Boom!
boom!
boom!
"what!"

The filming site of the TV series "The Return of the Condor Heroes".

The sound of flesh colliding and heart-wrenching screams were heard continuously.

Xiaolongnu, dressed in white, was rubbing her butt with her back hand, standing on tiptoe and looking at the chaotic crowd not far away in panic.

Her originally beautiful eyebrows were now twisted into a knot, and the sadness in her eyes had turned into tears, hanging on her cheeks.

"How could he be so stupid!"

"I just fell down."

"It's just that the extras didn't catch me."

"I can bear it, it doesn't hurt too much!"

"What is he rushing up to do?"

Liu Qianqian still doesn't know that someone tried to touch her breasts just now.

She thought that Zhang Yuan went up to confront these people because he saw that she was hurt from the fall.

She only remembered Zhang Yuan telling her to run quickly and pushing her.

She staggered to the side a few times, and when she looked back, she found that the other person had been surrounded.

Not long after, the crowd over there began to cheer.

Then chaos ensued, with everyone raising their fists and legs.

Screams began to erupt from the crowd one after another.

"Mom, Zhang Yuan is going to be beaten to death!" Liu Qianqian cried while pulling her mother's sleeve.

"Listen to how miserable he was screaming. It didn't sound like his voice anymore... He must have been beaten so hard that his voice changed!"

Liu Xiaoli had never seen such a scene before. She opened her eyes wide and instinctively protected her daughter with one hand without saying a word.

Aunt Liu was also frightened.

"How dare they hit people!"

Not to mention the mother and daughter, everyone present was terrified.

Our hero was beaten up?

It’s over!

Yang Guo was surrounded by twenty or thirty people!
After Zhao Jian reacted, he was the first to rush forward, but he couldn't squeeze into the crowd.

He was even elbowed by these excited martial arts school students!
what can i say?

Zhao Jian is out!

"Director Zhao, are you okay?" A staff member immediately came up to help Zhao Jian.

"Oooooh..." Zhao Jian covered his nose, blood oozing out from between his fingers. All he could hear was him saying something incoherently.

"What did you say?"

"Help me make the ball, save him, save Zhang Yuan!" Zhao Jian was so anxious that he shook his hands that were covered in blood from his nose.

"It will be too late if we don't save him now!"

At this moment, the cameraman, production manager, stage manager, props... all the strong and healthy staff members rushed forward.

It has to be said that Zhang Yuan is quite popular in the crew.

If someone else were to take on this risky task, not everyone might be willing to do it.

But everyone was thinking about how on New Year's Day he toasted everyone at every table, treated everyone to food and drinks, and not only did he not act like a leading actor, he also didn't treat everyone as outsiders.

People are sentimental. If you don't consider the monk's face, you should consider the Buddha's face. If you don't consider the Buddha's face, you should also consider the Jiannanchun noodles. You have already drunk so much, can you drink it in vain?
"What are you doing!"

"spread!"

"Let go!"

When it comes to physical strength and physique, there are a few people in the crew who are really good.

The lighting guy, the camera guy, and the prop guy are all guys who can run for several kilometers without rest while carrying their gear.

But in fact, there is another group in the crew who is a hidden BOSS.

This group of people is commonly known as "pole lifters", and some people in the imperial capital also call them "pole masters".

What kind of business are these people in?
sound engineer!
Live sound recording, a guy holding a radio pole all day long.

This thing is very heavy, but they have to lift it all day.

Moreover, the job of recording requires dexterity. If you are too close, the sound will be crackled, and if you are too far away, you can't record it. They also have to follow the actors as they walk.

Every swing of those arms contained "a thousand pounds of strength", and the Xuanhua axe could be used with ease.

The prop guy went up to grab it, but was kicked away by several students.

But when this guy stepped forward, he was pushed to the ground by a martial arts student who was only about 1.8 meters tall, and he almost fell to his death.

Seeing Gan Ye step forward and create a gap in the tightly packed crowd, the other brothers rushed towards this position together.

Soon, he pushed through the crowd.

But just when they were about to break through the crowd and rescue the male protagonist who was being beaten, these brave brothers found that the martial arts school students in front of them, who had been so fierce and ferocious just now, were now showing fear and retreating one after another.

Some people had already turned around and wanted to run away, but they only heard a strange scream of "Ah", and then they were pulled back by a powerful force like the supporting character in a horror movie encountering a ghost.

The group was stunned.

"What's going on?"

If he leaned his head to take a closer look, he would see Zhang Yuan rushing left and right in the crowd, punching and kicking. Within three or five moves, one of them would fall to the ground!

Look at Zhang Yuan again.

All I saw was that his hands were bloodshot, and there were many black spots on the front of his blue costume.

The black spot is slightly reddish.

"Is this... a blood spot?"

Not only his hands and clothes, but one of his eyes was also blood red.

"what!"

"Oh!"

"Aohouhou!"

When the sound engineer heard the scream, he picked his ears and found it very familiar.

"Hey, that's the sound the cat makes in Tom and Jerry!"

These brothers who wanted to come to the rescue looked at each other, and then nodded together.

Correct!
Zhao Jian is right!

It's too late if we don't save him now.

Because if we don't save it now, there's no need to save it.

Did we tune into the wrong channel?
Didn’t they say that Yang Guo was surrounded by twenty or thirty people?

But it was obvious that he was surrounded by twenty or thirty people!
The old brothers looked at each other, and stepped back together in unison.

Or let’s retreat.

Look at the state of our male protagonist, he is really "bloodthirsty".

It's easy to hurt us at any moment.

At this time, the two bearded men who had been strolling and chatting with Lao Ma also arrived nearby.

"Wow, they're just filming a fight scene." The bearded man heard the shouting and thought, what a coincidence.

"Boss Ma, let me show you the fighting scenes of our crew."

"In my martial arts films, the fighting scenes are the most particular. They have to be both realistic and good looking. I, Old Zhang, dare say that I have no rivals in the country in this regard!" The bearded man boasted again.

"Okay, let me take a look."

When he heard that it was a fight scene, Lao Ma also became interested.

The two of them walked closer side by side and looked at the crowd at the same time.

"Oh, is it Zhang Yuan filming the action scene?" Old Ma saw a handsome young man through the crowd.

"Exactly. Look, it's a great fight." The bearded man even praised, "This move, every punch hits the flesh, it's a pleasure to watch."

"It was quite exhilarating." Lao Ma also felt the fight was thrilling.

The bearded man listened to the screams and thought that Yu Min would do the job!
Knowing that I was bringing Lao Ma, they must have taken special care of me. The performances of these extras were very realistic.

The shouting sounded as if he was really being beaten, and it hurt just to hear it.

These two looked beautiful, while in the crowd, Zhang Yuan, who was fighting a bloody battle with everyone, had more than ten people lying on the ground beside him.

Students of martial arts schools have practiced.
But that was a large class, and half of it was traditional martial arts training with performance as the main focus, and the other half was Sanda teaching.

In a one-on-one fight with ordinary people, they have an absolute advantage.

Practicing and not practicing are two different worlds, there is no comparison at all.

But sometimes there is a world of difference between having practiced and having practiced.

Most of these students entered martial arts schools after junior high school, and have only been practicing martial arts for two or three years. What they have learned are just the basics and tricks.

And after all, they are just students.

Students are quick to get into the swing of things, and quick to get out of it.

When he saw Captain Jia being beaten, he immediately got angry and shouted for revenge. When he saw his classmates lying on the ground, he immediately got angry and shouted for his life.

This is called a mob!
Why morale was so important in ancient wars.

Because once morale collapses, no matter how many people there are, they will collapse at any moment!
Captain Jia is the team leader and the leader of this gang of buddies.

But think about it, this guy's character is really not up to par. How many good people can hang out with him?
It is really like "when together they are a pile of shit, when apart they are scattered they are all over the sky".

Here.

Now these people saw that the situation was not good and discovered that when Zhang Yuan fought people, he was as ferocious as a vicious tiger.

They didn't drink the "three bowls and you can't pass the post" either, so they really didn't dare to rush forward.

We would rather die than let our friends die. We don't want to be beaten into pieces.

I'll be the one to take advantage, but I won't be the one to get beaten!
It was like having eaten a spicy beef hot pot and drank a box of cold beer the day before, then eating half a chilled watermelon when I got home, and then sitting on the toilet the next morning.

This group of people shouted "Kucha" and scattered!

But don’t forget, the guys from the crew have already arrived and are surrounding them outside, blocking their way completely!
"Run!" Zhang Yuan threw a student whose neck he had grabbed to the ground.

"It's the same whether you hit one person or a group of people!"

"I don't care about tomorrow, I'll just make up for it first!"

These extras all played the roles of Beggars' Sect members, each holding a bamboo stick.

Just now everyone was crowded together and the sticks couldn't be used to separate them.

Now they want to run, which gives them just enough space to use the stick!
Zhang Yuan pressed down with his toes and a bamboo stick was lifted into the air. He stretched out his arm and grabbed it in his hand.

call!
A muffled sound of wind blew towards the back of the running student.

The bamboo stick hit the man on the back. Before he could even scream, he fell to the ground like a sack.

Zhang Yuan swung his hand back, and the stick moved to the other side of his body with his waist as the center. With a flip of his wrist, a student who was running away felt his knees go weak, and he fell to the ground holding his legs, looking painful.

boom!
boom!
boom!
The bamboo stick drew shadows in his hand, reaching an extreme speed.

Someone was being hit every second.

Every second someone falls to the ground.

Every second someone joins the howling chorus.

Bang... click!
It was not until he hit a man's lower back with a stick that the stick broke due to the excessive force that he was forced to stop.

"The props must have been bought with kickbacks." Zhang Yuan muttered as he looked at the half bamboo pole in his hand.

When a prop guy who was standing nearby heard this, he quickly took two steps back.

Don't come at me later...

"What a great stick technique!" Not far away, old man Yu Chenghui showed a happy expression.

"He can use the Shaolin stick to this extent. He is no less powerful than some masters who have practiced for ten years."

"Strong but gentle, flowing like clouds and water, really good!"

At first, the old man wanted to step forward to help save people.

Later I realized that I didn't need to do it myself.

Zhang Zhenyong, who was standing by, also wanted to help out at first, but now he was shaking like a sieve.

"My dear mother."

"I even called my fellow students and told them that I had tied with him."

"What if someone takes it seriously and asks me to play it again? What should I do then?"

Zhang Zhenyong looked at the students who were lying on the ground groaning. At this time, the number of people had risen to nearly twenty!
He took a deep breath and felt that if the other party used all his strength, he would probably be able to get a "baby-like sleep".

Zhang Yuan threw away the broken stick in his hand and walked towards a student who was crawling on the ground.

The rest who could run ran away, but this person was tripped by a classmate who fell to the ground and was unable to escape.

As the setting sun shone, the man found that his body was completely covered by Zhang Yuan's shadow. The other party raised his fist and was about to hit him with an expressionless face.

He quickly raised his hand and spoke tremblingly.

"Stop!"

"I was wrong. Jia Qiang and I are not familiar with each other..."

Seeing that Zhang Yuan had no intention of stopping, he quickly changed his words: "Didn't you say that we should not fight, but should follow the teachings of Confucius and Mencius and be righteous? Please let me go!"

Only then did Zhang Yuan stop.

Then he raised his left fist and clenched it.

“This is Ren.”

He clenched his right fist again.

“This is righteousness.”

"I will let you taste the taste of benevolence and righteousness now."

"Let me tell you what the teachings of Confucius and Mencius are!"

Boom!
"This is called a gentleman has no authority if he is not serious!"

Boom!
“This is called teaching without discrimination!”

Boom!
"This is called making the best of it!"

After three punches and two kicks, the man's head tilted and he fainted.

The setting sun is as red as blood, shining on the earth, creating waves of scarlet.

No one dared to step forward on the set now. They all watched Zhang Yuan walk towards one side quietly.

As he went to the place where the people who were originally standing there were like detergent dropped into a greasy dish, they automatically scattered to the left and right.

In the direction Zhang Yuan was moving forward, there was a man with blood all over his mouth, constantly spitting out broken teeth. He was moving slowly on the ground using his hands and feet, wriggling hard like a maggot in a cesspool.

Da da da da…

He was crawling towards the director's team, which was where all the important people in the crew were and was the safest place.

But just as he was about to ask the director for help, footsteps like the devil's whispers came to him.

Wow!

Zhang Yuan came to the monitor and twisted his neck.

Yu Min jumped up and hid aside.

He picked up the director's folding stool, waved it around, and found it to be very handy, with a satisfied expression on his face.

Then, he swung towards the person on the ground!

"what!!!"

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...

Zhang Yuan hit Jia Qiang who was trying to escape, again and again with an elegant rhythm.

To be honest, these actions of his were somewhat personal.

"Hit me with your lunch box!"

"You want to touch my woman!"

"Hit me with a stick!"

"Fuck me!"

At the beginning, Jia Qiang on the ground was waving his limbs like a turtle. After being hit more than ten times, his screams gradually weakened and his movements became smaller.

"Nice folding stool!"

Yu Chenghui clapped his hands!
"The secret of the folding stool is that it can be hidden in the crew, easily accessible, and you can sit on it to conceal your murderous intent. Even if you are caught by the police, they can't sue you. It really deserves to be the first of the seven weapons!"

Zhang Zhenyong, who was standing by, only came to his senses at this moment.

You can even boast about this!
You must have watched a lot of Stephen Chow’s movies!

He memorized the lines very well.

Zhang Zhenyong glanced at the person on the ground, then spoke to the old man cautiously.

"Yu, Yu Lao, the one on the ground seems to be dying."

Yu Chenghui only came back to his senses at this moment, and immediately frowned.

"Blood is filling his pupils. No, he can't stop!"

Although he knew that Zhang Yuan was no longer rational at this moment, the old man couldn't bear to watch him kill people.

Mr. Yu immediately picked up a bamboo pole that was scattered on the ground and stepped forward.

Even though he is over sixty years old now, when he runs he makes a lot of wind and runs very fast!

In the blink of an eye, he came near Zhang Yuan, then raised his hand and swung the stick towards the folding stool that Zhang Yuan was about to drop for the Nth time.

What does it mean that "a fist fears a young man, and a stick fears an old man"?

The stick was swung with skillful force and at a tricky angle, just hitting Zhang Yuan's point of force, using his force to counter his own, drawing a half circle, thus neutralizing his powerful blow, and at the same time knocking away the "first of the seven weapons" in his hand.

Mr. Yu thought to himself, this is good, at least I didn’t make a big mistake.

As long as no one is killed, everything is fine.

But at this moment, the old man felt a flash before his eyes, and a figure with a single blood-red eye rushed towards him... (End of this chapter)