Luckily, I'm rich!
Yu Yongsheng looked at him and suddenly understood.
So he nodded. "Be careful."
He was under someone else's roof, so he endured it. But Qin Ze didn't need to. He didn't need to care about the Americans' feelings. Yu Yongsheng took off his gloves and handed them to Qin Ze, but he shook his head and refused.
"Director, I want to spar with Martinez." Qin Ze turned to spar with Davis.
It wasn't just the Chinese who were enjoying the show. The Americans were surprised to see the "fighting match" again, and one of them was a celebrity, and the other was still a Chinese.
Davis had a headache. It was nothing for a martial arts director to be beaten up. He was on Martinez's side. Qin Ze was a celebrity with status and was specially invited. It would be bad for his reputation if he was beaten up. It would also be difficult for the crew, and it might even have a negative impact on the filming.
"No!" Davis refused. "That's it."
Qin Ze shrugged. "Even if you refuse, the spar will continue. I think it's the same for him."
Martinez grinned and stared at Qin Ze.
Fighting Qin Ze was obviously more interesting than fighting a martial arts director because he was Qin Bao's agent. Martinez was happy to let that woman see his strength.
Thinking of this, he turned to look at Qin Bao.
He wasn't very satisfied with her reaction. That woman didn't seem worried, dissatisfied, or nervous at all. Instead, she was talking and laughing with another beautiful woman next to her.
If his hearing was better, he would be able to hear the conversation between Qin Bao and Su Yu.
"How long can he last?"
"Ten seconds!"
"Wow, you underestimate my brother."
"Then five seconds it is."
Qin Bao and Su Yu had seen Qin Ze fight before. He could beat an adult man with just two slaps.
There was nothing that couldn't be solved by slapping. If there was, slapping would be slapping.
"Aren't you going to stop your brother?" Suddenly, someone spoke from behind.
Qin Bao turned around. Elizabeth had appeared behind her without her knowing.
"Will you be sent back if you hit someone? Sparring should be fine." Qin Baobao frowned.
This American female celebrity seems to be very interested in my brother. They have only known each other for less than half a month, and she is already acting intimately with him. Hmph, American women are so open and shameless.
Qin Bao Bao was confident in her looks, but she had always been proud of her breasts and buttocks. Now, she had lost her "pride". Her opponent also had big breasts, and her buttocks were especially sexy.
"That's not what I meant." Y'lisabet blinked and glanced at Qin Ze. "Martinez is very strong. Your brother is going to get beaten up later, even though he is quite muscular."
After saying this, she found that Su Yu and Qin Bao Bao's eyes suddenly sharpened.
There was murderous intent in his eyes!
F * ck, she even knows that my brother has muscles?
Damn it, did that little b * tch secretly touch my husband?
Elizabeth was vigilant and embarrassed. She walked away silently.
Chinese women were eccentric and difficult to get along with.
"That's not fair. Martinez didn't rest."
"He doesn't need to rest. He doesn't look like he can fight."
"He didn't even wear boxing gloves. He's too amateur. Maybe he will be KO with one punch. "
"That's so boring."
The onlookers discussed animatedly, and laughter filled the air.
Martinez stretched his neck, clenched his fists, and got into a fighting stance. He slowly approached Qin Ze. "Do you know Chinese Kung Fu?"
Qin Ze shook his head. "No!"
"You don't even know how to fight. Don't cry later." Martinez sneered.
"Have you never been beaten up by Chinese people before?" Qin Ze said.
"But I know you will be beaten up by Americans." Martinez stood up and fiercely punched Qin Ze's face.
Qin Ze didn't retreat. Instead, he moved faster and kicked Martinez's lower abdomen. As for the punch, he just tilted his head slightly and dodged it.
In an instant, Martinez's 1.9-meter-tall body flew back four or five meters and fell to the ground.
The onlookers were stunned. An ordinary person would stagger and fall after being kicked, but Martinez flew back four or five meters. It was painful to watch.
This time, Martinez completely lost his ability to move. He curled up on the ground and covered his lower abdomen. His face was pale.
Did he need martial arts for a simple kick?
Qin Ze imitated a Kung Fu superstar in his mind and shouted, "I'll hit you!"
In fact, he had held back half of his strength. Otherwise, Martinez would have been sent to the emergency room with internal bleeding.
But it was enough for him.
At this time, the onlookers exclaimed. It was noisy. Martinez's assistant rushed over to check the situation. The others were shouting that they were selling cakes.
Yu Yongsheng found it hard to believe. Martinez's weight was at least 85 kg, which was the minimum. How much strength did that kick have?
There were countless martial arts schools in Chinese. Putting aside the messy moves, the core was the same: strength and speed.
Qin Ze's kick was simple and unadorned, but it contained strength that many people couldn't achieve in their lifetime.
In ancient times, this was innate strength. A martial arts master.
Elizabeth was stunned. Her eyes widened. In the words of an online novel, her beautiful eyes bloomed with unprecedented splendor.
The American girls who liked strong men couldn't help but admire Qin Ze.
The calmest ones were Qin Bao Bao and Su Yu. At most, they sighed. "Wow, this foreigner is so weak."
The filming was suspended. Martinez was sent to the hospital. Celebrities were precious. No matter what happened, it was best to send him to the hospital.
"You know Chinese Kung Fu?!" Davis asked Qin Ze curiously.
"I've been practicing since I was young. Real Chinese Kung Fu can kill one person in eighteen times. I can probably beat ten weaklings like him." Qin Ze bragged about Chinese Kung Fu.
Davis nodded quickly. "I used to believe that Chinese Kung Fu is very powerful."
Qin Ze said, "I can see that. The director is a fan of Chinese Kung Fu. He insisted on not agreeing with Martinez's suggestion."
Davis shook his head. "Not really. Did you watch the God of Lace series from a certain company last year? The one that did well at the box office."
Qin Ze thought for a while and pretended to be enlightened. "Yes, it's the one starring a star from Chinese. I'm also a fan of the male lead, Xu Jinjiang. I grew up watching his 3G films."
He always felt that 3G films were the best. They had rich plots and were full of temptation. They were much more meaningful than the Japanese educational films that only knew how to fight.
If 3G films were legal, there wouldn't be a market for Japanese educational films.
The goddesses of the 80s and 90s were generally 3G actresses.
There was no such thing as Akira Ishijima and Maria Ozawa.
Davis: "???"
He was stunned for a while and said, "No, no, no! The male lead is an American, not a Chinese. "
Qin Ze: "… Is that so? I was wondering why Xu Jinjiang dyed his hair."
That was awkward.
He didn't watch many superhero movies, but just like when he was a child, his friends would discuss Heizawa King and Naruto. If he hadn't seen them, but his friends asked, he had to pretend that he had seen them and then "enthusiastically" discuss the plot with them.
In fact, his mind was full of "What are you talking about?"
The reason why he didn't like superhero movies was that the logic was too confusing. The setting was full of loopholes. The heroes were sometimes strong and sometimes weak. They were completely in service of the plot, just like the retarded supporting characters in the retarded pretentious web novels.
The logic of the superhero movies in the points store was even more confusing.
For a logical science student, this kind of movie was just a special effect. The Internet always said that their IQ was insulted, but when their IQ was insulted, they didn't feel it at all. Instead, they watched it with great interest.
Fortunately, Davis didn't continue this awkward topic and continued, "Reijin's movie has too many flaws in the action. I paid attention to the comments of the netizens in China and China. Most of them were complaining that Reijin was a god, but he fought like a brute. There was no beauty. At that time, I had the idea of using Chinese Kung Fu."
"I see." Qin Ze nodded and thought of something. He said, "By the way, will he sue me?"
After showing off, Heizawa King switched to Salted Fish Swamp mode. If he faced the risk of being sued, he had to quickly call the legal department over to prepare countermeasures.
"Fighting in the ring is not fighting." Davis shrugged and said, "Unless he's injured."
From the standpoint of a director, this farce could be treated as a sparring or a seasoning episode, but he definitely didn't want to make it too big for too long. This was different from the Chinese's style of keeping the peace. It was purely the concept of capital that made him not want to see any accidents in the filming.
Qin Ze was immediately relieved.
For the next half of the day, the crew was still discussing the topic of "Chinese Kung Fu" from time to time.
The Americans believed that Qin Ze knew Kung Fu. Just now, he showed a little of his skills and sent Martinez to the hospital.
But in fact, Martinez was discharged from the hospital that afternoon. After lying in the hospital for half an hour, the pain disappeared and his body was fine. After the examination, the doctor also said so.
He seriously considered suing Qin Ze and specially called the director. But Davis didn't stand on his side. Everyone agreed to learn from each other. How could a sparring be considered a fight?
Even if he sued and called the police, the other party had a witness. It couldn't be construed as intentional injury.
Therefore, when filming the next day, Martinez had to brace himself and praise Qin Ze for his good Kung Fu.
In this way, he just lost because his skills were not as good as his opponent's. It was just like losing in the ring, not being beaten up.
"Your Kung Fu is very good. You're a master."
In front of everyone, Martinez praised Qin Ze and made a friendly gesture. "Can you teach me?"
“ofcourse。”
Qin Ze's answer made Martinez very satisfied.
"Actually, Chinese Kung Fu can be learned quickly. You'll be very good in about three to five days," Qin Ze said.
As he spoke, he even invited Martinez to sit down and chat in front of the crew and impart his experience.
Martinez thought to himself, "At least you're sensible."
He planned to leave after chatting for a while and officially forget about yesterday's awkwardness.
In his opinion, Qin Ze was more sensible. After all, he was a local. He had a hundred ways to make it impossible for him to stay here, and there was nothing he could do.
Qin Ze said, "Actually, Chinese Kung Fu is very good. Fighting is just the outer part. The real core is cultivation and ascension and becoming a celestial."
"Huh?" Martinez was confused.
The curious onlookers around looked at each other.
"Oh, this is the core idea. It's like building a socialist society. It's a lofty goal, but I don't know if it can be achieved."
"But it can make people have abilities far beyond ordinary people and make your strength easily surpass that of Hercules. In China, this is called Qi Training!" Qin Ze said seriously.
Everyone, including Martinez, was skeptical.
"I'll cover it up for you."
He was like a street performer, calling in all kinds of onlookers. But the talent he showed was not breaking stones with his chest or bending steel bars with his iron throat.
Qin Ze pulled out the folding chair under his butt. The chair's frame and four legs were hollow steel. In front of everyone's eyes, he pinched a chair leg with his thumb and index finger, and his knuckles exerted force silently. When he released his fingers, the crowd around him clearly saw that the chair leg was pinched flat.
There were exclamations everywhere. For a moment, the sound of cakes being sold echoed.
Martinez found it hard to believe. He tried it himself. His fingers squeezed the hollow steel hard. Because of the force, his arms trembled, but he couldn't move it at all. People could bend hollow steel with brute force, but it was impossible with two fingers.
Several onlookers also tried it out of curiosity, and they were even more surprised.
"This is Qi Training. It can make people have strange power, power that ordinary people can't control. Everyone, this is the core technique of China's Kung Fu." As Qin Ze spoke, he left one dent after another on the chair leg.
"I've seen it. I've seen China people use this kind of Kung Fu," someone suddenly shouted.
Qin Ze was stunned. He couldn't help but look at him, wondering if it was true. He was just talking nonsense.
"So it's true in the movies." But then the man added.
"Art comes from life." Qin Ze nodded immediately.
"Can you teach us?"
"Teach us China's Kung Fu, Qin, please."
"Master above."
The foreign devil was very excited.
Kung Fu was a characteristic of China. At the same time, it was very mysterious and powerful. This impression was deeply imprinted in the hearts of Americans in the last century. Decades ago, there were foreign devils who traveled across the ocean to China to learn martial arts. Even now, there were foreigners who longed for Kung Fu in Shaolin Temple.
Qin Ze's Two-Finger Dhyana was so incredible that it aroused their strong interest and yearning for China's Kung Fu. They were even excited because America was a country with a strong idea of individual heroism. Everyone yearned to have the ability to surpass ordinary people.
"How do you practice Qi Training?" Martinez asked excitedly.
Qin Ze pressed his hand, and suddenly everyone quieted down.
"There's a saying in China: Practice Qi Training starts with the heart, and practice the body with the character. Let me tell you, if you want to learn the upper level of martial arts, you have to learn to stabilize your Qi. "He looked around and said," How do you stabilize your Qi? "
"How?" Everyone asked.
"Don't be arrogant or rash. Buddha smiles. Oh, it might be difficult for you to understand. Let me find someone to demonstrate. You Americans hide your core skills and are stingy. But we China people are very generous. I won't be stingy to show you the core of China's Kung Fu. " Qin Ze pretended to search carefully and picked Martinez out of everyone's willingness to raise their hands.
"Me? You want to teach me Qi Training? " Martinez was a little excited. Although he still hated Qin Ze, he put aside his grudges for the time being.
"Learn from me." Qin Ze sat on the ground with his feet and palms facing the sky.
Martinez followed his example. After he finished, he waited expectantly for the next step. Suddenly, he saw Qin Ze raise his palm.
"Slap!"
It was loud and clear.
fuck！
Martinez's anger burned subconsciously, and his eyes widened.
"Stabilize your Qi!" Qin Ze said lightly.
Martinez said, "Stabilize …"
"Slap!"
Before he could finish, another slap came. It was loud and clear. He didn't look in the mirror, but from the burning pain on his face, he knew that his face must be red.
"Stabilize your Qi!" Qin Ze said immediately.
It was this sentence again. Every time Martinez was about to lose his temper, this light sentence made him unable to vent his anger.
This sentence was poisonous!
Qin Ze raised his palm again. This time, Martinez reacted quickly and blocked it. He said, "I don't …"
Before he could say the word "learn", Qin Ze's other hand had already slapped his face.
Qin Ze said seriously and sincerely, "Did you learn anything from this?"
Martinez was speechless.
Qin Ze said, "Nothing? Your talent is too bad. How do you feel? "
Martinez was speechless.
When did a celebrity get slapped three times in a row?
He felt so wronged!
So angry!
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