When I walked into the prison, I saw Fatty Bo dragging his fat body out, and when he saw Chu Mo, he greeted him with a flattering face.

"Chu Shao, I don't know what wind blew you to our police department..."

"Fat Bo, have you eaten bear's heart leopard gall recently? Dog's day, dare to shut down Master Ye for no reason! ”

For the fat wave in the movie, Chu Mo didn't have a good impression at all, and directly scolded him coldly.

Fat Bo was stunned when he heard this, the Chu family is a famous family in Hong Kong, and the relationship with the British Governor's Mansion is very good, Fat Bo naturally didn't dare to offend Chu Mo, so he hurriedly said with a smile.

"Chu Shao extinguished the thunder anger a little, but what Chu Shao said was Ye Man?"

"What nonsense? Still not letting go? ”

"Yes, yes, I'll release him!" Fat Bo hurriedly dragged his fat body to the prison.

"Master Ye, Ah Liang, are you all right?"

"It's okay, this time it's thanks to Brother Chu's help!"

......

The Hongquan Martial Arts Hall was still very lively, the disciples were learning from each other, and when they saw Chu Mo coming, they all opened their mouths to say hello.

In the hall of the martial arts hall, Zheng Weiji stood behind Hong Zhennan, with a hint of fear in his eyes, and when he saw Chu Mo looking at him, he unconsciously lowered his head.

"Amer, you haven't been here for a while, come, join hands with the teacher, and let the teacher see if your boxing skills have improved in the past year!"

Hong Zhennan, who was standing in the hall of the martial arts hall, saw Chu Mo walk in, a smile appeared on his serious face, and he said with a chuckle.

"I won't let the master down!"

Since Hong Zhennan spoke, Chu Mo would not refuse, walked to the center of the hall, and looked at Hong Zhennan.

"Well, Amer, you will use the newly learned Wing Chun to fight with the teacher, and the teacher will see what is unique about Ip Man's Wing Chun..."

Hong Zhennan stood up with his fat body, put on a posture, and at the same time opened his mouth to let Chu Mo use Wing Chun, Chu Mo naturally knew what Hong Zhennan meant.

After all, Ip Man made a big fuss about Li Hongji today, and he must be very clear about the whole story, but his disciple lost to Ip Man's disciple, and he definitely can't hang his face, how can he be happy in his heart?

"Amer, what do you think of Weiji's loss to that sorghum?"

"Wei Kei is out all day long, and it is not surprising that he lost to Huang Liang, but it is just that he is not good at learning and art, and it does not mean that Hung Quan is not as good as Wing Chun!"

After listening to Chu Mo's words, Hong Zhennan glared at Zheng Weiji fiercely, and he hated the taste of iron not being steel.

"Let's shoot!"

"Then master, you have to be careful!"

"Hmph, take my punch!"

Hong Zhennan snorted coldly, jumped up with a boost of energy, slashed horizontally with his long legs, and went straight to the middle with his fists, like a tiger descending from a mountain, fierce and violent.

Chu Mo was naturally also very familiar with Hong Quan's moves and style, his body deflected rapidly, and at the same time he forced Hong Zhennan, intending to attack closely.

"Bang bang bang!"

Hong Zhennan is an old man, how can he not know Chu Mo's tricks, his body is flexible to dodge, and at the same time, the black tiger only takes Chu Mo in the middle of the way.

Chu Mo's body leaned back, his long legs kicked up diagonally, Hong Zhennan blocked with both arms, Chu Mo jumped up with his strength, and slashed Huashan with one move, sweeping straight to Hong Zhennan's chest.

Hong Zhennan poured the strength of his whole body into his right arm, and the iron fist struck violently, hitting Chu Mo's right foot, and the two of them retreated with one blow.

"Come again, look at it as the Shihu Crane Double Fist!"

"Master, also try the apprentice's Japanese word punch!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The two fought together again, and the long fists struck like lightning, like playing Tai Chi, extremely fast, constantly blocking each other's fists.

Chu Mo constantly fought back with moves such as spreading hands, finding bridges, and indicators in Wing Chun.

After a while, the two had exchanged more than 100 moves, and Hong Zhennan gradually couldn't parry, after all, he was old and frail, and he was no longer as brave as he was back then.

Chu Mo naturally didn't press too hard, and after one move, his body jumped up and withdrew from the battlefield with the help of Hong Zhennan's fist.

"Master, what do you think of Wing Chun?"

"Master, medicine!"

Hong Zhennan was already sweating profusely at this time, and at this time, Zheng Weiji came over with a bowl of medicine, Hong Zhennan picked up the bowl and drank it all.

After a long time, Hong Zhennan said: "Combining rigidity and softness, combining offense and defense, Wing Chun does have uniqueness, but it is still not as strong as my Hung Fist!" ”

"Master, the disciple thinks that the strength of boxing lies in the person who learns it, not on the merits of the moves!"

Chu Mo also felt that Hung Boxing was more advanced than Wing Chun, and both the moves and the foundation building boxing method were much more systematic.

"You're right, the strength of the move is only a condition, the key is the person who learns martial arts itself; Okay, let's not talk about this, don't go back tonight, stay and have a meal with the teacher, we haven't talked to each other for a long time! ”

After all, he was his true disciple, Hong Zhennan was still very satisfied, laughed and scolded, and opened his mouth to leave Chu Mo to eat.

"Haha, it's been a long time since I've tasted my master's craftsmanship!"

......

At the dinner table, the master and apprentice were also happy, and while eating, they chatted about some problems in boxing and solved some problems encountered by Chu Mo.

"Amer, what Western boxing match will the ghost guy hold in two days, if you have time, you can also go and see the ghost guy's boxing skills, this may help you a little!"

At this time, Hong Zhennan suddenly mentioned the Western boxing match, and he also knew that Chu Mo secretly learned from hundreds of schools in order to enhance his martial arts cultivation.

"Oh, Western boxing? I'll go see it when I have time! ”

When Chu Mo heard this, he was overjoyed in his heart, and the side quest was about to start.

"By the way, tomorrow, Ip Man will come to challenge, you go with your teacher to have a look."

......

The next day, the masters of various schools in the Hong Kong martial arts community gathered together in the Hung Quan Martial Arts Gym, waiting for Ip Man's arrival, Chu Mo and other brothers and sisters were standing behind Hong Zhennan.

In the center of the martial arts hall, there is a large round table, and under the round table are upside-down benches.

The martial arts hall masters were in twos and threes, talking about Ip Man.

"I've fought dozens of times in a ring like this, but it's not a bench below, it's all knives!"

"Ip Man... Have you ever heard of it? ”

"Just listen to the name and know it's no show... Haven't heard of it. ”

"Speaking of which, who can compare to your Master Luo?"

"Tell each other, Master Zheng."

"Can't you get up later?"

"If you want to go up, I'll go too!"

......

After half a ring, Ye Man wore a black shirt and walked in from the outer door with his head held high, looking calm and indifferent.

After Ye Man walked in, he looked at Hong Zhennan, who was sitting in the center, and Hong Zhennan also put down the teacup in his hand and spoke loudly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Ip Man, he wants to start a sect in Hong Kong, so he is here to meet friends with martial arts and accept everyone's challenges..."

Then, Hong Zhennan pointed to the big round table in the center and pointed to Ip Man.

"Ye Wen, if you surrender, you will lose, if you fall outside the table, you will lose, after a stick of incense is burned, if you are still standing on the table, then I will call you Master Ye!"

Ip Man looked around, took off his black shirt, and strode around the stool with his head held high, walking towards the table in the center.

"Wouldn't it? Just walk up? Isn't that a drop! ”

Master Luo, who was leaning on the chair, looked surprised, and then squinted at Ye Man with disdain.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in Ip Man, Foshan Wing Chun School, under the tutelage of Chan Wah Shun, please give me more advice."

Ip Man jumped onto the table, looked around, arched his hand to the people present, and spoke loudly.

Hong Zhennan raised his hand, looked at the masters outside the field, and shouted: "Which master wants to go up and play with two hands?" ”

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and in the end, everyone looked at the person who blinked and disdained Ip Man the most.

"Master Luo, aren't you on it yet?"

"Let's see if anyone goes first!"

"Master Luo, let's go..."

.......

In the end, seeing that no one was willing to go, Master Luo stood up, jumped up, and jumped step by step on the stool leg on the central round table "ring".