As soon as Hong Zhennan left, the disciples, including Jiang Youda, who was pretending, surrounded Ip Man and asked:

"Master, why did the guy surnamed Hong come to you?"

"Master, is that surnamed Hong coming to trouble us again?"

"That surnamed Hong caused us to lose the martial arts hall, didn't he let us go? Master, otherwise we will fight with them. ”

……

"Okay, okay, what are you thinking?"

Ye Man saw why so many disciples came around, and immediately lectured with a straight face: "Master Hong just invited me to watch a boxing match, what do you all think of others?" Why don't you go to practice boxing. ”

……

Three days later, the scene of the Western boxing match.

The whole stadium building presents a variety of systems of Chinese and Western, ancient and modern, new and old, which looks a bit contradictory.

The arena is roughly divided into three parts, the middle is a square ring, and the field is divided into two parts, one part is the masters and their disciples of various martial arts halls in Hong Kong, Jiang Youda followed Ip Man in it; The other part is mainly foreigners who come to watch the game. The two parts of the people sit clearly.

However, what made Jiang Youda feel a little unbalanced was that the chairs sitting on foreigners were obviously much better than those of Chinese, and everyone present, including Hong Kong people, took it for granted.

Actually, there is nothing strange about it, weakness is the original sin.

"Master Ye!"

Just when Ip Man, Jiang Youda and others were watching the performance on stage, Hong Zhennan walked over.

"Master Hong!"

Seeing Hong Zhennan coming over, Ye Man greeted him with a smile, and said politely: "Thank you Master Hong for those tickets, you can let us have a long experience." ”

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Hong Zhennan also waved his hand with a smile on his face, and said: "After a while, each sect will send people to perform, you ask your apprentices to prepare too, and then go up together to show their faces, so that you can take this opportunity to promote your Wing Chun faction." ”

"Thank you!"

Ye Man replied with great gratitude, after all, no matter what kind of thoughts Hong Zhennan had, this was a real help.

Just as Jiang Youda and Huang Liang were about to play, in the audience of the other row of foreigners, three Britons were sitting on the lying down, looking at the Hongquan disciples who were performing martial arts in the ring, their faces flashing with impatience.

One of these three people is one of the leaders of the event - Ghost Head, one is the boxing king Tornado, and the other is the British businessman Char.

Tornado looked at the Hongquan disciples in the ring, and said with some contempt: "What are they doing here, why are they dancing and shouting and performing pantomime?" ”

The ghost head shook his head slightly, looked at the performance in the ring, and said mockingly: "This is not a pantomime, this is a Chinese martial art, they believe that shouting will make them full of power!" ”

"Chinese martial arts?" Tornado smiled contemptuously: "I'm going to see this so-called Chinese martial arts." ”

After saying that, Tornado hooked the corners of his mouth, stood up from his chair, and walked towards the ring.

Tornado came to the ring and looked at the Hongquan disciple who was waving his hands and feet, a look of contempt flashed on his face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it looks like the tornado is on the verge of trying!" Seeing Tornado on stage, the host first said in English and Chinese: "The boxing king seems to be very interested in Chinese martial arts!" ”

Tornado looked at the performance of the Hongquan disciples, just like watching a monkey juggling, and a team of Hongquan disciples led by Zheng Weiji finally finished a set of boxing techniques and was about to thank the audience.

"Good!" Tornado walked over to see Zheng Weiji, who was standing at the front and leading the disciples to perform, and said in English: "Hit me!" ”

"Huh?"

Zheng Weiji couldn't understand English, and suddenly looked at the person in front of him with a puzzled face.

"Punch me!" Seeing that Zheng Weiji couldn't understand his words, Tornado repeated it again and hammered his chest with his fist.

This time, although Zheng Weiji still didn't understand, it was obvious that the hairy foreign devil in front of him was looking for trouble. Immediately, his fists were clenched, and he threw a punch towards the opponent's chest.

However, the result was somewhat unexpected by Zheng Weiji, smashing on the opponent was like smashing on a stone, and after a punch, his hand seemed to be no longer his own, but the other party had nothing to do.

Seeing that the other party's fist was really as weak as he guessed, Tornado shouted even more arrogantly: "Shall I tickle me?" Hit me hard, come on! ”

Seeing this, there was a burst of laughter from the foreigners in the audience.

Zheng Weiji was furious and raised his fist to hit him on the head.

The head is the vital part of the human body, although the tornado is a little arrogant, but it is not stupid, and then a swing fist hits Zheng Weiji's head.

Zheng Weiji was the opponent of the tornado, and at the moment, it was like being hit by a car, and he fell to the ground with a "plop".

Several Hongquan disciples in the ring were furious and attacked the tornado together. But there was a huge difference in the strength of the two sides, and those who were knocked to the ground one by one by three by five divided by the tornado.

The foreigners laughed and applauded, and the applause was one after another.

"That's power!"

The tornado roared loudly and arrogantly: "This is Chinese martial arts, you better go back and dance." ”

At this time, the host, who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, also translated, "The boxing king said that your Chinese kung fu is useless, let you go back to dance." ”

Most of the people present were young men with strong blood, who could stand such a provocation and shouted one after another, "What are you talking about, foreign devils!" ”

"Look for death, dead foreign devil!"

"Hit!"

"Shoot him!"

There were even a few impulsive ones who ran up to take action against the tornado, and Huang Liang was among them.

Jiang Youda looked at the arrogant tornado on the stage, although he had expected this scene in his heart, he thought that seeing this scene again would be like water, even if he had any reaction, he would follow the crowd, not wanting to be different or make others doubt his patriotism.

But Jiang Youda was wrong, and now he only felt angry. When I first watched the movie "Ip Man 2", I wasn't very angry. After all, the movie can't achieve the immersive effect anyway.

Jiang Youda was a little glad that he had prepared a few days ago, and he secretly encouraged himself at the moment and rushed forward with Huangliang.

……

PS：

The number of words is a little small today, don't mind, it's late, I'm going to bed, I'll try to do more tomorrow. I changed the chapter update time again, every morning at 6:00 sharp.

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