Because the British colonial government saw that the Western boxing match was held to ease the contradictions between China and Britain and let the Hong Kong people understand the power of British boxing, the British colonial government also attached some importance to this competition and handed it over to David of the Kowloon Police Department. Morkov is in charge, and this foreign devil named David is not only greedy for money and lustful, but also looks down on the Chinese, and they all secretly nicknamed him in the back: Ghost Head!

After getting the order of the Chief Superintendent of Hong Kong, in order to make this boxing match beautiful, the ghost head not only requisitioned the entire floor of Ming Wah Building on Dundas Street in Kowloon as the venue for the Western boxing competition, but also asked more than 200 disciples of the entire Hung Boxing Martial Arts Gym to serve as free volunteers, and arranged the ring of the entire boxing competition to be spacious and beautiful.

Ye Xuan and Ye Man came to the hall of the boxing match early with more than a dozen apprentices, looked at the seat number designated on the ticket, and more than a dozen people sat down safely.

Soon after they sat down, people walked in outside the door one after another, some of these people were Chinese people in cloth clothes, and some were foreigners in gorgeous suits.

Knock knock! Choke choke! －－－

The lights in the ring were turned on, illuminating the entire ring very clearly, and a drum beat sounded, and then a group of Hongquan disciples wearing black Hongquan martial arts hall clothes walked to the ring, set up a formation, and practiced Hongquan's moves one by one.

"Master Ye!" Just as these people were watching the performance in the ring, Hong Zhennan walked over.

"Master Hong! Master Hong! Ye Xuan and Ye Man stood up at the same time and clenched their fists. At the same time, Ip Man said politely: "Thank you Master Hong for those tickets, you can let us see for a long time." ”

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Hearing Ye Man's kind words, Hong Zhennan smiled and waved his hand, and then said: "After a while, all sects will send people to perform martial arts, you ask your apprentices to prepare, and then go up together to show their faces, and also increase the popularity of your martial arts hall." ”

"Thank you!" Ip Man hugged his fists and said gratefully, now their martial arts gym has just opened, and they have no connections in Hong Kong. Not many people know about it at all. Not to mention apprenticeship, with Hong Zhennan's words, their martial arts hall can also be promoted.

Hong Zhennan still had other martial arts masters to greet, and he didn't be polite to the two of them anymore. He nodded at the two of them. Then he turned around and went to greet the others.

looked at the back of Hong Zhennan leaving. Ye Xuan frowned, if there is no accident, Hong Zhennan will be defeated by the British boxing champion Milos. Taylor was beaten to death in the ring in a jousting match. Should I save him?

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Just as Hong Zhennan was greeting the masters of various martial arts halls in Hong Kong, in another row of slightly higher ground, two Britons were sitting on the lying down, looking at the Hong Quan disciples who were performing martial arts in the ring, with a look on their faces.

One of these two people is the head of the tournament, and the other is Charles, the director of the British Boxing Championships Council.

At this time, a tall and strong man wearing only a pair of boxers on the lower half of his body and a white boxing robe walked in from the side door, patted the ghost on the shoulder and said, "Hey! Buddy! ”

"Hello, Taylor!" Seeing that the boxing champion was coming, the ghost head and Charles both stood up and stretched out their hands to shake him happily.

"Before the game, we have prepared a show for you!" The Devil shook hands with Taylor, invited him to sit down, and pointed to the martial arts performance in the ring.

"Thank you!" Taylor thanked him, sat down, looked at the Hong Boxing Gym disciples who were performing Hong Boxing in the ring, tilted his head, and asked a little inexplicably, "What is this?" British-pantomime? Why are they dancing and shouting at the same time? ”

"NO, NO, NO......" Hearing Taylor's words, the ghost head shook his head, looking at the performance in the ring, a mocking smile appeared on his face, "Taylor, that's not a British pantomime, it's a Chinese martial art, they believe that shouting will make them full of power!" ”

"Ho!" A sneer tugged at the corner of Taylor's mouth, and then he said to the ghost head and Charles, "Really? Then I'm going to give them a reason to scream, okay? ”

"Go ahead!" Charles nodded with a smile.

"Hahaha!! ---" The ghost head let out a malicious laugh from the side.

Seeing that everyone was nodding their heads at the event, Taylor got up from his chair and walked towards the ring.

Taylor came to the ring and looked at the Hongquan disciple who was waving his hands, 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 it in English, and then said in Chinese: "The boxing king seems to be very interested in Chinese martial arts!" ”

Just when Taylor watched the performance of the Hongquan disciples as if watching a monkey juggle, the Hongquan disciples finally finished a set of boxing techniques and thanked the audience.

"Good!" Taylor looked at the audience who were bowing their heads and applauding, walked over to see Zheng Weiji, who was standing at the front leading the disciples to perform, and said in English, "Hit me!" ”

"Huh?" Zheng Weiji couldn't understand English, and looked at Taylor's suspiciously.

"Punch me!" Seeing that Zheng Weiji couldn't understand, Taylor took his fist and compared, and then imprinted it on his chest and said again.

This time, although Zheng Weiji didn't understand, he already understood what Taylor's meant, but he thought that this ghost guy was coming up to perform, and suddenly his legs bent and punched straight punches, but he didn't hit Taylor.

The audience below didn't find out that Taylor was not good, and thought that he wanted to perform with Zheng Weiji, and there was a round of applause from the bottom. Only Ye Xuan sat quietly on the side, looking at Taylor's eyes with a hint of cold light.

"Hit me!" Seeing that Zheng Weiji's fist only stayed in front of his chest, Taylor was very dissatisfied, and even more despised Chinese kung fu, holding the fist that stayed in front of his chest, hitting his stone-like pectoral muscles a few times, and shouted again.

At this time, if Zheng Weiji still doesn't understand what Taylor's means, then he really lives to a dog at this age, the ghost in front of him is obviously here to find fault, looking at Taylor's contemptuous look, Zheng Weiji clenched his fists tightly, and suddenly smashed Taylor's chest with a punch.

Boom!

It was like smashing a punch into a wall of flesh, and Taylor's face in front of him did not change in any way, and he seemed to take Zheng Weiji's punch very easily.

"Awesome! Cruel! Seeing that the boxing champion of his country took the punch of the Chinese man without moving, the British at the table immediately dedicated the lively applause to their boxing champion.

Feeling the strength of itching in his chest, Taylor grabbed Zheng Weiji's fist and mocked: "Use some strength, come on!" ”

"Hahaha! ---" The Britons in the audience saw that the boxing champion of their country seemed to be teasing the fighters of Huaguo, and immediately let out a burst of piercing laughter.

"Come on, come on......" Hearing the laughter from the audience, Taylor seemed to hear the voice shouting for him, and shouted even more arrogantly. (To be continued......)