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More than ten days have passed br      //

After Ip Man and Qin Xuan successfully obtained the qualification of the martial arts hall, the name of Wing Chun martial arts hall has become famous in Xiangjiang, and is almost well-known.

Having solved the problem of irrelevant problems, Ip Man is also determined to carry forward Wing Chun Fist. As long as the origin is right and those who have a good intention to learn martial arts will basically be able to accept everything they can.

Today, the Wing Chun Martial Arts Hall is changing day by day, and its development is very smooth. Things are developing in a good direction, and the source of students is increasing.

Therefore, there are more and more apprentices, and occasionally a few talented disciples, and their reputation has gradually been introduced to ordinary people's homes.

Its rise is like a flying dragon, soaring into the sky and unstoppable!

No matter what the reason is, it is still like the original plot.

One day, early in the morning, Hong Zhennan personally came to the entrance of the martial arts hall and gave the ticket to Ip Man for the Huayang Boxing Competition, and invited him to watch the event of the various boxing competitions to express his kindness.

Looking at the tickets in hand, Ip Man also agreed to watch the event.

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A few days later, the entire Xiangjiang River knew that Kowloon held a boxing event.

With the sound of firecrackers and the sound of gongs and drums, the Huayang boxing competition officially began.

On this day, Ye Wenyun calmly led Qin Xuan and other disciples into the venue. Many people were waiting, and they were all looking forward to this rare opportunity.

I saw the seats of foreigners.

A tall, strong muscles and a full body of iron stood up and walked towards the ring.

At this time, the foreign boxing champion was already fighting against a boxer on the ring.

From the attack and defense between the two, we can see that each other's strength is quite obvious.

Perhaps because he was tired of playing, the boxing champion only slightly accelerated his boxing speed and easily defeated the boxer and easily won the throne of this battle.

He was proud first, then stepped down and walked to the high platform to rest.

Taylor, European boxing champion, nicknamed Tornado.

It was this self-reliant and noble that he even cruelly beat Master Hong Zhennan to death with this personality.

Walking into the Huayang Boxing Hall, looking up at the surroundings, there were a few luxuriously dressed foreigners sitting on the platform, and there was a table of fruit in front of them, which looked extremely comfortable.

On the front of the ring, under the high platform is the audience seat.

In the front rows are all the auditoriums where the masters and disciples of several martial arts schools are sitting, and the seats are slightly behind, while the positions of several disciples such as Ip Man, Qin Xuan and Huang Liang are also among them.

If compared with the two, anyone with discerning eyes knows the seats that foreigners sit, which is obviously superior to others.

While observing the environment, Qin Xuan also saw two people on the high platform.

One is the foreign superintendent with a familiar face, and the other is the boxing champion tornado.

At this time, the two were chatting with each other. Even though they were sitting at the bed, Qin Xuan seemed to be able to see the sneering smiles at their corner.

Oh, no wonder I feel familiar.

It turns out that the ghost head was the sucker that night...

Hehe, it's a good snatch!

Qin Xuan chuckled a few times without any objection, but don't mess with me.

Otherwise, let you taste how dark the corner under the light is when you walk on the night road!

As for the boxing champion Tornado, in Qin Xuan's opinion, it was just a clown. Although he was the protagonist this time, he ignored the past with a glance.

At this time, around the ring, several photographers from mainstream media were also holding cameras to take photos on the spot, and the flash lights were flashing non-stop.

One of the reporters is also among them, that is Zhou Guangyao, the son of Ye Wen’s friend Zhou Qingquan.

In the original plot, he remembered that after Zhou Qingquan was shot in the head, he became crazy and no one knew him.

Could it be that Ip Man still met the two of them?

Regarding this person, although he was surprised by his appearance and wondered why he became a reporter, Qin Xuan did not have the intention to talk to him.

If he had to figure out everything to the end and knew everything, he wouldn't be exhausted.

After a while, Hong Zhennan, who was burly, walked to the table where Ip Man was, bowed to him, and laughed and said, "Master Ye, it's quite early!"

"Good early!"

When he saw him say hello, Ip Man stood up and returned the gift, sighing with emotion: "Master Hong, thank you for your ticket. If it weren't for your ticket, we wouldn't have seen such a large-scale martial arts competition."

Hong Zhennan was not polite and nodded.

After chatting for a while, the two were about to deal with small problems in other places, but suddenly stopped, remembering something and continuing to say: "There will be a self-talent performance later. All sects will go up to perform martial arts. If you ask the disciples to show off their skills, take the opportunity to let more people know about your Wing Chun."

"OK."

Looking at the disciples on the left, Ip Man did not refuse and responded with a smile.

"Okay, I'll go and do it."

Hong Zhennan said politely, lowered his body slightly, and turned around and left.

After all, he is the organizer of the Huayang Boxing venue. There are many things to be handled by himself. It is rare to take the time to come and talk to Ip Man.

The first item of the boxing competition was the display of Chinese martial arts.

After Hongquan, other martial arts halls came to play.

After Hong Zhennan left, Ip Man said to several apprentices: "Axuan, Aliang, you guys go and prepare. When you come on stage, you must show your Chinese martial arts!"

“Yes, Master.”

Qin Xuan and others responded.

As soon as he stood up, Qin Xuan seemed to suddenly feel something and turned his eyes to the foreigner's high platform area.

I saw that in the foreigner's seat, the boxing champion Dragon Bird also stood up and strode towards the ring, and he was about to play.

Looking back at Hong Zhennan who was busy with other things, Qin Xuan asked himself that he didn't like this Chinese who protected him very much.

But as a passionate Chinese, he refused to admit defeat even if he lost, and insisted on continuing to fight to support the integrity of the Chinese martial arts world.

Even if the price paid is his life!

What qualifications can Qin Xuan like to talk about not liking this person?

"Senior Brother, what are you looking at? Let's go." Huang Liang said.

"Uh, nothing."

Qin Xuan hesitated for a moment, and then several people came to the preparatory seat next to the ring to sit down.

Next to them, the disciples of the Luo Family Martial Arts Hall and the Liao Family Martial Arts Hall were also rubbing their hands, each full of eagerness to try, without any tension, and seemed to be a calf who was not afraid of a tiger.

However, Western boxing competitions are not a joke. For Western boxers who specialize in practicing anti-fighting and strength, they are the nemesis of Chinese warriors before their strength has not met the standards!

Beating is like tickling.

Run, that's the ring, you lose as soon as you run.

Thinking of the disciples' eagerness to try, Qin Xuan shook his head and continued to watch the performance on stage.

Now, it is Zheng Weiji who performed on stage and his junior brothers who were playing Hongquan routines to help celebrate.

At this time, the tornado had already arrived at the edge of the ring, as if he felt that Chinese martial arts were like a child's play, and he felt teasing with disdain.
Chapter completed!