"Hong Fist, Dong Wei, please advise!"

"Cai Li Buddha Boxing, Fang Jianling, please advise!"

"Please!" "Please!"

The two stood opposite each other, resting their left hand on the back of their right hand, bowed, and then took two steps back and took a stance.

Dong Wei's right leg is half squatting, his left leg is stretched forward, his waist is straightened and his chest is held, his hands are pulled back and forth, turning into tiger claws, hard bridges and hard horses, and he poses a starting pose.

Fang Jianling saw that he was walking steadily, and the lower plate was heavy, obviously he had won the essence of the inner boxing method, and he did not dare to slack off.

Hong Boxing is the first of the five major boxing techniques of "Hong, Liu, Cai, Li and Mo", but "Cai Li Buddha Boxing" is not one of the "Cai".

"Cai Li Buddha" refers to Chen Yuanhu, a disciple of a one-stick monk, Li Youshan, a disciple of the best master, and Cai Fu, a Shaolin monk. Among them, Cai Fu has the best technique, and has the highest rank among the three, so the word "Cai" is ranked first; and because the monk Chen Yuanhu has learned boxing from Li Youshan, "Li" is in front of "Buddha".

Dong Wei took the lead, stepped up with his right foot, and hit it with a palm, pointing at Fang Jianling's left shoulder. Fang Jianling saw him slapping through the palm, and recognized it as the "three hands on the step" in the "Hong Boxing", and immediately twisted the left horse and the right to attack the bridge, and struck him on the left cheek with a move of "threading the needle".

Dong Wei didn't wait for him to recruit the old man, he shouted, his right knee quickly thrust down diagonally, shoveled his left foot in a servant step, and hit him on his left rib with an elbow.

Fang Jianling retracted his fist and took a step back to avoid it. Dong Wei turned into a right lunge at the same time, clenched his fist upwards, and hit him in the jaw.

Fang Jianling retreated and pushed his palm, defending the center and leading the attack. The two of them each made their own boxing moves, you came and went, and they fought fiercely.

Dong Weisheng is strong and heavy, and the lower plate is stable, but Fang Jianling is good at smart punches and light and swift body skills. The two of them punched quickly and fought with all their might.

There were five people sitting around the martial arts training hall. Facing the door is an old man in his seventies, burly, wearing a black cardigan, his face is not angry and arrogant, holding two iron galls in his hands, the crystal light is shining, and he is turning slowly, it is Lin Shirong, the head of "Hong Boxing Gate", nicknamed "Pork Rong".

The second person from the left is a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a thin body and shining eyes, which is Ip Man, the successor of "Wing Chun".

The third person is also a spirited old man, more than sixty years old, holding a tea bowl in his hand, looking at the stage with a smile, this person is Zhang Hongsheng, a famous master of "Cai Li Buddha Boxing".

The fourth person is a man who is nearly forty years old, with a round head and a high forehead, no flesh on his cheeks, and deep eye sockets, this is the younger brother of Zhao Zhu, the head of the "Dragon-shaped Gate", Zhao Chuanyi, is now the owner of the "Dragon-shaped Boxing Gym" in Foshan.

The fifth person is slightly chubby and has two mustaches, but it is Zhang Liquan, the "white-eyed divine fist".

Behind each of the five stood more than twenty disciples, their eyes focused on the gladiatorial battle between the two on the stage.

This is the five-year "Southern Boxing King" martial arts competition.

There are more than 400 martial arts halls in Foshan, only Cai Li Buddha Boxing, Wing Chun Boxing, Hong Boxing, Dragon Boxing, and Pak Mei Boxing are the five masters, and it is the honor of the "Southern Boxing King" that is also decided among the five.

The rule is that one person is defeated and the other person goes up to compete with the winner.

Everyone knows that although this competition is not a fight for their lives, the victory or defeat is related to the honor and disgrace of the martial arts of their sect, and everyone is going all out.

The disciples of the five factions fight openly and secretly on weekdays, and take this opportunity to have a good fight on the stage when they have had festivals with each other in the past, so it is really lively to fight back and forth.

Seeing that the two were fighting more and more tightly, Wu Zi did not distinguish between victory and defeat.

Dong Wei was anxious in his heart, relying on his whole body to practice kung fu, the other party Jianling didn't dodge much, he was hit three times in the shoulder and chest in succession, but he didn't snort, and suddenly the two fists rotated inward to the right and swept flat, followed by a loud shout of "ah-", and a punch was struck, but it was the "horse step double sweep boxing" in the "Hong boxing".

Fang Jianling flashed sideways, slashed left and right, and hit Dong Wei's left shoulder.

Dong Wei's left knee was slightly bent, his face was full of pain, but he straightened up again.

The two of them split to forty or fifty moves, and Dong Wei had been hit by more than ten punches and kicks. Fang Jianling's moves became faster and faster, and he raised his hand and hit him firmly in the chest with a "right palm".

Dong Wei's body was swaying, his chest was churning with blood, he was extremely depressed, knowing that he was powerless to resist, he clenched his fists with both hands at the moment, dodged and retreated, and his face was full of shame when he stepped off the stage.

Lin Shirong smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth and nodded his head in approval.

Zhao Chuanyi, the owner of the "Dragon-shaped Fist" hall, applauded loudly, and even said: "Great, great!" With his head tilted, a strong man behind him jumped out, said a few kind words, and then moved with Fang Jianling.

This time, it was Fang Jianling's lack of strength, and he was pushed by the strong man and fell into a big somersault.

You come and go in the audience, seeing that this strong man named Wei Yang of the "dragon-shaped gate" has already laid down three good players, and no one is on stage anymore.

Zhao Chuanyi smiled dryly: "All the old brothers are so modest? Do you still want my disciple to be exhausted, and then pick up a ready-made bargain? That's not the style of your martial arts masters." ”

These words seem to be a joke, but there is a lot of sarcasm in the mouth.

Lin Shirong knew that he was narrow-minded and extremely competitive, no better than his senior brother Zhao Zhu. What's more, practicing martial arts is to strengthen the body, and this gathering is also aimed at meeting friends with martial arts, and he was not provoked by his words at the moment, and said: "The dragon-shaped gate is really talented, and the old man admires it." ”

As soon as this statement came out, it meant that "Hong Boxingmen" gave up this championship.

Zhao Chuanyi saw that no one came out again, and said: "Since you are so high, you don't want the false name of the 'Southern Boxing King', then it's okay, this false name will be left by me Zhao someone." ”

Zhang Hongsheng has never liked this person, but when he saw that he was cheap and obedient, he became more and more disgusted, and immediately sneered: "Then Master Lao Zhao has to bother." ”

As soon as he finished saying this, Zhang Liquan's face was also ugly, he snorted coldly, got up and left. After going out, he saw Ye Man following behind him, and said to him: "I have heard that Zhao Chuanyi is brazen, and he used despicable means to compete with his senior brother for the position of head of the family in Hebei, but when I see it today, what he said is true!"

Ip Man smiled but said nothing, and asked him to go first.

This competition ended with a complete victory in the "Dragon-shaped Boxing Gym", and Zhao Chuanyi's fame is also getting bigger and bigger, and many admirers come to apprentice every day.

On October 20, 1938, the Japanese 18th Division launched a full-scale offensive against Guangzhou, the capital of Guangdong, and on the 21st, the Japanese army captured Shahe and occupied the urban area of Guangzhou. Foshan, a close neighbor of Guangzhou, could not escape the catastrophe, and the Japanese 104th Division advanced north of Guangzhou and captured Foshan on the 26th.

At this point, the Japanese army took control of Guangzhou and nearby important places. Fall of Guangzhou. The entire territory of Guangdong was occupied by the Japanese army......

After the Japanese invading army entered Foshan, it destroyed hundreds of factories, equipment, and buildings, and burned 38 streets, and the former prosperous railway station, Wenchangsha, Pingzheng Bridge, Tongji Bridge, and Xilai Street became a wasteland of rubble.

The market is depressed, and the people are struggling to make a living. Traitors and bullies made a fortune, Foshan casinos are lined up, and smoke houses are everywhere.

At this time, most of the martial arts halls in Foshan moved north, but only the "dragon-shaped boxing gym" remained.

Before leaving, Lin Shirong and other leaders persuaded Zhao Chuanyi to leave together, but Zhao Chuanyi insisted on refusing. Everyone thought that he insisted on staying because he wanted to do things for the Japanese, and even most of the disciples of the "Dragon-shaped Fist" left.

Japan had heard that Foshan was the hometown of martial arts, and decided to open a "judo club" in Foshan, and learned that Zhao Chuanyi was the "king of southern boxing" and had defeated many masters, so he wanted to try his hand with him.

Zhao Chuanyi accepted the challenge.

The night before the competition, two uninvited guests came to the martial arts hall with guns in their hands.

A middle-aged man with a big back and a suit and leather shoes found Zhao Chuanyi and said with a smile on his skin: "I Yao Zhengqi, I am the translator of Itagaki Daisa, everyone is Chinese, so I told you in advance that tomorrow I will compete with you is the Great Japanese Empire, the sect master of the two heavens first-class system, Miyamoto Taro." ”

took out another money bag and said: "Here is fifty yuan of ocean, Master Zhao will only be allowed to lose tomorrow, not to win, understand?"

Zhao Chuanyi took the money and smiled knowingly: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say." ”

Yao Zhengqi was very happy to see that he agreed so happily, and said that there would be many opportunities for cooperation in the future.

The next day, Zhao Chuanyi only took two apprentices to the ring set up in Zhongjie, only to see more than 100,000 people in Foshan waiting for him, it turned out that the Japanese wanted to use this competition to fight the will of the Chinese people.

As soon as Zhao Chuanyi appeared, the people in the audience kept shouting loudly: "Master Zhao, come on! Master Zhao, come on!!" Some people shouted hoarsely, but they still clenched their fists and waved high.

Zhao Chuanyi walked to the stage with an expressionless face and saw that the Japanese named Miyamoto Taiyun was waiting for him.

The two of them put on a posture, Zhao Chuanyi has been studying on the "dragon-shaped fist" for more than 30 years, and his martial arts have reached the realm of perfection.

The audience cheered and applauded!

Miyamoto Taiyun is good at Japanese jiu-jitsu and looks at Zhao Chuanyi with contempt. He relied on his skill, and grabbed Zhao Chuanyi's arms with both hands, but he didn't expect Zhao Chuanyi's shoulders to shake, grab and turn his strength, but grabbed his arms.

The audience saw that Zhao Chuanyi was full of internal strength, loose and entangled, shaking and crisp, and shouted out a "good" word in his heart!

As soon as Miyamoto fought each other, he knew that Zhao Chuanyi was powerful, but he felt that his hands were like two iron hoops, and he only screamed in pain.

Miyamoto was in a hurry and raised his right foot and kicked at Zhao Chuanyi's crotch. Zhao Chuanyi pressed his hands down, jumped up, and did a backflip, passing over Miyamoto's head, and kicking him in the back of the heart with both feet.

Miyamoto staggered, and a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth. The audience was suddenly boiling!

The commander of the audience, Itagaki was furious when he saw this, and he looked at Yao Zhengqi with a trembling beard. Yao Zhengqi was frightened, picked up a shuriken in his hand, and leaned towards the ring.

Miyamoto turned around in a sweat, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his cuffs, screamed, and grabbed Zhao Chuanyi.

Zhao Chuanyi avoided sideways, made a ruthless move, and showed no mercy, kicking him in the crook of his leg, and Miyamoto knelt on the ground with a "poof". The audience cheered again!

Suddenly, a shuriken flew out of nowhere from the audience and shot straight at Zhao Chuanyi's waist!

It stands to reason that the two are so close that this dart is extremely difficult to dodge, so Zhao Chuanyi pointed to the ground on tiptoe and jumped up.

The tallest ordinary martial artist can only jump five or six feet, Zhao Chuanyi is known as the "Cloud Dragon", this jump can be eight and a half feet, and the shuriken shot into the air.

The audience who was close to the audience saw a black hand in a suit Chinese, and they all protested loudly: "It's not fair......!

The Japanese soldiers in the audience held guns in their hands and shouted loudly: "ばか, すべてにっ (bastard, all go back)." ”

Zhao Chuanyi landed on one foot, and saw that the person who was the sneak attack was Yao Zhengqi, his heart was furious, his hand seemed to be pulled, and he grabbed Miyamoto's wrist with a move of "Moqiao Entanglement Hand", kicked out with flying feet, gathered the strength of his life, and kicked Miyamoto on the calf.

Miyamoto dislocated his ankle, screamed, knelt on one knee, his neck was bruised, his eyes were round, and he was punched in the nose coldly.

Zhao Chuanyi heard and witnessed the bloody crimes of many Japanese devils, and saw that there were lackeys among the Chinese people who worked for the Japanese like Yao Zhengqi, and this hatred for the invaders in his heart was infinitely magnified, and he did not say a word, and pounced on the move.

Miyamoto couldn't stop him, and Zhao Chuanyi stretched out his left hand, snapped, and hit him hard in the ear.

Zhao Chuanyi immediately slammed his palm on Miyamoto's chest, and his internal strength was everywhere, and Miyamoto flew out backwards, discounting his three ribs.

Zhao Chuanyi quickly followed, riding on the palace itself, his fist was full of wind, and the fierce and violent "dragon-shaped fist" boxing method was all greeted on his body.

The voice of the master when he first taught himself the general outline of "dragon-shaped boxing" sounded in his ears: there are three ways to box, and the three ways are passed, and the three links are forced to go, the eyes are to the hands, the hands are to the feet, the shots are merciless, the merciless is not to shoot, the hands are not to be merciful, the hands are not merciful, and the intention of the shot is determined to win or lose......

Yao Zheng angrily took out his pistol and aimed the muzzle at Zhao Chuanyi's vest!

When the apprentices Wei Yang and Zang Shuo saw it, they all shouted together: "Master, don't fight, admit defeat quickly......! We're not fighting!"

Zhao Chuanyi's blood-stained fist stopped in mid-air, exuding awe-inspiring righteousness, and shouted: "You two kneel down for me!"

The two obeyed the teacher's orders and knelt side by side under the stage.

Zhao Chuanyi said generously: "Remember Master's words, the rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of the husband!" The fist slammed down and smashed Miyamoto's throat.

The audience was silent for a few seconds, and then there was a thunderous shout: "Master Zhao has won! Master Zhao has won!" Then the people rejoiced, and the cheers resounded over Foshan like a mountain and a tsunami.

Zhao Chuanyi slowly straightened up and instructed the two of them: "You two move the ancestral tablet back to Hebei, give it to your uncle Zhao Zhu, and tell him that I, Zhao Chuanyi, ...... Swear to death, don't be a slave to the country!"

In the midst of people's cheers, a "bang" gunshot suddenly sounded......

"If the country lives and dies for profit, will it not be avoided because of misfortune and good fortune!" Lin Shirong, who was far away in Chongqing, put down the newspaper with trembling hands at this moment, with tears in his eyes, and got up and bowed respectfully in the direction of Foshan.

Also in a martial arts hall in Hebei, a man wearing a blue short fight faced the window and cried silently: "Senior brother, I'm not as good as you!"