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Zhao Wenzhuo can be considered a martial arts genius.

But genius does not come out of thin air.

Just like Yao Ming didn't grow to a height of 2.2 meters out of thin air.

His father is almost 2.1 meters tall and his mother is nearly 1.9 meters tall.

With this match, it is very reasonable for someone of his height.

Zhao Wenzhuo is similar.

His father is a martial arts coach and is well-known in the martial arts world in Northeast China.

His mother is a track and field athlete, and an athlete at the master level. Above that, she is an international athlete. The difference is competing and winning awards domestically and abroad.

It's a perfect match, and it's reasonable to have a talented person like him.

But there are three sons in his family, including him, and he is the only one who practices martial arts.

His father noticed his extraordinary bone structure from a young age, so he sent him to learn martial arts from a master when he was 8 years old.

His physical foundation is different from that of ordinary people, and all the experience gained in martial arts and sports training is used on him.

How strong was this person when he was young.

His master, Mr. Zhang, gave him the admission quota to the Imperial Capital Sports University and let his own daughter take the exam for admission.

So when it comes to martial arts, he is extremely confident.

In fact, most of the famous martial arts actors have their skills inherited from their families.

Wu Jing comes from a family of martial arts.

Zhang Jin's father is also a sports coach and amateur martial arts enthusiast.

Brother Chenlong’s family is not a martial arts family.

But his father was a former Kuomintang secret agent, and his skills were better than those of ordinary martial artists.

In his early years, he was reselling opium in the old Shanghai... the opium that was called "big opium".

So, the fact that the kid from Uncle Long's family finally failed in this matter can be regarded as a cycle of retribution in the dark.

Generally speaking, these people are not ordinary people.

They are all geniuses, but only Li Lianjie is a prodigy!

Not only was there no one in his family who practiced martial arts or played sports, but he also came from an ordinary working-class family.

His father is a mechanic and his mother is a bus conductor.

To be able to become the Chinese Kung Fu Emperor with this family background is like winning the genetic lottery.

It is much more difficult than the above ones.

"Brother Zhuo, how do I practice?" Seeing Zhao Wenzhuo coming to him, Zhang Yuan put aside the pain of having just spent more than one million yuan.

It's not about the money.

Mainly, I think it’s not worth spending so much money on the bag.

"Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, sticks, lances, clubs, whips, maces, hammers and claws."

"Pointed, thorny, ridged, bladed."

Zhang Yuan's crosstalk skills, which he had been practicing for a long time, burst out at this moment and he couldn't stop at all.

"You know all of them?" Brother Zhuo widened his eyes.

"I can say..."

"Hehehe." Wu Jing squatted under a tree and looked at the two of them.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhang Yuan turned his head away.

"Is the movie ready?"

Whoosh!
As soon as Zhang Yuan mentioned this, Wu Jing ran away at a speed so fast that even the rabbits were his grandsons.

In fact, he was the one who instigated Brother Zhuo.

Ever since Zhang Yuan said something to him last time, this guy has been brooding over the three words "Wu Ying level".

So after walking around, Wu Jing climbed over a wall and climbed up a nearby tree to watch the show.

Zhao Wen was shocked when he saw Zhang Yuan hitting the sandbag at the table.

After I got back, I got angrier and angrier.

He was the one who was angry.

"Why did I run away?"

In the martial arts world, he has been a prodigy since childhood. Not only has he never lost, but wherever he goes, every martial artist who sees him boxing will give him a thumbs up.

Many famous teachers wanted to recruit him.

It is this near-perfect experience that has shaped my current personality.

A bit arrogant.

After a lot of hard work and practice.

He also tried to hit the sandbag with all his strength.

Then... it was confirmed that Zhang Yuan was born with supernatural powers!
He could move and sway when hitting the sandbag, but at his peak, his range of motion was only 2/3 of Zhang Yuan's.

Even this was done with deliberate use of force techniques.

This test made him depressed.

After thinking for a long time, he clapped his hands.

"Yup!"

"Strength is a gift, but I have enough experience!"

"It would be better if we don't compare strength."

Then, Brother Zhuo shook the red cloth bag behind him, and two long swords for practicing martial arts appeared in his hands.

"Swords are needed for filming, so let's share swords."

Whether it is a Chinese sword or a Western sword.

Compared to knives and axes, swords are more technical.

The sword is three parts strength and seven parts skill.

The use of a sword is 70% strength and 30% skill.

This is not absolute, only relative.

Therefore, in actual combat, knives are more common.

Because as long as you have enough strength, you can wield the sword with 60% of its power even without any skills.

Brother Zhuo, this stupid guy, is rarely cunning.

"Okay, I haven't practiced swordplay with anyone for a long time."

Zhang Yuan took one.

Weighed it in my hands.

nice one!
The weight distribution is very balanced and the grip is excellent.

Experts have different tools.

"Brother Zhuo, that's enough."

"That's it."

Ding dong!

As soon as the two finished talking, the sound of metal colliding was heard.

"Kyo, what are you looking at?"

The two of them were practicing when the film's martial arts director Dong Wei saw Wu Jing peeking from the tree and asked.

"Playing with swords is so much fun."

Dong Wei comes from the Peking Opera industry.

His master is a famous Peking Opera Wudan, whose stage name is Fen Juhua...the name sounds so tender.

His senior brother is Lin Zhengying and his junior brother is Zun Long.

He is not very famous in this industry, but he has a deep background.

"Yo!"

"He really can!"

Dong Wei only took a few glances and exclaimed in amazement.

I saw Zhang Yuan and Zhao Wenzhuo fighting back and forth. The sound of swords clashing beside my ears sounded like firecrackers during the New Year, making a loud noise!
He has a background in Peking Opera, so he can tell at a glance who is using routines and who is real kung fu.

Zhao Wenzhuo knew that they really could do it.

But Zhang Yuan is usually good at fighting scenes, and he thought it was a routine he had practiced during years of filming.

But I didn't expect that I would be able to play with Brother Zhuo after seeing it with my own eyes today!
"You just found out." Wu Jing glanced at him.

How about I instigate Brother Zhuo to practice with him?

"What are you two looking at?"

At this moment, another crew member passed by.

"Come on, come on, good show!"

After a while, one after another.

Zhang Yuan held the sword in one hand, turned around to block the attack, and just in time his peripheral vision caught sight of the tree not far away.

As a result, he tripped.

There are seven monkeys on the tree and one monkey on the ground...the seats are full of people watching the show.

Especially Wu Jing, who looked so happy and successful that he naively swung his legs on the tree branch.

Brother Zhuo was sweating profusely.

its not right!
The more I beat him, the more frightened I became.

Why is it that I am fast and he is also fast.

I set the pace myself and he followed.

It seems there is no bottom.

"Could he be an expert in swordsmanship?"

"Did I pick the wrong one and hit his strong point?"

Brother Zhuo is a proud person, and proud people like to show off.

He also saw a large number of onlookers and became more anxious.

Zhang Yuan lost his balance, so he flipped his wrist and made a surprising move.

There was only a whoosh sound, and the sword was so fast that a silver light flashed by.

"Damn!" Zhang Yuan took a look.

Seeing that I was distracted, he attacked me ruthlessly.

Bullying me, a young comrade in his twenties.

Is this right?
Knowing that Brother Zhuo would use heavy blows, he did not dare to be careless. He pulled the sword to his chest and blocked with all his strength.

Snapped!
With this push and this block, Zhao Wenzhuo quickly took two steps back.

Not like ordinary warriors.

His sword did not drop from his hand.

But I felt sore and numb at the base of my thumb.

A glance from the corner of the eye.

There was a long crack extending from the base of the right hand to near the wrist!

It's not broken, but it hurts a lot.

He knew very well that the opponent only needed to hit him twice more with the same force.

It will take me ten days or eight months to heal my hand.

"It's over, it's over. I didn't expect that as long as you are strong enough, a sword can also be as powerful as a knife."

Then he slowly switched to his left hand, trying to hold on a little longer.

Zhang Yuan glanced at him and knew what was going on. He was injured.

What is he here for?

It's not like I'm risking my life with Brother Zhuo.

I just want to grab some.

There is no point in fighting to the death.

Jianghu is not about fighting and killing, it is about human relations.

There are so many people watching here, if I pick on him again, I will definitely be embarrassed.

"Brother Zhuo." He pointed the sword downward and clasped his hands together.

"I'm exhausted and my steps are weak. Let's stop here."

The force you used to break my hand just now, is that called exhaustion?
Brother Zhuo looked at him speechlessly.

Zhang Yuan: …

Why are you so stunned?
Stairs!

Do you understand stairs?
Instead of walking up the stairs, you want to take the elevator?

Oh... Zhao Wenzhuo only reacted when he saw him winking.

He had never played the friendship card in his life.

Usually, he is the one who makes the final decision and others stop.

He still has to think about it.

"Oh oh oh, that's enough." Brother Zhuo also raised his hand.

"Since you're doing so much exercise, I'll treat you to something to replenish your energy."

"it is good."

The two walked side by side.

After walking about fifty meters, Zhang Yuan was wondering.

Is this person so arrogant?

No gratitude at all?
[Received thanks from Zhao Wenzhuo, sword skills +1, health care basics +1! ]

Oh.

I just figured it out.

Brother Zhuo walked with his head down.

Was he just giving me face?

Doesn't that mean I'm no match for him?
No, no, there is something wrong with this!

I treated him to a meal of mutton casserole to nourish him, and at least he gained something.

Wu Jing also came to eat and drink for free.

The next day, after the show, Brother Zhuo came to him again on his own initiative.

Zhang Yuan took a look and saw that he was carrying a long object on his back today, which was different from yesterday.

"We practiced sword yesterday, how about we practice spear today?"

He is very strong, so he is very fast, and I will be at a disadvantage in a close combat.

Brother Zhuo thought about it all night and felt that he had figured it out.

Then change to a long weapon!

He shook the bag and two red-tasseled spears, each more than a man tall, appeared on the muddy ground.

"This... I haven't practiced it for a long time." Zhang Yuan took it and played with it for a few times.

He thought about it all night last night when he got home.

Because Zhao Wenzhuo was the most difficult warrior he had ever met.

The usual practice of giving each other face doesn't work well for him.

We have to change our tactics.

When Wu Jing saw that the two of them were getting excited again, he walked forward happily.

Zhang Yuan swung the gun and pointed it at him, the guy who was just there to join in the fun.

"Ouch!" When the kung fu boy saw him squinting at him, he covered his chest in an exaggerated manner and then fell backwards.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Yuan thought to himself, are you trying to blackmail me?
"Don't I cooperate with you?" Wu Jing stood up with a somersault: "You are my big investor."

"But I didn't even touch you."

"Doesn't this show that you are an accurate shooter?"

Zhang Yuan: …

Swish!
With a sweeping blow, he slapped him hard on the butt.

He was beaten by this guy and ran away with his teeth bared.

Did I ask you to praise me?
After being chased away by the onlookers, Zhang Yuan touched his chin.

No, we have to change the routine.

"bring it on."

Zhao Wenzhuo shook his hand, and the tip of the gun swayed clockwise, as if it could create a small whirlwind.

"Come."

call……

The two fought again.

As Brother Zhuo fought, the corners of his mouth began to curl up.

Yeah!

That's right.

The ash-rod spear is very resilient; the more force you use, the less effective it becomes.

Zhang Yuan's movements were obviously much slower than yesterday.

The force caused by the collision was mostly dissipated by the gun barrel.

Moreover, he saw that Zhang Yuan's routine was even more simple.

One pierce the eyebrow and two pierces the heart.

Three ties to the eyebrows and four ties to the heart.

Five pierces the eyebrows and six pierces the heart.

There are only these two places.

This move is too easy to guess...

He was thinking so.

Zhang Yuan glanced at his expression and movements and knew it was almost time.

Then he took a step forward, twisted his waist, and turned his back.

Indeed, I haven't practiced for a long time.

There is usually no one to practice with him.

So much so that he almost forgot this unique skill of Mr. Yu Chenghui.

Hooray! ! !

Brother Zhuo saw him with his back turned and felt it was strange.

This flaw is too big... Damn!
The next second, his whole body stiffened and he dared not move.

Because a shining gun tip had appeared next to his right ear.

The diamond-shaped metal blade was only five or six centimeters away from his ear.

The strong wind caused his temples to hurt.

Zhao Wenzhuo swallowed.

If this pierced my face...

It took me several seconds to come back to my senses.

"Is this... a counterattack?"

"Where did you learn that?"

He had never seen anything so authentic and so fast.

The way of exerting force was very different from the shooting techniques he had seen before.

"Want to learn?" Zhang Yuan pulled his arm back, took back the spear and placed it at his side.

"I'll teach you!"

When Brother Zhuo heard this, he stood there for a long time before he spoke.

"Are you really willing to teach me this trick?"

The martial arts industry is very "stingy". Normally, they would hide their special skills as if they were gold, and would even like to take them with them into the coffin. No one would be willing to teach them.

"Of course, there is nothing that cannot be taught when making friends through martial arts." Zhang Yuan replied generously.

[Received thanks from Zhao Wenzhuo, Gun Skill +2, Tongbei Fist Skill +2! ]

Depend on!
If I had known this, I would have done this earlier!
Zhang Yuan thought about it and decided that the other person was a martial arts fanatic.

He is also very straightforward.

Otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to mix well later.

I had preconceived ideas and fell into the trap of empiricism, treating him as someone who was particularly knowledgeable about human nature and human affairs.

It is better to show strength than to show weakness!

A man as arrogant as him will only play with capable people.

There is a difference in rank between you and him, so in his mind he has to look at you with the eyes of Nine-Gates Admiral Ordo.

I regard him as a senior, but in fact, when it comes to martial arts, he is just a big kid.

"But teaching is one thing, and we have to find a secluded place. We can't let anyone steal our skills." After Zhang Yuan finished speaking, he looked to the place not far to his side.

Wu Jing, who was covering his butt, was peeking.

"Yes, yes, yes, such a great move can't be shown to others casually." Brother Zhuo was delighted.

[Received thanks from Zhao Wenzhuo, Health Foundation +1! ]

Once he taught him the moves, he was very generous and Zhang Yuan enjoyed it so much.

"Use your waist to generate power."

“Add the force generated by the rotating body and concentrate it on the arms, and then transmit it to the spear…” Zhao Wen practiced while pondering.

After turning around several times, he held his forehead with his hand.

"This shooting technique is not easy to practice."

"The key is to turn too much, and I feel dizzy."

“Maybe I’m exerting force in the wrong way.”

"Why don't you show it to me again?" Brother Zhuo shook his head and looked at Zhang Yuan.

But I saw Zhang Yuan also holding his head.

"Why do I feel dizzy even though I haven't practiced?" He also patted his forehead.

"Is it because few people use this shooting technique that makes people dizzy?" Brother Zhuo scratched his head when he saw this.

"Not only do I feel dizzy, my feet are also a little numb." Zhang Yuan stomped his feet hard a few times.

"Is it possible that you stomped your thigh and made it numb... No, my legs are numb too." Brother Zhuo patted his thigh.

Zhang Yuan raised his head thoughtfully and looked towards the west.

"I didn't get dizzy from practicing shooting."

"It's not like my feet got numbed by the stomping."

"It seems like...an earthquake." (End of this chapter)