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Wang Yan sat quietly drinking tea, waiting for Director Mai's so-called explanation.

After a while, the phone rang, and Wang Yan picked up the phone: "Hello."

"King, do you have time for a cup of afternoon tea?"

"See you in the same place later." After saying that, Wang Yan hung up the phone directly after hearing the other party's agreement.

There were several policemen standing outside a tea restaurant outside the walled city. They ignored them and Wang Yan walked in with a few of his men.

A gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall. Wang Yan saw that these foreign devils had always been in his own territory.

Seeing Wang Yan come in, Director Mai and several senior police officers behind him stood up and said enthusiastically: "Hi, Wang, long time no see, are you okay?"

Walking up to him, Wang Yan said: "You know I never like these useless things."

You have many guns and you are awesome. Director Mai shrugged and said: "It's still so humorless. Okay, let's sit down and talk."

The two of them sat down, and Director Mai asked his men to bring in a foreigner with a bruised nose and swollen face, pointed at him and said: "This is the ignorant one. I have repaired it. I hope for my sake, let him go." "As he spoke, he leaned towards Wang Yan and whispered: "His grandfather is a congressman."

Ignoring Director Mai's words, Wang Yan looked at the unfortunate guy with hatred in his eyes and said, "It's too easy."

The subordinate understood what he was doing, and with the ugly expression on Director Mai's face, he punched the unlucky guy until he fainted to the ground. Then he used all his strength, found the right direction, and trampled off one of his legs. The huge pain woke up the unlucky guy who had just fainted, and let out a miserable cry of "Ahhhh".

Director Mai looked at Wang Yan angrily and opened his mouth to say something, but after seeing Wang Yan's indifferent eyes, he wisely closed his mouth. He was afraid that if he said a few more words, Wang Yan would beat that idiot to death in his excitement, and then it would be difficult for him to explain.

Wang Yan is not used to mistakes. A congressman is so stupid. Who are you trying to scare? Leave it at that. Obviously, Director Mai was so bruised and swollen that he dared to beat him, and it was not enough at first glance.

Director Mai controlled his emotions very well and asked his men to take the screaming Silly Bi away. As if he was not the one who was livid and angry just now, he said with a smile: "Wang, you are also angry. Let's talk about business."

Wang Yan nodded for him to continue.

"You built a street nearby, full of martial arts gyms, and a large professional arena." Director Mai said confidently: "I don't understand this, but our warriors want to see your ...Martial arts? Wang, what do you think?"

"Director Mai, don't you know the rules of our competition?"

With a confident smile, Director Mai said: "Oh, of course, of course I know. Our warriors can follow your rules."

"Haha, yes. When? How many people?" Wang Yan knew his purpose, but it didn't matter, it was just death anyway.

"A week from now, three of us. How about that?"

"That's it, I'll leave first." After that, Wang Yan was no longer interested in talking nonsense with him. He stood up and said hello: "Uncle Deng, bring all the good food and drinks to these policemen and charge them to my account. "

"Okay, Mr. Wang." Uncle Deng smoked a big pipe and responded with a smile. He was the shopkeeper in Jinlou. Wang Yan sent someone to notify them at that time and followed him around a lot. After the victory, some of them returned to Foshan, and some of them came with him.

Nodding to Director Mai, Wang Yan left with his men.

On the same day, news spread on Hong Kong Island that Chinese martial arts and Western boxing were going to compete, and the competition intensified.

At night, in the Walled City Council Hall, the Chinese Samurai Association held a meeting about fighting with Western boxing.

"Kick-ass, beat them to death." said an old man with a hot temper.

"Yes, kill them. What the hell, any cat or dog dares to challenge us?" This is what Li Qiankun said, and he followed Li Shuwen.

The crowd was furious and could be summed up in four words: ‘Kill them to death’.

Wang Yan extended his hand to signal, and after everyone was quiet, he said: "There is no doubt that they will be killed, but Western boxing also has its own uniqueness, and we cannot be careless."

Everyone nodded in a serious manner. Everyone here basically knew Western boxing. There were people competing in domestic martial arts in the early years, and everyone had contact with it. Not to mention, Wang Yan later tried Western boxing with them.

Wang Yan took a sip of tea and said, "There are three of them. Who among us will come up?"

The older ones didn't say anything. They couldn't hold their fists anymore. They were no longer in the same world as before.

"I'll go." Jinshan Xian and Li Qiankun said in unison.

Wang Yan nodded: "Okay, one more."

The people below did not speak casually. Except for a few of the experts in this room, no one dared to claim to be completely superior to the others. If the routine does not involve this kind of national honor, they will definitely do their part, but this is the first battle between the Chinese Samurai Association and the foreign devils, and no one can afford it if the chain is lost. They must be completely defeated and killed.

Zhang Li on the side stopped Ye Wen who wanted to speak, shook his head and said: "Don't look at each other, I'll go."

Wang Yan nodded: "Okay, that's it. Go back and recuperate, and don't hold anything back when the time comes."

Needless to say, Li Qiankun and Jin Shan have fought with Wang Yan for so many years, and they are absolutely talented. And Zhang Li used to be the leader of the organization, killing a lot of people. In the past few years, he had made great progress in communicating with the seniors in the walled city. Wang Yan was relatively reassured about the three of them.

Seeing the three people nodding, Wang Yan said to the other martial arts masters: "After this time, there will definitely be more people learning martial arts. Go back and prepare, don't be in a hurry when the time comes."

As soon as this was said, everyone laughed in unison. Some laugh at the upcoming financial resources, some laugh at the foreseeable victory, and some laugh at another step in the development of martial arts.

A week has passed in the blink of an eye. After this period of spreading and fermentation, more and more people know the news. The Walled Handicap and some other black handicaps are extremely popular.

On this day, in the venue outside the walled city, there was an octagonal cage in the middle, and the four outer circles were filled with people, and there were even some who were standing without seats.

In the wide space in the front row, Wang Yan and Director Mai sat on the left and right.

"Wang, I can't wait to see the results." Director Mai smiled contentedly.

With a slight smile, Wang Yan turned his head and said, "Really? That's a coincidence. I thought so too."

Director Mai confidently took a sip of tea and said, "Then let's see who will win." The three people on the field today are all boxing champions. The highest one has won three times in a row. They are all boxers of the same age. He is I don’t believe those showboats can win.

Ignoring the foreign devil, Wang Yan had already come to his senses. This should be the episode where Ip Man fought the tornado. He has lived here for twenty years. Except for the Grandmaster, the rest of the Ip Man series was just a fun read and he didn't remember it carefully, so they have long been blurred.

Soon, the game time came, and Jinshan found a boxing champion in the first game.

The host is a member of the family and learned English here, so it was a good time to make a temporary guest appearance. I focused on introducing the foreign boxing champion. For Jinshan, I just mentioned his name and that was it.

As both sides completed their preparations, accompanied by the distant and passionate sound of war drums and the roaring cheers, shouts and cheers of the audience below, the competition officially began.

We had already learned about each other's etiquette before going on stage, and of course we wanted the foreign devils to follow their rules. Jinshan cupped his hands, and the boxing champion followed suit, and then the two sides distanced themselves.

The boxing champion did not rush to attack, but jumped left and right looking for opportunities. Jinshan, who started Zama, saw that this was so tough, so he simply kicked off the ground and rushed forward, hitting him with a straight punch to the face. The boxing champion dodged and seized the opportunity to throw a punch. Jin Shanxun raised his left arm to block, and at the same time he stepped forward and raised his elbow, hitting his face directly. The boxing champion quickly turned his head and used his other arm to block the attack. As a result, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my stomach, and I subconsciously tightened my abdomen and bent over.

Jinshan, who was kneeling, seized the opportunity and directly grabbed the boxing champion's hair and hit him with one blow. The boxing champion could no longer resist. He hurriedly protected his face with both hands to avoid being pushed to death. Then a huge force came from both arms. Jin Shanxun had already let go of his hair. Adding to the inertia of the boxing champion struggling to get up, he was pushed upright. Jin Shanxun punched his exposed chest, each punch heavier than the last.

As the referee stepped forward and pulled Jinshan away, the boxing champion who was leaning on the edge of the cage fell down bit by bit. Jinshan went to such trouble to abide by his own rules, otherwise he wouldn't have grabbed his hair and kneeled down, but directly penetrated his throat.

Listening to the referee announcing the result of the game, the people below said nothing. They had been quiet for a long time, even when Jinshan was looking for a big punch.

Just hearing that the boxing champion was beaten to death made the foreign devils a little angry, because some of them didn't know the rules and hadn't read the basics. They clamored for explanations and made a fuss for a while. This is easy to say because Director Mai personally went up to explain the rules. There are no rules except not to hit vital points until one party surrenders or dies.

When he came back and sat down, Director Mai looked a little unhappy, and he tried to hide it by drinking tea calmly. If you get fat first, it doesn't count. There are still two games left. Win two out of three games. Don't be in a hurry.

Wang Yan glanced at him lightly, but did not speak sarcastically. The facts were there, and why did he say it was useless?

Li Qiankun came on the field, injured. He leaned against the mountain and reached the edge of the octagonal cage. He chased with elbows and elbows. His heart stopped beating, and then he was beaten to death with random punches.

In the end, Zhang Li faced off against Tornado, wandering out to attack, winning easily, and was killed directly.

During the game, Wang Yan quietly asked Ye Wen how long it would take to beat the tornado with this rule. Because Wang Yan hasn't fought with Ip Man for a long time, I don't know what level he has reached. Of course, Ye Wen didn't want to seek abuse for nothing, so he would hide if he could. After all, being beaten one-sidedly was no fun.

After hearing Wang Yan's words, Ye Wen raised three fingers to Wang Yan with a smile.

Wang Yan took a sip of tea with a smile and said to Director Mai on the side: "Director Mai, this kind of activity is very good. I think we should communicate more in the future." As he spoke, Wang Yan pushed a table over A check.

"Of course, that's what it should be." Director Mai forced a smile and glanced at the number on the check. He was stunned for a moment, blinked and looked again. Then he picked up the tea cup on the table with a smile and said: "Wang , you are right, we do need more communication, only with communication can we make progress."

Wang Yan glanced at it and saw that the check was gone. He smiled and said, "Okay, that's it. Director Mai is free, I'll take the first step."

Director Mai said goodbye to Wang Yan with a smile on his face.

This competition attracted a large number of Hong Kong Island residents to come to the Walled City. Some of them had never been here before and did not know that the development of the Walled City was in full swing. And the consumption of these people also drives the development here. At the same time, it also completely established the reputation of the Chinese Samurai Association and Martial Arts Street, and there was an endless stream of people coming to sign up to learn boxing.

Director Mai, who had tasted the sweetness, started a pimp business, constantly attracting boxing champions from Europe and the United States. There is more and more blood in the arena, and the development of the walled city is getting faster and faster.

Wang Yan's development in the walled city is booming, the world situation is changing unpredictably, and war is once again on the verge of breaking out.

In June, war broke out in North Korea. America is a strong father, and warships cruise in the Bendao Strait. In July, he participated in the Korean War.

In October, General Peng stood up with his sword drawn and led his army across the river.

Affected by this, land prices on Hong Kong Island dropped sharply, and the Walled City expanded again. At the same time, Zhou Guangyao transported a large amount of supplies northward.

At the same time, the country launched a campaign to suppress banditry in an attempt to completely wipe out everything. The nearly 200,000 bandits and bullies entrenched in the Guangdong and Guangxi regions were no match for them, and were beaten back and forth.

As a result, a large number of scum went south to Hong Kong Island. They were just like the group last year, and the second round of the walled city defense war began.

The result is doomed. After killing a large number of scum, the remaining ones will accompany their seniors to work in vain. This is the time of major construction, and these people who are full of food are strong laborers, good at work, and they are also contributing to the prosperity of the walled city.

At the end of the same year, the meeting hall of the Walled City became increasingly solemn.

Gong Baosen and other doctors and martial arts seniors sat in the front row, followed by second-generation disciples from each family, all nervously watching the figures moving in the center of the field.

Wang Yan may punch straight on the plowing horse, step forward and kick high, lie on the ground like a tiger, or twist the body while driving the horse. After a set of movements, Wang Yan closed his eyes and comprehended.

A group of people did not dare to breathe, for fear of interrupting Wang Yan.

After a long time, Wang Yan opened his eyes, put his palms together and shouted, "Okay."

Instantly, the young disciples in the hall roared and cheered, while the seniors took a long breath and smiled with red eyes.

After Gong Baomori and the others developed the first set of 'strengthening martial arts' in 1946, after four years of hard study, they finally came up with the second set of results.

Compared with the first set, the second set has made rapid progress. Now it takes about twenty minutes to practice a set of movements, and the exercise intensity is not high, which is just right for children. It may take a little effort for adults, because their bodies are fully developed and their flexibility is not enough. Many movements cannot be done properly, and the effect is greatly reduced.

The effect is quite different from the first set, after all, the amount of exercise is there. But if you persist for a long time, your physical fitness will improve significantly, and as you practice more and master these movements, your fighting ability will also improve. After practicing until I was more than ten years old, if I wanted to learn martial arts specifically, I would have a good foundation and be able to get started quickly.

When everyone was quiet, Wang Yan said: "Don't be too happy, everyone. The second set of martial arts is much better than the first set. It's just that children can't practice every day, they have to take a period of time. Now the key question falls on the secret recipe. .”

It's still like the first set. If you want to maximize the effect, you still need to combine it with the secret recipe. Without this thing, if you just rely on eating and eating meat, some things will not be supplemented in place, and long-term practice will cause damage to the body.

After so many years of research, as well as the foreign Japanese kidnapped after arriving in Hong Kong Island, and various medical equipment, the improvement of the secret recipe has also achieved certain results. Two expensive medicinal materials were replaced, and the efficacy was reduced by less than half, which is acceptable. Medicines are three parts poisonous. If the problem of side effects is solved and all the medicinal materials are replaced with large quantities and cheap ones, even if there is only a little effect, it is still a success.

Wang Yan then looked at the old man with white hair and hair who was in charge of the secret recipe and said, "Mr. Li, are there any problems with the secret recipe now?"

As soon as the secret recipe was mentioned, they became unhappy and all looked at Mr. Li. I've been studying this for twenty fucking years, and it's still the same.

Mr. Li also knew what Wang Yan meant. He was asking him what he needed. After all, Wang Yan's medical skills were well known to him. Mr. Li said: "It's nothing else, it's our problem. It's been almost twenty years, and I've changed two medicines. I don't know if I'll see that day again in this life."

Everyone also understood that there was really no other way. There are already quite a few doctors at the moment, and both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine are quite adequate. No matter how many doctors there are, it won't be of much use. All we can do now is continue to improve our martial arts, and we don’t know when we will be able to completely solve this problem.

After talking boringly for a while, everyone dispersed.

Wang Yan contacted his friends in China and handed over the first and second sets of 'strengthening martial arts'. He told them all the precautions and problems, and that was it.

To be honest, Wang Yan doesn't even expect the secret recipe anymore, just let nature take its course.

Gong Er lay in Wang Yan's arms. Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking about?"

"Huh?" Wang Yan, who had regained his consciousness, hugged Gong Er and said, "Thinking about those secret recipes again will be boring in this life."

"You're talking nonsense, why is this life enough? It's already been twenty years, maybe it will be better in another twenty years? We can wait." Gong Er patted Wang Yan. She felt that Wang Yan's words were old-fashioned, which was not good. .

"Yes, I can wait, I can wait. Now I can't wait any longer, what should I do?" Wang Yan said gropingly.

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