunting crossed his arms to block, and he put a lot of effort into this kick.

"Snapped!"

"it is good!"

"Brother Zhou is awesome!"

Hearing the applause and cheers from the audience, Zhou Bin also smiled slightly.

But Huo Yunting frowned and opened the distance again.

This kick was beyond his expectation.

I really didn't expect this to happen.

This strength is actually... a little lighter.

The speed is also somewhat unsatisfactory.

The reason why I didn't dodge or dodge the kick just now was to see the strength and speed of the world championship champion.

Some let him down.

Zhou Bin didn't know what Huo Yunting was thinking, he just thought that he couldn't keep up with his speed when he took the kick with all his strength, and his confidence increased greatly.

Just as he was about to poke toward the sun with his palm, suddenly he saw the opponent's palm stab at his left rib.

Hastily retracted his palms to block this move, and then lunged forward, intending to use the classic Tai Chi move to knock him down.

The response is also average.

Huo Yunting evaluated this in his heart.

Raising his forearm to block his chest, he was about to buckle it down, but unexpectedly, Huo Yunting's tricky hand suddenly poked at his throat like an afterimage.

"呲"

The sound was not loud, but it was the throat that was poked.The sound can be poked to show how much effort was used.

Afterwards, Zhou Bin's limbs went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

"Ugh! Keke cough—vomit!"

He retched a few times and didn't spit out anything, but he fell to the ground and couldn't get up again.

The skills are average, there is something, but there are still some showy things.

Looking at Zhou Bin lying on the ground, Huo Yunting made a final evaluation.

What a ruthless hand!
Wu Bin gasped.

"Master Zhou, I accept it." Huo Yunting cupped his hands and helped Zhou Bin up.

Zhou Bin's face was ugly, he forced a smile, and he also cupped his hands before being helped off the stage.

Slightly closing his eyes, he made a final evaluation of all aspects of this world champion.

not bad.

Also just okay.

Now he has a clear and clear understanding of his own strength.

With the physical functions of a mature man and the understanding of martial arts over half a century old, when these two are combined, it may be really difficult for him to lose.

Open your eyes and look at the remaining 49 people.

"Who else practices Tai Chi?"

"I."

"I."

Huo Yunting nodded, "Let's go together, both of you."

"Old principal, this is too crazy." The big man beside Liu Baoshan couldn't help it.

"Just won a world champion and let him float like this? Which one of these fifty is not a world champion?"

"Boy, you don't understand."

With shock in his eyes, Wu Bin shook his head with emotion.

"He just used Zhou Bin as a reference, now, he is sure. Save energy."

Damn, it seems that this kid really doesn't have much practical experience.

Their approach is a bit like what they would do when they established sects in the local area during the Republic of China.

Break through the mountain gate.

It's just that when people break through, they only win a few.Huo Yunting wants to win 25.

This physical exertion may not be able to keep up, and letting a few people go together can save some energy.

"Master Huo, we two go together, have you thought about it?"

One of the men couldn't help asking, "He is the seventh world Tai Chi runner-up, and I am the seventh world Tai Chi champion."

Huo Yunting nodded, "Yes, come here."

With a sigh of relief in their hearts, the two came to the stage under the encouragement of the remaining 47 people.

The two signed up, but Huo Yunting remained the same.

"Ren Qiu Chuanwu."

Knowing the general level of this group of people, Huo Yunting didn't hold back this time.

After the two parties greeted each other, they stepped forward and flew up a wind swinging lotus leaf leg, sweeping at the neck of one of them.

The force was so great that the impact of the head and the stage floor echoed and echoed.

The other person wanted to come to rescue him, but he was swept away by his legs, his legs crossed and grabbed his neck, and the scissor legs strangled the remaining person.

The neck of the man who was strangled by the scissor legs was so red that he couldn't breathe in the end, so he took a series of shots to admit defeat.

In less than 30 seconds, two more people fell down.

Huo Yunting helped the two people whose legs were limp and dizzy to get off the stage, rubbed their shoulders, "Who else?"

Now no one speaks.

After a long while, a person stood up with his arms raised high, "Master Huo, do you dare to compare weapons?"

"Okay, you can compare whatever you say."

"Competition of swords!"

Huo Yunting froze for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes, I just don't know if we have weapons here."

"There are some."

Zhang Xiaohai, with a playful face, pushed his glasses and spoke hastily.

"Xiao Zhao, take my key and go to the backstage, let a few masters choose weapons."

He really didn't expect these two games to be so exciting.

Didn't watch enough addiction!

The one named Xiao Zhao ran backstage with the key, and several half-sized men followed him to carry it. After a while, rows of weapon racks were moved over.

The man who said he wanted to compete with swords spread his hands, "Master Huo, you choose first."

Huo Yunting was not too polite, he glanced up and down under several rows of weapons, finally fixed his gaze, and walked towards the middle row.

Then--

"Sen~"

A two-handed sword was pulled out by him.

Looking at the man's dazed eyes, Huo Yunting smiled, "I play with two-handed swords."

In 15 seconds, the man who proposed to compete with swords was cut off by Huo Yunting again.

It's just that this time not only Wu Bin, but even Liu Baoshan was shocked.

"Old Liu, so the fuck is that old man Yu Chenghui's two-handed mantis sword?"

"I'm not blind, I can't see what's wrong?"

Wu Bin stroked his forehead, "This old boy..."

For the rest of them, go up in two or three together, or come up individually.

More than anything else, knives, guns, sticks, clubs, boxing skills, everything is available.

Without exception, they were all defeated by Huo Yunting one by one.

The group of cheering and cheering people who were waiting to see Huo Yunting, Ren Qiu Chuanwu's joke, fell silent.

Zhang Debang and Zhang Han, who were staring down at their crotches, raised their chests.

Liu Baoshan became happier the more he looked at it, and he couldn't close his mouth.

Because he saw Huo Yunting's Liuhe spear in his hand, it's really amazing.

What I have learned all my life is not in vain.

As for Wu Bin, he was quite silent.

When I made such a move today, my thoughts were somewhat contradictory.

It is indeed too much for him to pick fifty.

But he hoped that Huo Yunting could win in his heart, so he set a requirement for him to win 25 times.

But now seeing that none of the elites cultivated by these martial arts schools survived four rounds under Huo Yunting, he felt a little uncomfortable.

The so-called worry about gains and losses is probably what I said.

"I said, Old Wu, there are only three of your fifty masters left, are you still fighting? Isn't it counting as a win if you have 25?"

Wu Bin was silent for a while, "He has indeed won, but he didn't stop talking about it himself."

"Hehe, old things can't afford to lose." Liu Baoshan chuckled, "Playing rascal~"

Wu Bin pursed his lips and said nothing.

What the hell do these martial arts schools teach?
Fifty people can't stop this kid alone?
Grandma, I will draft the draft when I go back, and I have to pull up this standard for me!

On the stage, Huo Yunting, who was dripping with sweat, held a long stick and swept away the two of them with a move of White Snake Spit Letter. Now, there is only one left.

Hitting 50 people in a row is really fucking tiring.

He took off his upper body a long time ago, and the more he beat him, the more fierce the anger in his heart became, and he couldn't let it out.

"call……"

Letting out a long breath, Huo Yunting threw away the stick in his hand, and looked at his last opponent in the audience.

"Brother, come up."

"What are you waiting for? You are the only one left."

The expression on the man's face in the audience didn't know whether it was crying or laughing. He thought about it bitterly, and finally said with a bit of teeth, "Let's fight."

His grandma's, I just took advantage of my free time to come here for a formality with the master, just to take a look, why did such a thing happen?

Who knew that Ren Qiu Chuanwu was really a fierce god.

Huo Yunting lazily arched his hands, and said the words that have not changed for thousands of years, "Ren Qiu Chuanwu."

The man cupped his hands with a bitter face, "Wu Jing."

ps: Going out to do homework, a bit late, but it's still over

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