Chapter 472

The staff first glanced at Qin Baobao's mobile phone.

"I'm live." Qin Baobao is smiling.

Suddenly, the staff was a little stiff, standing slightly upright, posing with a straight waist, and the egg smiled: "they are competing for boxing."

The thing is, just made up a fight scene, when Qin Ze started, subconsciously fought a few real fighting skills, of course, failed. I was roast out by the martial arts instructor.

Qin Ze said, "it's good to have some real moves occasionally."

The martial arts instructor retorted, "Mr. Qin, although most of the actions in the film and television are ostentatious, just for beauty, it doesn't mean they're untrue. It's just that your actors show them flashy and don't reflect their power."

Qin Ze wondered, "why didn't I feel any truth?"

After hearing this, the martial arts instructor was immediately unhappy. He felt that his professional dignity had been questioned and said unhappily, "President Qin, you don't understand this industry. Don't be misled by those theories of the uselessness of Chinese martial arts on the Internet. The skills are also simple and gorgeous."

The staff on the side said, "yes, brother Zhou practiced in Shaolin temple when he was a child and won the champion of Sanda. He is also a real black belt. He is not comparable to those who tie a black belt casually to his waist."

The martial arts instructor smiled, "Taekwondo is famous for its gorgeous ways. Don't look at his high kicking. The roundabout kick is very exaggerated. A real expert, a roundabout kick can dislocate a person's chin."

Qin Zexin said, I'm afraid you didn't pay attention to Wudang Mountain.

"Taekwondo does have two skills, but if you encounter a tough one, you will be beaten a few times first. As soon as you are close to your body, taekwondo will be finished."

"So, President Qin, you don't know real kung fu."

Qin Ze smiled, "I really practiced."

The martial arts instructor asked curiously, "what has President Qin practiced?"

Qin Ze said, "the times are calling."

Martial arts instructor: "......"

It was just the break time, and Qin Ze said, "why don't we have a competition?"

The martial arts instructor shook his head immediately.

"Why?"

"I'm serious. It's not important."

Qin Ze: "...."

Coincidentally, when I get serious, I'm even afraid of myself.

Seeing that the martial arts instructor was so uninterested, Mo Yu winked at him and said with a smile, "Lao Zhou, you can compare with President Qin. President Qin may not be worse than you."

The martial arts instructor hesitated for a moment and nodded, "OK."

The director's meaning is to let him put water in, fight with President Qin for 300 rounds, go in and out, up and down, and finally reluctantly defeat president Qin, creating an atmosphere of glory despite defeat.

After all, everyone can see that President Qin is actually a fool. If you lose to him, it will be hypocritical flattery. If other employees don't say it in their hearts, President Qin may also be unhappy.

And then there was this one.

"Duel?" Qin Baobao's eyes lit up and looked at the camera on his mobile phone: "Nah, here's the thing. My brother is going to fight with the martial arts director of the crew. Do you want to see it?"

The audience in the live broadcast room responded in films of "want to see".

Qin Baobao snorted, "sorry, now I'm going to quit the live broadcast."

Then he deliberately shook the camera and looked again. There was a wail in the live room.

"At the critical moment, you said to cancel the live broadcast? Be careful that I turn pink into black."

"Come on, elder sister, I want to see my husband beaten."

"Haha, I also want to see Qin Ze beaten."

"I've never seen how actors shoot, and I want to see Qin Ze beaten."

"Why do you think Qin Ze must have been beaten? Maybe he can win."

"It's impossible to win. That's the muscle of martial arts guidance. Besides, how can Qin Ze master martial arts? He has practiced Taekwondo at most. This thing is actually useless. My cousin practices Taekwondo, just like tai chi, and plays tricks."

Qin Baobao pie pie mouth, let you just tease me.

She said to her mobile phone, "my brother hasn't practiced martial arts, but he fights very badly and doesn't necessarily lose."

The response is: "Xuandi crazy devil, his nature is exposed."

"They are about to start." Qin Baobao puts the mobile phone screen in the circle.

The audience members of the production team were also whispering, but they spoke lightly, because it was difficult for others to hear their conversation.

"Does president Qin like dazzle?"

"Lao Zhou is so frank that it's really difficult for him to pretend to lose."

"What if you lose? Maybe you will be appreciated by President Qin and get a raise?"

"Envy."

In the circle, the martial arts instructor opened his posture, sank his waist and crotch, and motioned Qin Ze to attack.

Since it is the boss who instructs Mengxin, it should be Mengxin who takes the initiative to attack, and then the boss sees the move, defeats him, and gives some advice.

Qin Ze nodded, took a few steps forward, twisted his waist, lifted his legs, and whipped him with one leg.

The martial arts instructor raised his left arm to parry. He only used five parts of his strength, thinking that he couldn't stand still and wanted to look staggered.

Then he shivered fiercely, and a great force came from his left arm, sweeping him directly to the ground.

The scene suddenly quieted down, and the cries of the melon eaters who were just about to cry were stuck in their throats.

A few seconds later, the applause was thunderous.

Lao Zhou's acting... Backhand is a compliment.

Mo Yu's eyes lit up, full of appreciation, and his heart said that old Zhou, who was usually upright and wanted to die, didn't expect to be exquisite inside. This fall really fell out of the level, fell out of the climax, fell out of the brilliant avenue of the workplace, and his future was unlimited.

Qin Baobao: "...."

She suddenly remembered a video she had seen before. The boss of a super enterprise, who was a lot of old and liked to show, danced with a mask at the annual meeting of the company. What was it that danced? The level of primary school students... So it was all slander for primary school students.

It sucks anyway.

There were boos under the stage. Halfway through, the boss took off his mask.

"What's this special dance... Sleeping trough, Dad!"

The applause was thunderous in an instant.

The audience in the live studio was much more honest, and they all roast:

"The acting is too realistic."

"There is no technical content at all."

"Martial arts director: this year's acting emperor belongs to me."

"At first, I only believed that the great thing was conscience. In the end, I couldn't see clearly that the strong thing was reality."

"Baby, let's listen to you sing."

Qin Baobao didn't see these words, and the mobile phone was still in the circle.

The martial arts instructor stood up with a confused face and listened to the deafening applause. He felt that his reputation as a "master" over the years had been swept away. The script is not written like this. I should have fought with President Qin for 300 rounds, and then won half the battle.

He saw that Qin always had a few tricks, so he was accidentally swept over when he was relaxed just now.

No, this face must be taken back.

"President Qin, I was careless just now. Let's come again." The martial arts instructor shouted.

"Yes." Qin Ze nodded. He only made a contribution with his foot, which was more of a temptation. He didn't expect the martial arts guidance of the crew to be so poor.

The martial arts instructor rearranged his posture, sank his waist and crotch, and motioned Qin Ze to attack.

Qin Ze shook his head and waved to him.

In case of another kick Ko, it will hurt people's face.

The martial arts instructor put away his underestimate, rushed for two steps, and punched Qin Ze in the face. To be exact, his chin was hard. Even if President Qin couldn't dodge and hit, it wouldn't hurt too much, and gave him a chance to stop at the same time.

But his punch was empty, and Qin Ze sidestepped away. At the same time, he punched him straight in the abdomen.

In full view of the public, the martial arts instructor was stiff all over. Then, he covered his stomach, knelt down slowly, curled up all over, and kept retching.

The scene quieted down again.

The gourd eaters were impressed by the acting skills of Wushu guidance again.

With regard to his acting skills and career intrigue, it is unreasonable for him not to be promoted.

But soon, they found something wrong, because Lao Zhou vomited, and all the things he ate at noon vomited out. On a closer look, he was startled. His face was very white, his eyes were bloodshot, and he made a rapid gasp.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" The two staff members came forward to help, and the heart said, this should not be the performance, otherwise the performance is too lifelike, Qin Baobao's performance is not as good as you.

The martial arts instructor sat up with the help of the two people and slowed down for a long time. The severe pain in his abdomen slowed down. He was barely able to speak. He glanced at Qin Ze bitterly: "did Qin master practice?"

"I said so." Qin Ze nodded.

Two parts, attacking people's abdomen, can make people so painful that even Dad can't cry out.

Three component force will cause minor injury.

This is his strength now.

If he is not afraid of crushing fracture of his fist, he should be able to break the stone.

"What kind of Kung Fu does president Qin practice?" Asked the martial arts instructor admiringly.

"The times are calling."

Martial arts instructor: "...."

Nima's era is calling. If he pretends to break the law, President Qin has been sentenced to death, and the lightest is life imprisonment.

The applause is more enthusiastic. This applause is different from the previous applause. In a very popular sentence: everyone is shocked.

A fist gives Ko a martial arts instructor who is tall and has eight abdominal muscles.

Is president Qin a legendary Wulin master?

Didn't it say that Chinese martial arts is a deception to steal fame? I was beaten to the ground by a boxer at random, and I didn't have a temper.

In fact, it has nothing to do with Chinese martial arts. Everything is the embodiment of strength and speed, and there is no key attack skill of Chinese martial arts signboard.

"Take a rest and the pain will soon go away." Qin Ze said.

He didn't know that his performance just now was seen by tens of thousands of people in the live room.

Gifts and barrage brushes are seething.