Seeing Wang Jianyi's eyes appear with resentment, and glancing around at the crowd in front of him, Ye Xuan's brows furrowed slightly, this Wang Jianyi's previous appearance was obviously instructed by Zhao Yue, and now that Wang Jianyi appeared again, then what he said next can be imagined.

Taking a deep look at Zhao Yue, Ye Xuan saw a hint of happiness in his eyes that the conspiracy was about to succeed, the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched slightly, and he sneered silently.

Zhao Yue was also looking at Ye Xuan, and when he saw Ye Xuan's unprovoked sneer, his eyelids jumped, as if something bad was about to happen, but he quickly calmed down, because as long as Wang Jianyi testified in front of so many people, then even if Ye Xuan had ten mouths, he couldn't tell clearly.

"He ......" Wang Jianyi pointed his finger at Ye Xuan, and when he saw Wang Jianyi speak, Zhao Yue's face just showed a smile, and suddenly Wang Jianyi's tone changed, and he turned to Zhao Yue and said loudly: "He didn't kill Zhao Quan, the person who really killed Zhao Quan is you, Zhao Yue!" ”

The crowd that was originally waiting to watch the play, including the people from the Taihong Martial Arts Hall, did not expect Wang Jianyi to suddenly change his words, and the entire crowd instantly quieted down, looking at Wang Jianyi and Zhao Yue in the crowd with strange eyes.

"Wang Jianyi, you are crazy, Zhao Quan is my son, how can I kill him?" Zhao Yue's face turned from red to blue, and then from blue to black, he never thought that Wang Jianyi would go crazy at such a moment, and even said that he was the murderer of his son.

"Why isn't it you, I hid in the corner that day and clearly saw it clearly, it was you who wanted to send Brother Quan out to kill Ye Xuan, but Brother Quan didn't want to, so you suddenly killed him with a knife, and said that he was your son, you can do whatever you want him to do, let him die if you want him to die, so that you can get Sun's Boxing Gym, even if you let him die once, I will help you get Sun's Boxing Gym, poor Brother Quan'er......" Wang Jian pointed at Zhao Yue with tears and accused him of his crime.

"Whoa!! ---" The crowd exploded abruptly.

"Tiger poison does not eat children. I couldn't imagine that Zhao Yue would be so frustrated, and even kill his own son for the sake of a martial arts hall......"

"It's really a thief who shouted to catch a thief, killed his own son, and wronged others......"

"The world is unfair, the people's hearts are not ancient, I didn't expect Zhao Yue to be such a beast, in vain I wanted my son to learn kung fu from him, fortunately ......"

"You, you, you talk nonsense. You, you're spurting blood...... Burst! --"Hearing the voices of the people around him, Zhao Yue was extremely angry, coupled with the original injuries on his body, a mouthful of blood gushed out from his throat, and then his eyes rolled and he fell directly to the ground.

"Master, master......" Seeing Zhao Yue fainting, the apprentice who originally came with him immediately panicked. One by one, they hurriedly helped Zhao Yue up, separated the crowd and left quickly.

Without Zhao Yue taking the lead, these people naturally couldn't make trouble if they wanted to, not to mention that such a thing happened. These people didn't dare to stay here, and the remaining few people left here with coffins in ashes, completely devoid of their previous arrogance.

In less than ten minutes, the crowd that was originally surrounded in front of the gate of the Sun Clan's Martial Arts Hall dispersed one after another.

looked at the quiet front door. Ye Xuan shook his head, and when he just turned around and wanted to go back to the yard, he suddenly found that there was suddenly a small advertising paper drawn by a brush on the ground. The advertising paper is painted with two men swinging their fists and practicing, the left side is written "Promote national arts, strengthen the body", and the right side is written "Authentic, Wing Chun boxing", and the reason why Ye Xuan noticed this advertisement the most is that the middle of this small advertising paper is written "Master Ip Man personally taught" a few big words.

Looking at the advertising paper on the ground, Ye Xuan's originally gloomy mood suddenly became cheerful, and with a move of his mind, the advertising paper that was originally on the ground suddenly flew up, and then flew lightly into Ye Xuan's hand.

"Kowloon Sham Shui Wade Wing Lung Street No. 159 rooftop!" Looking at the address written under the advertising paper, Ye Xuan muttered to himself.

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"One-five-six, one-fifty-seven, one-fifty-eight, I found it, senior brother, this building is No. 159." At noon on this day, a young man with a little girl suddenly came to Wing Lung Street in Sham Shui, and the little girl stood in front of the door of a building and pointed to the house number on it, and said to the young man standing beside her with a happy smile on her face.

"Good, Cui'er is amazing!" Ye Xuan touched Cui'er, who was looking up as if waiting for his praise, and nodded at her with a smile, making Cui'er, who was waiting for praise, giggle.

Looking at the advertising paper in the corridor that was exactly the same as the one in his hand, Ye Xuan pulled Cui'er to walk into the corridor and walked towards the rooftop.

The rooftop was on the top of the fourth floor, and Ye Xuan pulled Cui'er to walk slowly, perhaps because he was afraid of noisy neighbors, until he walked to the third floor, Ye Xuan heard the sound of practicing martial arts piling from upstairs.

With Cui'er, Ye Xuan still walked to the rooftop of the building without hurrying.

As soon as he walked to the door of the rooftop, he saw nearly a dozen young people in pairs practicing Wing Chun with each other.

"Hey, this brother, are you here to learn boxing? Come, come, come, come up! Just as Ye Xuan was standing in place and feeling the truth, a young man with a rather handsome face among the group of young people who practiced martial arts said to Ye Xuan with a hearty smile on his face.

Seeing this young man, Ye Xuan thought of Huang Liang, the first disciple of Ip Man in the movie, shook his head and smiled: "I'm not here to learn boxing. ”

"Not here to learn boxing?" Hearing that Ye Xuan was not here to learn boxing, the smile on Huang Liang's face suddenly retracted, raised his eyebrows, raised his chin towards Ye Xuan, and asked in a somewhat hard tone, "Then ...... you come up here?" ”

Listening to Huang Liang's tone, the corners of Ye Xuan's mouth raised slightly, in the movie, although Huang Liang was young and impulsive, he respected Ye Man's master very much, but he was also a promising young man, "Do you have to do anything when you come here?" Could it be that this rooftop belongs to yours, so we can't come up and have a look? ”

"I'm sorry, although the rooftop is not ours, but this is our martial arts training place, we refuse to visit, please leave quickly!" Huang Liang glanced at Ye Xuan and Cui'er who were hiding behind him, and when he saw that there were children present, his tone softened slightly.

"Visiting? As long as you two or three times embroider your legs, I don't think there's anything to visit. Ye Xuan said with an arrogant expression.

"What do you say...... It's too unusual......" The disciples next to him who had originally stopped practicing heard Ye Xuan's words that seemed to insult them, and immediately surrounded Ye Xuan one by one with big eyes and an angry face.

"It turns out that you are here to find fault, you get out of the way, let me show him what he said about the flower fist embroidered legs!" Huang Liang, as the senior brother, waved his hand to let the surrounding junior brothers get out of the way, planning to teach the kid in front of him a lesson.

"Stop!" Just when Huang Liang was about to teach Ye Xuan a lesson, a middle-aged man wearing a black Tang dress robe and about forty or fifty years old suddenly appeared by the door of the rooftop building. (To be continued......)