Journey To the World of Film and Television

Mong Kok, Guangdong and Hong Kong.

Near midnight, an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city is brightly lit.

Director Wang was chatting and joking with the girls who were putting on makeup next to him, while the assistant director was checking the set and talking to Wu Xing at the same time.

Zhou Ji hid on a beam on the roof, looking down at the busy people. Maybe the entertainment industry's feasting and debauchery had corroded Wu Xing's Dao Xin, and the other party didn't notice the slightest abnormality.

He didn't react until a hooded, skinny man with dark and rough skin stood in the center of the camera, staring at him with a vicious, murderous gaze.

"Hey! Who is that man!" The director who was driving with the actresses also noticed Feng Yuxiu's figure, "Where is the assistant director! What are you doing? Who let him in!"

The assistant director and the scene manager hurried over and shouted, "What are you doing? We are filming! Hurry up!"

A group performer who had put on makeup also came over to express himself when he saw this, and stretched out his hand to push the other party, "Speaking of you! Get out!"

Unexpectedly, Feng Yuxiu pulled out the long sword on the extra performer's back and stabbed it into the shoulder socket of the stage manager.

"I \u0026amp;amp;*\u0026amp;amp;Y*\u0026amp;amp;#￥%\u0026amp;amp;" Others were frightened by this scene, and the field manager wanted to swear but couldn't say anything that hurt, so he could only Standing still.

Feng Yuxiu looked around, no one dared to look at him, and finally his eyes fell on Wang Dao, and said indifferently: "It's none of your business, go away."

"Let's go, let's go~~" Director Wang has experienced strong winds and waves anyway, so he naturally didn't want to cause trouble for a martial arts, so he immediately signaled everyone to disperse. In less than a moment, only Feng Yuxiu was left in the whole factory , Wu Xing, and Zhou Ji hiding on the beam.

"The kung fu masters I know will hide their secrets once their cultivation level is high." A figure of a young man flying up lightly flashed in his mind, killing you and I can go further, Feng Yuxiu suppressed his thoughts, examined The other party said, "You are the king of weapons in your generation, and you want to become a martial artist. Who would have thought that the kung fu of an actor can't be performed."

Feng Yuxiu held his sword and clasped his fists, showing his murderous intent, "Feng Yuxiu, I'm asking for advice!"

The serial murders in Guangdong and Hong Kong in recent days are well known to the world. Wu Xing has a solemn expression, he takes off his sword from the motorcycle beside him, and approaches his opponent step by step, not daring to underestimate him.

The person in front of him is not the usual actor Wu Zhi, but a Wu Zhi, a lunatic who has taken several lives.

Stepping out with one foot, Wu Xing jumped up, unsheathed the long sword in his hand, and struck at the top of Feng Yuxiu's head.

Feng Yuxiu didn't retreat but advanced, his body suddenly rushed forward, took Wu Xing's sword forcefully, and swung the offensive with great strength, before the opponent stood still, he had already accumulated his strength again, Wu Xing couldn't do it anymore and had to The horizontal sword blocked it, but Feng Yuxiu kicked the blade off, and the whole person crashed into a pile of debris in the corner.

The corner of his mouth was cut open, and Wu Xing woke up instantly from the slight stinging pain. A carp stood up and jumped up. He pulled out a steel pipe from the scaffolding beside him, shook out a spear flower, and smashed it at Feng Yuxiu's shoulder.

An inch is long and an inch is strong.

After many years of martial arts practice, although the warrior's vigilance in certain aspects has declined, his overall kung fu has not fallen, and he has even mastered various props.

Feng Yuxiu dodged repeatedly and couldn't find a chance to get close. Although the staff on the set were scared away, these people would call the police when they turned around. If they couldn't take down their opponents in a short time, they might be arrested The police surrounded the place.

The more murderous intent in his eyes, Feng Yuxiu felt himself becoming calmer.

In just a few tens of rounds, Wu Xing took advantage of the steel pipe in his hand more and more, and found a flaw in Feng Yuxiu. Wu Xing picked up the opponent's weapon and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the opponent coiling around the pole like a spirit snake. After pulling out the long sword, he quickly approached him along the steel pipe.

In just a few breaths, he has come to him.

Martial arts are not good in secret ways, long spears are the most taboo for close combat, the next sentence is an inch long and an inch strong.

An inch is short and an inch is risky.

There seemed to be a black light flashing in his eyes, and the hair on Wu Xing's back stood on end. The extreme sense of danger made him subconsciously let go of his weapon and stretched out his hand to block in front of him.

when~~

There was a crisp sound from the steel pipe falling to the ground, and amidst the echoes, the bird's beak, which was as sharp as a blade, penetrated Wu Xing's palms and landed on his throat.

The Adam's apple rolled, and the damage to the skin of the throat was far less painful than the pain caused by the penetration of the palms, but Wu Xing didn't care how badly the palms were hurt at this moment. At this moment, all his attention was focused on sticking to the surface of the throat. Nearly half of the 'Tangqianyan' body.

"Since we have won, why kill people?"

A strange voice came from in front of him, and Wu Xing was surprised to find that a handsome young man in casual clothes appeared between the two of them at some point, holding Tang Qianyan between his fingers, blocking Feng Yuxiu's killer move.

"It's you?!"

Feng Yuxiu's expression changed, and the strength in his hands increased, but it was like a mud cow had entered the sea, Tang Qianyan still stopped motionlessly at Wu Xing's throat.

Zhou Ji nodded and smiled, "It's me."

Feng Yuxiu was very decisive, and immediately let go of Tang Qianyan, stroked Zhou Ji's eyes with one hand, and punched Zhou Ji's ribs with the other palm.

Zhou Ji leaned back and retreated, avoiding Feng Yuxiu's fingertips, grabbed Wu Xing and threw it towards the door.

"Punch first, then grab with kicks, the weapons are five in one. Every time I kill a person, I will be stronger. I planned to defeat all five masters, and then go to the mainland to find you, but I didn't expect you to come to my door in advance! "

Feng Yuxiu's eyes were red, he ignored the fleeing Wu Xing, picked up a broken blade on his toes, and slashed at Zhou Ji.

Zhou Ji was also vigilant, he integrated his bodywork into his footwork, his fingering into his grappling, and he could do the meridian cutting and acupoint acupoints at his fingertips, even if Feng Yuxiu tried his best, he couldn't hurt Zhou Ji in the slightest.

In the past half a year, Zhou Ji discussed martial arts with various masters. Not only did he master the martial arts he learned, he also polished his body and tempered his muscles and bones. Even if he meets the three brothers of the Ji family, he will have the strength to fight.

Although Feng Yuxiu is strong, he is only as strong as an ordinary person. Right now, he has reached the limit of foreign boxing, and after a few years of his peak, his strength will decline rapidly, unless he can break through the shackles and get a glimpse of the inheritance of internal strength Only by warming and nurturing the physical body with internal strength can we maintain strength and not decline so quickly.

You must know that even horizontal kung fu such as the iron cloth shirt with the golden bell cover needs the blessing of inner energy.

However, in the two hundred years since modern times, how many talented martial arts geniuses have not been able to see through the door, and the true method of internal strength cultivation has long been lost.

"Pity."

Zhou Ji fought against Feng Yuxiu for dozens of rounds. At that time, he was able to suppress his opponent with only his fists and kicks, which made Zhou Ji feel regretful.

"I know you are not convinced." Zhou Ji kicked his opponent away, looked at Feng Yuxiu, who was licking the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a deep voice, "Before I left, I heard that you lived in Foshan, and I was looking for you on purpose, but I didn't." Thinking of seeing each other again, this is the situation."

"I know that you have become obsessed with martial arts and are determined to become number one in the world."

"I also know that you are killing people everywhere because your wife passed away and you have nothing to worry about."

"Since you said that 'Kung Fu is a killing technique' and that you must 'determine superiority and life and death' in a duel, then I will help you." Zhou Ji said with a complex expression, "Xia Houwu and I have only known each other for a few days, but He is different from you and me, he has a like-minded junior sister, and he has the responsibility of inheriting the master's family, so let me be your opponent in the final battle."

Now that you have decided to leave, then fulfill your long-cherished wish before leaving.