As if to confirm his words, Taylor smirked and jumped into the ring.

"Huaguo monkeys, stop your clumsy performances!"

Taylor walked in front of a Hongquan disciple, and without saying a word, he was faced with a straight punch, the Hongquan disciple raised his arms to resist, only to hear two soft sounds of 'click, click,

"Senior brother!"

Several Hongquan disciples wanted to step down to save people, but they were blocked by Taylor, and the heavy punches fell like raindrops, and the Hongquan disciples were knocked to the ground by him one by one, and no one could stop him two or three punches!

"Huaguo Kung Fu is all rubbish!"

Taylor pointed at the fallen Hongquan disciple: "The sick man of East Asia will always be the sick man of East Asia, hahaha!" ”

He is the new heavyweight boxing champion in the United Kingdom, even in the ancestral land of the United Kingdom, he can be regarded as having a certain status, it is said that he should not make trouble for nothing, and deliberately provoke a conflict between China and the West, but this time he took the benefits of Baker, so that he would have nothing to do, in his mind, these Chinese boxers are just some yellow-skinned monkeys, and they will fight.

The Chinese in the audience were all furious, and the people in the major martial arts halls got up one after another to accuse Taylor, and even Fatty Bo was so angry that he couldn't help but pull out his gun.

However, thinking of Liu Fu's explanation, Fatty Bo still held back his anger and said loudly: "Don't mess up, don't mess up, everyone don't mess up, I will protest to the ghost guy on behalf of everyone......"

Protest? Protest against your paralysis!

Others can endure it, where can Hong Zhennan endure it? His disciples were beaten unreasonably by Taylor in public, if he doesn't come out again, will he still use it in the future?

After instructing the disciples to settle a few injured disciples, Hong Zhennan plucked onions on dry land and jumped directly onto the ring, pointing at Taylor with one finger: "White pig, I'll fight with you!" Life and death without complaints, dare to take it? ”

This is Hong Quan's business, Hong Zhennan must play, and Zhou Wenqiang is not good at taking the lead, just walking to the side of the ring, ready to save Hong Zhennan at any time.

Listening to the translation hosted by the ghost guy, Taylor sneered, rushed over and slammed a straight punch into Hong Zhen's south door.

Hong Zhennan crossed the iron latch with both hands, took a punch from Taylor, only to feel a shock to his arms, as if he was hit by a huge force, he was secretly shocked in his heart, and quickly made a mistake under his feet, turned around with his unloading force, and swept to the back of Taylor's head with a palm.

“stop！”

The ghost referee hugged Hong Zhennan and shouted: "Foul, foul!" In boxing matches, you are not allowed to attack behind the opponent, let alone the back of the head! ”

"No legs!"

"Don't attack the stalls or eyes! Huaxia people, did you hear clearly? ”

"Hear me clearly!"

Hong Zhennan snorted coldly, shook off his hands, walked back to the front, Dantian competed, his right hand clenched his fist in front of his shoulder, and his left hand spread three times.

Hong Quan pays attention to Zhou Tian's breath, he is so angry that he is extremely fierce, don't look at Hong Zhennan who is in his fifties, as long as this breath is raised, he can also compete with Taylor, the heavyweight boxing champion.

The two sides fought again, Taylor surpassed Hong Zhennan several times in a row with his arm span, from the left and right sides with an uppercut blow, sandwiched with a fierce straight punch, were all resolved by Hong Zhennan with a combo, the first game was near the end, Hong Zhennan was surprised, the soles of his feet buckled the ground, and the upper back leaned back 45 degrees, and he actually hit Taylor's left shoulder socket with a 'fairy skillful lying in the cloud'.

If it were an ordinary person, Hong Zhennan's punch would have made the opponent scatter, but Taylor was really rough and thick-skinned, and his ability to resist blows was simply perverted, so he just shook his head after eating Hong Zhennan's blow.

No substantial harm was done to him at all.

"It's not good, this ghost guy is too capable of carrying it, it's like he has practiced an iron cloth shirt. I can't get enough gas! Gotta knock him out in the next round, or I'll lose! ”

When Hong Zhennan retreated from Fangtaijiao, he only felt a burst of wheezing, and his dantian qi was a little unable to lift, knowing that most of his asthma was about to attack again, and he was afraid that he would not be able to last long.

Taking the medicine handed by the disciple and swallowing it in one gulp, Hong Zhennan refreshed himself, drummed up and went again, and in the second round, he barely tied with Taylor.

'When! ’

The bell rang at the beginning of the third round, and Hong Zhennan looked at Taylor, who was fierce on the opposite side, and his face changed slightly.

He knows his own things, and the physical fitness of the ghost guy on the other side is simply perverted, not only can he carry it, but his fist is extremely heavy, and every time he either dodges, or he has to use both hands to take it.

By the third round, more than half of his physical strength had been consumed, but Taylor seemed to be fine, at most he was only warmed up, and if he continued to fight, he would definitely lose, and he might even be seriously injured or even die in this boxing ring!

But even if you know it's death, you have to fight it!

He is Hong Zhennan, he is the grandmaster of Hong Kong, and he is the president of the Hong Kong and Kowloon National Art Association! Even if you die in the ring, you must not be a deserter!

Chinese people are not the sick men of East Asia!

In the third round, the fists of both sides touched, and it began!

Hong Zhennan roared a tiger, on the side of his body, gathered his dantian, rushed forward with both handwritten words, and hit Taylor hard!

Shoot with all your might, fight hard!

Taylor sneered, raised his fists to protect his head, did not retreat but advanced under his feet, and after resisting Hong Zhennan's two punches, he was actually bullied into the middle palace.

A pair of huge fists continuously hit Hong Zhennan's waist ribs on both sides, Hong Zhennan's dantian qi was unexpectedly dispersed by him, his breathing was short, and his throat made a sound like metal rubbing, and finally his feet shook and he fell to the ground with a bang!

The ghost referee turned around very coincidentally at this time, and he didn't even see Hong Zhennan fall to the ground.

"The sick man of East Asia, haha!"

Taylor raised his right foot and kicked Hong Zhennan's chest fiercely, the dignified boxing king, and he blatantly fouled!

"Trash!"

The figure flashed, and there was already one more person in front of Hong Zhennan, who also raised his right foot and faced Taylor.

"Bang!"

With a loud thud between their legs, Taylor retracted his leg with a 'whoop', staggered back a few steps, and looked down to find that his leg had swollen a lot.

Zhou Wenqiang turned around and took out a small glass bottle, poured the liquid into Hong Zhennan's mouth, gently helped him up and said, "Master Hong, you have done your best, next, leave it to me here." ”

Hong Zhennan drank the medicine given to him by Zhou Wenqiang, only to feel certain in his heart, his breathing suddenly became much calmer, and he glanced at Zhou Wenqiang gratefully: "Master Zhou, the ghost guy's fist is too heavy, you have to be more careful, and you must also guard against his black hands and black feet!" ”

"Don't worry, Master Hong, when it comes to playing black, I'm his ancestor!"

Watching the disciples of Hong Quan help Hong Zhennan off the stage, Zhou Wenqiang turned around and hooked his little thumb at Taylor, who was full of suspicion: "Little trash, Lao Tzu is here to take over this boxing match, do you have any opinions?" ”