It's not just about getting rid of the drawbacks in advance, it's time to implement the plan you've set before.

In the movie, from beginning to end, according to the pregnancy and childbirth of Ip Man's wife Zhang Yongcheng, it will take four or five months at most.

About six days in the real world.

Just before military training.

But Luo Hou knows that he is a freshman, he has just finished reporting, the freshmen don't go to get the book, the dormitory is not there, and the dormitory is not back, although he can use various reasons to perfunctory, but he doesn't go to the class meeting and the meeting of teachers and students in the department, that really can't be said.

After all, the lecturers and professors are so busy that they have taken time out, and a freshman is not there?

What's more, there will be class group activities and freshman training classes after two days.

When the time comes, the people will not be there, and it will be troublesome.

So it's impossible to follow the plot.

It is more in line with your own plan and goals to start in advance, meddle in the plot and build your own armed forces in advance.

Moreover, these martial arts halls, the disciples under them, are all good at martial arts, dare to fight, have no principles, no thoughts, are very obedient, and most of them do not have the bonds of family and friends.

Usually not eating well, living badly, not being respected, giving a little favor can be bought.

Forming forces, these people are the best bottom thugs!

………………………………

Boom!

The teacup was slammed on the wooden table, the hot tea was poured all over the table, the teacup lid jumped a few times, turned over, and barely covered the teacup.

Inside the Hongquan Martial Arts Hall.

The obese middle-aged man in a black short-fighting placket training martial arts uniform glanced at the martial arts masters sitting on both sides with a cold face.

"Ahem, cough, cough"

"Medicine"

Hong Zhennan half coughed, his breath was short, and urged in a low voice.

Zheng Weiji in the back hurriedly brought out a bowl of black and bright medicinal soup, Hong Zhennan rushed to take it, his fat head and face were almost buried in the medicinal soup, and he drank it in a few gulps.

"Hi"

Only then did the breath become even.

The martial arts masters sitting on both sides acted as if nothing had happened and they hadn't seen anything.

Some are sitting upright, looking ahead, as if they are looking at some peerless paintings, legendary jewelry, and some bow their heads to drink tea, blowing gently, as if they are carefully savoring, the charm and aroma in the tea, but the coarse tea leaves and inferior tea slightly destroy the elegance of this taste.

There were also one or two masters, with fists in both hands, their faces were cold, looking straight ahead, without saying a word, and the disciples behind them followed suit.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I, Hong Zhennan, came to you today, I must know what is going on."

After drinking the medicinal soup and replenishing his strength, Hong Zhennan's voice became very loud again, but there was obviously suppressed anger in it, with a residual faint urgency and unnaturalness.

It's just that everyone still drinks tea and drinks tea, and no one talks much.

Hong Zhennan couldn't help but start to name names.

"Master Lin, your Wulang gossip stick is famous all over Hong Kong, I don't know if I received that invitation."

Master Lin sat at the outermost table near the screen, with a gray cloth robe and white sleeves rolled up, which looked formal, but when he looked closely, the whole person was clearly a little depressed.

The disciples behind him didn't even have neat kung fu clothes, a few of them had round faces and chubby, they rarely exercised at first glance, and they hadn't practiced kung fu for a few days at all, so they were obviously temporarily recruited to support the field.

"Master Lin, you have a lot of experience in the martial arts world, and you have fought dozens of times in the ring, so you must have received that invitation."

Hong Zhennan told Master Lin's details, and his very affirmative tone directly forced Master Lin to admit that he had indeed received an invitation.

Kill the chicken, hack the monkey.

And Master Lin is quite old, but he is the worst mixed, and he is simply the most perfect object.

Hong Zhennan's scene suddenly opened.

Then, without even needing his name, the martial arts masters present all started to talk about it.

"Ip Man, have you ever heard of it?"

Master Zheng of the Zheng Dawei Martial Arts Hall sat next to the coffee table, his voice was ethereal, as if he was recalling whether he had seen this person.

"When you hear the name, you know it's no show, I haven't heard of it."

Master Luo of the Junting Martial Arts Hall rolled up his sleeves, pulled off his practice clothes, and lifted Erlang's legs.

"It's amazing, who can compare to you Master Luo"

"Let's talk to each other, Master Zheng, this invitation is so arrogant, is this planning to provoke our entire martial arts world, you won't be able to go up later."

"If you want to go up, I'll go up, there are still people on top of it when the sky falls, but the signature under the invitation is very familiar, exactly the same as the name of the famous Chinese tycoon in Hong Kong, but it's completely impossible. Needless to say so much, drink tea, drink tea. ”

After some flattery, both of them picked up their teacups and began to sip the tea slowly, seemingly not caring about the invitation at all.

But Hong Zhennan had to care.

He is the person in the mouths of Master Luo and Master Zheng.

He is also the president of the Martial Arts Association, and he has several pieces of land under his hands, and there are hundreds of people in the Hongquan Martial Arts Gym, and the Guanchong Fish Stall, this large fish market belongs to him.

From fishing, transportation, and sales, he completely controls the entire chain of fishing grounds.

Even in the British government in Hong Kong, he also has the ghost head of the police station as a backer, and follows the Chinese police detective Fat Bo to do things for the ghost head.

Of course, a large part of these collected dues naturally have to be handed over to the ghost head.

So don't look at him Hong Zhennan's poor health, he drinks medicinal soup every day, no one in the entire Hong Kong martial arts community dares to provoke at all, and his status is impossible to shake.

But now there are people who want to challenge him, saying that they want to give the Hong Kong martial arts community a better future and want to unify the entire martial arts world.

It's just a toad yawning, what a big breath!

He wanted to see who the people who were coming today were sacred.

There is such a big boldness.

The martial arts hall quickly fell silent.

Everyone unanimously made tea and drank tea, and they didn't pay attention to the invitation at all.

After all, there are too many martial arts halls in Hong Kong, and they are too complicated, and it is a fool's dream to integrate them.

Even Hong Zhennan, the martial arts association, just borrowed the prestige of foreigners, plus he had money and a lot of people, so he could barely hold it up.

But it's only a hundred dollars a month as a membership fee.

The atmosphere inside the martial arts hall is becoming more and more quiet, but there is a kind of depression that a storm is coming.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

"Click" "Click" "Click" "Click"

The windows were cracked, and elite warriors dressed in black, with armed belts around their waists and steel tactical helmets on their heads, rolled over and entered......

The ceiling was torn open, bricks and shards of glass were falling down, ropes hung down from the roof, and more than a dozen black-clad and black-helmeted warriors with rifles were stripped down the ropes......

Buzzing, the surrounding walls were cut like butter cheese, and after a loud "boom", a dense number of black-clad soldiers with guns rushed inside......

Hong Zhennan and the other masters turned pale, their hands trembled, and even the teacups in their hands were unstable, and the tea was shaken out.

They sat in their chairs, like frightened sparrows, not daring to move at all, not daring to make a sound.

"Sit down!"

"Be honest!"

"Put your head in your hands!"

"Squat!"

"Don't move!"

[It's over, it's coming from the other side of the mainland]

This is the only thought in the minds of the martial arts masters and disciples present at this moment.