After the third day of the boxing match, the British government in Hong Kong did not get the ruling effect it expected, but was spurned by many Chinese and said that they were unprepared, after all, Hong Zhennan was sick at that time and many people saw and photographed it.

Therefore, the British government of Hong Kong decided to hold another Huayang boxing match, which was more formal than the previous one, and held a press conference for this purpose.

At the press conference, Chief Inspector Wallace, the planner of the British government in Hong Kong, announced the venue of the competition first, which was still set in the ring area of Huawu Building.

The object of the competition was intended to be handed over to Tornado to announce, and Tornado was also arrogant, directly firing the map cannon at the press conference, bombing the entire Hong Kong martial arts world.

In his opinion, even the leaders of the Hong Kong martial arts world have been knocked down by me, and the rest of your cats and dogs can't join in? Then how dare you challenge me, the one who defeated you?

As a result, his original words became extremely arrogant! And he has repeatedly insulted Chinese martial arts, and even Chinese martial arts culture!

"I can't understand why the Chinese use the method of burning incense, is this simply too backward?" But this time, I'm going to use this timekeeping, so that you can better understand the meaning of boxing! ”

"And, judging from my previous fight, Chinese martial arts are just some flower fists and embroidered legs, and I didn't get hurt at all, okay?"

"You said the old man was sick, oh! I'm sorry! I didn't kill him on the spot, so I deserve him! I literally spared his life! I'm his savior! ”

At this, he stood up, raised his hands, and nodded vigorously to himself, just to show his best image under the camera lens.

After all the reporters had taken several photos, he slowly sat down and continued: "Heh, I guess no Chinese dare to challenge me now, right?" After all, their Chinese martial arts are too weak! ”

After speaking, there was a sneer of disdain on his face, and he held it for a few seconds, so that the major reporters could capture this absolutely handsome expression.

As a boxing champion, in addition to knowing how to box, you must also know how to package yourself! Otherwise, how can you become famous?

However, before his sneer disappeared, a clear voice suddenly sounded behind the crowd of reporters, "Chinese burning incense is not only for timing, but most importantly, it also contains our humble Chinese culture!" ”

With the words, Lin Hong came to the front of the tornado step by step.

Lin Hong, who was dressed in a Tang suit, looked very elegant, not like a practitioner at all, and the appearance rate was very good, just look at the reporters who were happy to take pictures next to him.

Of course, what they prefer is the explosive news that Lin Hong is about to export! After all, if this kind of dismantling character doesn't break some fierce news, it's a little too sorry for this way of appearing.

"Mr. Milos, although it is very presumptuous, what I want to say is that I will challenge you in the next boxing match!"

As soon as Lin Hong's words came out, there was silence all around, and the reporter who reacted immediately clicked the shutter.

Tornado stood up even more angrily, looked directly at the kid who had just found him some insults a few days ago, and said viciously: "Since you want to find death so much, I will naturally fulfill you!" ”

This stinky boy, Tornado has long had the idea of crushing him, and now that Lin Hong has sent it to the door, how can Tornado not ravage him!

This kind of provocative confrontation excited the reporters, and almost squeezed the scene into a car accident scene, and the camera clicked violently, and the film was like no money!

The two looked at each other for a long time, and after letting the reporters take photos very tacitly, Lin Hong turned his head first, turned around and left without saying a word.

Walking out of the door, Lin Hong couldn't help sighing, "Alas, the current reporter is really so qualified, he didn't poke my nostrils with the microphone!" It's really disrespectful not to even interview an interview! ”

Lin Hong seems to be lamenting that the reporters of this era are not doing well, and he doesn't feel a pity that the costumes and lines he carefully prepared before have no room to play.

Vanity Fair, Vanity Fair, neither famous, how can it be profitable?

Since you don't give me a chance to carry forward the Chrono Thunderman's quotes, then I naturally won't make your newspaper sales even better!

Sure enough, people in this era are still too simple!

With such emotion, Lin Hong returned to the Ip Man Wing Chun Pavilion in Huawu Building.

As soon as he entered the door, a sharp kick went straight to Lin Hong's lower three roads.

Lin Hong hurriedly dodged, but he was too hurried to completely dodge, and one side of his thigh was kicked squarely, forcing him to take three or four steps backwards to unload his strength.

Passers-by walking outside looked like a clown who had just been kicked out of the door.

Of course, passers-by don't meddle in things, they just glance at it and stop looking, after all, there are too many such kicks in Huawu Building.

"Master!" Lin Hong stood still and shouted into the hall, "Can we not put down such heavy hands, this Tang costume is rented, it is very expensive!" ”

"You big-headed ghost, you stinky boy hurry up and let me in!" Ip Man's voice came out of the door, and his voice was a little loud while he was full of energy.

"Don't go in unless you promise not to kick me!" Lin Hong was still a little afraid of being kicked by Ip Man, so he hurriedly struck while the iron was hot and begged the master to let him go.

"Humph!" Ye Man snorted coldly, stepped out of the door as soon as he took a step, grabbed Lin Hong's ear, and dragged him into the hall, "Can you bear it!" Go straight to the smashing field! ”

Lin Hong rolled his eyes when he heard this, Master! We learned this from you!

Seeing that he didn't reply, Ip Man thought that he was being caught, snorted coldly, threw Lin Hong aside with a movement of his hand, spread his hands, and started with the standard movements of Wing Chun, "Come, fight with me!" ”

These words made Lin Hong suddenly cry and mourn, "Master, it's been two days since I was beaten, and I am still beating?" ”

"Hit! How not to fight! Ye Man glared at Lin Hong fiercely, his body scurried forward, and he went straight to Lin Hong's door with a small thought.

Lin Hong didn't dare to slack off, quickly turned his head, turned around and dodged, and persuaded him with good words: "Master, just let me go, the apprentice needs to rest!" ”

"Rest? There's no time to rest in the ring! In the moment of life and death, how can you be lazy? Ye Man listened to it and continued to play his own fists, and ran away from Lin Hongman's martial arts hall.

Lin Hong couldn't cry or laugh, and he couldn't refute it, so he could only put up his hands and practice against Ip Man.

The above conversations and sparrings have lasted for more than a day and a night, and Ye Man can be said to really beat Lin Hong as an enemy, and he will never show mercy when he moves!

At the beginning, Lin Hong couldn't stand it and went to his sister Zhang Yongcheng for help, but the first call for help was indeed successful.

But after waiting for Ip Man to explain the ins and outs for the second time, Zhang Yongcheng, who had a black face, not only stopped his husband Ip Man, but also stood aside and clapped his hands vigorously, and sometimes even let Ip Man punch a few more punches too much.

Looking at her appearance, if she wasn't pregnant, it is estimated that she would want to end up in person and teach this stinky boy who doesn't know what to do a good lesson!

The two practiced against each other, and the time passed quickly in the morning.

At noon, Zhang Yongcheng still had a black face, but the food taken out of the lunch box was sumptuous and made Lin Hong smack his tongue, with all kinds of chicken, duck and fish, including braised pork that Lin Hong particularly likes to eat.

During the meal, Lin Hong tried his best to please Zhang Yongcheng, and finally made her happy, after all, if Ye Zheng's growth and development were affected because of his own reasons, it would be a big crime.

After the meal, Lin Hong was still caught and killed by Ip Man, which lasted until the evening, and then let Lin Hong go home.

In the next few days, Ip Man was almost two meters away from Lin Hong's side, staring at him every moment to practice martial arts, which made Lin Hong feel pain and happiness.

Finally, the much-anticipated second Huayang boxing match opened, and after several days of brewing and fermentation, the boxing match has now been publicized, as if it has become a prosperous era like the Olympic Games.

Among them, the British boxing king Tornado and Wing Chun Lin Hong have been mentioned by countless people, and these topics are discussed after tea and dinner.

Now, with the arrival of the boxing match that many people are looking forward to, Huawulou instantly fell into a lively boiling.

On the one hand, many martial arts halls took advantage of this opportunity to recruit disciples under the name of their own martial arts halls, and on the other hand, they boasted about how powerful Lin Hong was, and the tornado would inevitably lose.

Lin Hong, who was walking behind the crowd, felt a big head for a while, and he didn't see a few people greeting him when he walked over! How to blow yourself, but you seem to be more familiar with yourself than anyone else, that's called an embarrassment!

Coming to the ring area, Lin Hong scanned the audience, then found a quiet seat in the front row and sat down, quietly waiting for the opening.

As time passed, groups of people began to enter, most of them British in Hong Kong, who had come here just to see the heroism of the tornado, and as for the others, sorry, they didn't care!

When the opening was about to start, a group of martial arts masters were all present, and the leader was Hong Zhennan, who had recovered a lot of injuries.

After he came in, he glanced around, didn't see the person he wanted to see, couldn't help but be a little disappointed, and then whispered a word to Ip Man beside him, after seeing Ip Man shaking his head, he also shook his head, sighed, found a seat and sat down, and stopped talking.

As for what the two of them said, Lin Hong didn't hear it a little far away, but it was just asking where he was.

After a while, with the sound of Dangdang three times, a slightly chubby white British man stepped into the ring and shouted in very ordinary Mandarin: "Welcome to this Huayang boxing match!" ”

After introducing the deeds of the Huayang boxing match, his voice began to rise, "Now! Invite our boxing champion of the British Empire, Mr. Tornado! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and pointed to the door, and everyone's eyes and the lights that came down in mid-air all looked at the door in the direction of his finger.

I only heard the door slamming loudly, a sturdy figure draped in the British flag, domineering and majestic strode out, the strength of the wind, I don't know how many people were present!

His steps were fast, and it didn't take long for him to get into the ring.

In full view of everyone, he demonstratively roared towards the seating area of the Chinese martial artists in the audience, full of provocation.

The host also chuckled very cooperatively, and shouted loudly into the microphone: "Now, there is a Chinese martial artist, Lin Hong, to play!" ”

Lin Hong sat in the audience, looking at all this with a flat gaze, what he didn't expect was that his mood was much calmer than he expected, as if he was not facing a life-and-death boxing match, but a meal where he chose what to eat at noon.

He slowly stood up from his seat, patted the Wing Chun practice clothes on his body, gently brushed the word Ip Man embroidered on his chest with one hand, smiled slightly, and walked towards the ring, elegant clouds and light breeze.

At this moment, there was no screaming, no cheering, and the entire ring area was so quiet.