The rules for ring selection are very simple. Whoever can stand on the ring and win six consecutive games can get one of the places in this Sino-foreign exchange competition.

The ring was full of contestants.

Ning Xiu looked up and walked straight to the ring without any pause.

Feeling the atmosphere around him, the long-silent warrior soul was rekindled out again. At the end of the day, he was a martial arts illegitimate. Although he had no regrets in his retirement back then, he still had a hint of reluctance.

"You want to go on stage?"

Ning Xiu walked to the ring and was about to go up, a staff member of the Chinese Martial Arts Association asked.

Under such rules, it is always unfavorable for those who come to the stage first, and it is easy for people to understand the roots of the stage. Therefore, since they announced the rules just now, no one is willing to be the first to appear on stage, so the staff have this question.

Ning Xiu did not stop and gave the answer with practical actions.

"Name!" The staff member reacted and turned around and shouted loudly in the direction where Ning Xiu left.

Ning Xiu stepped onto the ring step by step, stood in the center of the venue, and posed in a pose with both hands.

"Jiwu, Ningxiu!"

"Okay, our first contestant has been confirmed. If you have any challenge, please go to the ring!" The staff in charge of the competition turned around and looked at the contestants and shouted loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a big man jumped onto the ring and stared at Ning Xiu with a fierce look as fierce as a wolf.

"Bajiquan, Zhao Beng!"

There were sighs under the ring. In their eyes, the thin young man like Ning Xiu didn't look like a fight no matter how hard he looked. Moreover, his self-reported home was a school that he had never heard of. Therefore, they were even more sure that the other party was just a boy who had learned wild boxing for a few years and came to participate in the competition.

In their eyes, they would win a game in vain. Such a good opportunity was taken first by others. Naturally, they would regret it.

Zhao Beng moved his shoulders and neck, and showed a cruel smile at Ning Xiu: "Brother, I'm not serious about it. I don't want to be injured. Now seize the opportunity to step down by myself."

I have to say that although Zhao Beng said this sounds hurtful and harsh, he is indeed thinking about Tiningxiu.

Tai Chi didn't go out for ten years, Xingyi beat people to death, and Baji was scared to death back then.

As a representative of the strong school, Bajiquan emphasizes the purpose of cutting and pulling in a short distance and opening hard.

He shook his arms and fell into the sky, and stomped his feet and shook Jiuzhou.

To describe it in two words, it is hard work!

It is unlikely that those who want to practice Bajiquan will stop, at least Zhao Beng can't do it in front of him.

Many people off the field had already imagined that they would like to splatter blood in the ring later.

"please."

Ning Xiu leaned forward and took a step forward.

A very simple step.

It's also a very casual step.

Most of the people present didn't think anything was wrong and didn't pay attention.

But there are still a few people who see this unusual step. Cai Fo, the honorary consultant of the Chinese Wushu Association, was slightly surprised, gossip?

If Mr. Sun Sanyuan was present, he would be surprised to come. You should know that Ning Xiu used the Tai Chi Prajna Hammer on the overpass not long ago, but he couldn't come at this time.

Not only him, but most senior executives of Chinese martial arts will never come because for them, there are things that are more important than the selection competition.

Although Shi Gan was also worried about the situation there, his responsibility was to be responsible for this selection. As soon as he thought of it, he focused all his attention on Ning Xiu.

This step just now was really too accurate and it was not something that an outsider could do.

Whether it is the orientation of the toes, the control of the heels, or the most critical change in the center of gravity of the body, they are perfect and cannot be perfect.

Even he couldn't find any mistake.

Although Baguazhang is called palm, its core is footwork. It is also called Wanshen Baguazhang. The founder was Dong Haichuan, a master of national martial arts in the Qing Dynasty.

After Dong Haichuan, the Baguazhang lineage gradually diverged and was divided into the Shi School, Yin School, Liang School, Cheng School, Gong School and other schools.

Ning Xiu's Baguazhang learns his own esoteric family.

"You asked for your own fault, but I can't blame me."

Suddenly, Zhao Beng rushed forward suddenly, and made a fierce and fast Beng punch straight to Ning Xiu's face.

Ning Xiu moved sideways and saw Ning Xiu dodge, Zhao Beng had no trace of surprise on his face, so he wanted to elbow and lean over like a mountain!

The close-fitting explosion is the advantage of Bajiquan.

At this time, Ning Xiu took his palm. The moment he came out, he couldn't tell whether it was the first palm or the first step. He saw his heel tilted and his body sideways, and his second palm had hit Zhao Beng's chin from bottom to top.

It's like holding lotus with both hands.

Zhao Beng was knocked away and finally fell heavily to the ground.

Everyone watching the game was shocked.

He never thought that a young man who looked weak would be a master.

"Baguazhang, what is the relationship between Dong Haichuan and you?" Zhao Beng staggered and stood up, shook his head, and looked at Ning Xiu and spoke.

Ning Xiu shook his head gently and said, "There are eight Yins outside the nine states, eight Hongs outside the eight Yins, and eight poles outside the eight Hongs."

"The Baji means to use the meaning of exerting force to reach a place that is far away from all directions. If you want to reach a far-reaching distance, you must strengthen its foundation. If you don't ask, how can you reach the Baji?"

After hearing Ning Xiu's words, Zhao Beng was shocked because he had heard his master say this just now.

"You...you can still have Baji?"

Ning Xiu shook his head again.

"I haven't practiced it, but I know how to use the six-he gun."

Ning Xiu's conversation shocked Shi Gan, who was watching the battle from a distance, and he could see the opponent's flaws at a glance. This martial arts literacy is no different from that of a master.

Even he thought he could not do it, and the person in front of him was still so young.

The little sheep in everyone's eyes turned into a tiger.

There is no suspense about qualifying. The people present are stronger than Zhao Beng, but they are so strong that they are limited, and the gap with Ning Xiu is no longer the same level.

Sure enough, it was not beyond Shi Gan's expectations.

On the competition platform.

I saw Ning Xiuyou wandering back out of his palm, flowing clouds and flowing water.

Push, insert, chop, tick, cross, bump, buckle... few of his opponents will never fall down even if they take the next move.

But in just one stick of incense, six games were finished.

After six games, I just sweated.

However, this is also normal. Most of the people who come to participate in the selection are younger generations, or those small sects. Those who are truly well-known are proud of their identities, while others are unwilling to do so. The remaining few are always in their martial arts and will not participate.

"Okay, I'll announce..." When Shi Gan was about to announce the final victory in the trial, a disciple of the Martial Arts Association hurriedly ran over from the backyard and shouted.

"Master, President, can you go there quickly!"
Chapter completed!