Playing soy sauce in Xianwu World

Chapter 7
As soon as Hong Zhennan left, the disciples, including the pretending Jiang Youda, gathered around Ye Wen and asked:
"Master, why did that Hong come to see you?"

"Master, is it that the surname Hong came to trouble us again?"

"The one surnamed Hong caused us to lose the martial arts gym, so why not let us go? Master, or we will fight them."

……

"Okay, okay, what are you thinking about?"

Seeing how many disciples gathered around, Ye Wen immediately said with a stern face, "Master Hong just invited me to watch a boxing match. What do you think of him? Hurry up and practice boxing."

……

Three days later, the scene of the western boxing match.

The entire arena architecture presents various systems of Chinese and Western, ancient and modern, new and old, which seems a bit contradictory.

The arena is roughly divided into three parts. In the middle is a square arena. The off-court is divided into two parts. One part is the masters and their disciples from various martial arts schools in Hong Kong. Jiang Youda mixed in with Ye Wen; the other part is mainly for watching The foreigners of the game.There is a clear distinction between the two groups of people sitting.

However, what makes Jiang Youda feel a little unbalanced is that the chairs that foreigners sit on are obviously much better than those of Chinese people, and everyone present, including Hong Kong people, takes it for granted.

In fact, there is nothing strange about this, being weak is the original sin.

"Master Ye!"

Just as Ye Wen, Jiang Youda and others were watching the performance on stage, Hong Zhennan walked over.

"Master Hong!"

Seeing Hong Zhennan approaching, Ye Wen greeted with a smile, and said politely: "Thank you, Master Hong, for those tickets, it will allow us to learn a lot."

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Hong Zhennan also waved his hands with a smile on his face, and said, "All sects will send people up to perform in a while, you ask your apprentices to prepare as well, and go up together to show their faces later, it's okay Let’s take this opportunity to promote your Wing Chun school.”

"Thank you!"

Ye Wen replied gratefully, after all, no matter what kind of thoughts Hong Zhennan had, this was real help.

Just when Jiang Youda and Huang Liang were about to go on stage, in another row of foreign audiences, three British people were sitting on the couch, looking at the Hong Quan disciples who were performing martial arts in the ring, with impatience flashing on their faces color.

One of these three people is one of the person in charge of the event - Guitou, one is the boxing champion Tornado, and the other is the British businessman Charle.

Tornado looked at the Hongquan disciples in the ring, and said with some contempt: "What are they doing? Why are they dancing and clamoring, performing pantomime?"

Guitou shook his head slightly, looked at the performance on the ring, and said mockingly: "This is not pantomime, this is Chinese martial arts. They believe that shouting will make them full of strength!"

"Chinese martial arts?" Tornado smiled contemptuously: "I'm going to experience the so-called Chinese martial arts."

After speaking, the corner of Tornado's mouth curled up, stood up from the chair, and walked up to the ring.

Tornado came to the ring, looked at Hongquan disciple who was waving his hands and feet, a look of contempt flashed across his face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that the tornado is about to try!" Seeing the tornado on stage, the host said in English and then Chinese: "The boxing champion seems to be very interested in Chinese martial arts!"

Tornado looked at the performance of Hongquan disciples, just like watching monkeys juggling. A group of Hongquan disciples led by Zheng Weiji finally finished a set of boxing techniques and was about to thank the audience.

"Very good!" Tornado came over and looked at Zheng Weiji who was standing at the front leading the performance of his disciples, and said in English: "Hit me!"

"Ok?"

Zheng Weiji couldn't understand English, so he looked at the person in front of him suspiciously.

"Punch me!" Seeing that Zheng Weiji couldn't understand what he said, Tornado repeated it again, and hit his chest with his fist.

This time, although Zheng Weiji still didn't understand, it was obvious that the foreign devil in front of him was looking for trouble.Immediately, he clenched his fists tightly, punched hard, and smashed towards the opponent's chest.

However, the result was somewhat beyond Zheng Weiji's expectations. Hitting the opponent was like hitting a rock. With a punch, it seemed that his hand was no longer his own, but the opponent was fine.

Seeing that the opponent's fist was as powerless as he had guessed, Tornado shouted even more arrogantly: "Shall I tickle me? Hit me hard, come on!"

Seeing this, there was a burst of laughter from the foreigners' seats below the field.

Zheng Weiji was furious and raised his fist to hit him on the head.

The head is the vital part of the human body. Although the tornado is a bit arrogant, it is not stupid. It immediately blocked it with its hands, and then hit Zheng Weiji's head with a swinging fist.

Zheng Weiji was the opponent of the tornado, and he fell to the ground with a "plop" as if he had been hit by a car.

Several Hongquan disciples on the ring were furious and attacked the tornado together.But the strength of the two sides is very different, and those who were hit by the tornado three times, five times and two times were knocked down one by one.

The foreigners laughed and clapped together, applauding together.

"This is power!"

The tornado roared loudly and arrogantly: "This is Chinese martial arts, you should go back and dance."

At this time, the host, who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, also translated, "The boxing champion said that your Chinese Kungfu is useless, let you go back to dance."

Most of the people present were fresh-blooded young people, who could stand such a provocation and shouted, "What are you talking about, foreign devil!"

"You're looking for death, you foreign devil!"

"beat!"

"kill him!"

A few more impulsively ran up to attack the tornado, and Huang Liang was among them.

Jiang Youda looked at the rampant tornado on the stage. Although he had expected this scene in his heart, he thought that seeing this scene again would make him calm, even if he reacted in any way, he followed the trend, not wanting to be different or make others doubt his patriotism.

But Jiang Youda was wrong, and now he only feels extremely angry.When I first watched the movie "Ip Man 2", I wasn't very angry.After all, movies can't achieve the immersive effect anyway.

Jiang Youda was a little thankful for the preparations he had made a few days ago, so he secretly encouraged himself and rushed up with Huang Liang.

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PS:

The number of words today is a bit short, please don’t mind, it’s very late, I’m going to bed, and I’ll try to get more words tomorrow.I adjusted the chapter update time again, every morning at 6:00 sharp.

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