In a blink of an eye, it was the opening day of the Huayang boxing match, because of the turmoil caused by the mass killing of the black-clothed Shura, in order to calm the turmoil and ease the contradictions between the Chinese and the foreigners, the British colonial government also attached great importance to this competition.

In order to make the Huayang Boxing Tournament beautiful, the ghost head not only requisitioned a large indoor square, but also brought in more than 200 disciples of the Hong Zhen Nanwu Hall to do free volunteers.

Ye Man took Jiang Chen, Huang Liang, Xu Shichang and others to the arena hall, they came not early or late, there were many people gathered in the hall, there were Chinese, some foreigners, some people were dressed in rags, some people were gorgeously dressed, and they sat down according to the ticket number in their hands.

"Master Ye!" Just as Ye Man, Jiang Chen and others were watching the performance on stage, Hong Zhennan walked over.

"Master Hong!" Ye Man hurriedly stood up, clasped his fists, and said politely: "Thank you Master Hong for those tickets, you can let us have a long experience." ”

"Polite, polite. Hong Zhennan smiled and waved his hand: "After a while, each sect will send people to perform, you ask your apprentices to prepare too, and then go up together to show their faces, and you can also take this opportunity to promote your Wing Chun faction." ”

"Thank you!" Ip Man's words were full of gratitude, after all, the time he had established a sect in Hong Kong was too short, although Jiang Chen had deliberately promoted him before, after all, his qualifications were too shallow, and now there was such a publicity opportunity, which was definitely a good thing for the future development of Wing Chun.

Hong Zhennan had other martial arts masters to greet, but he didn't say anything polite to Ip Man, he directly accepted the salute, and then turned to greet others.

Just when Hong Zhennan was greeting the masters of various martial arts halls in Hong Kong, on the VIP seat on the other side, the ghost head who was responsible for organizing the Huayang boxing match was full of displeasure.

At this moment, a tall and sturdy British man walked in from behind, and he patted the ghost head on the shoulder very enthusiastically: "Hey, buddy!"

"Hello, Taylor!" Seeing the comer, the ghost head hurriedly got up to greet him, "Before the competition, we have prepared a program for you!" As he spoke, he hurriedly invited the visitor to sit down and pointed to the martial arts performance in the ring.

Taylor, is the real name of the British boxing champion "Tornado".

"Thank you!" Tornado thanked him, then sat down, looked at Zheng Weiji and the others who were performing Hong Boxing in the ring, couldn't help but tilt his head, and asked a little inexplicably: "What is this? British pantomime? Why are they dancing and shouting?"

"......" Hearing the tornado's words, the ghost head shook his head, watching the performance in the ring, a mocking smile appeared on his face, "Taylor, that's not a British pantomime, it's a Chinese martial art, they believe that shouting will make them full of power!"

"Huh!" a sneer tugged at the corners of Tornado's mouth, "Really, I'll give them a reason to scream, okay?"

"Go!" the ghost head and the others couldn't help but let out a maliciously laugh.

The corners of Tornado's mouth hooked, and then he stood up from his chair and went straight to the ring, he looked at the group of Hongquan disciples who were waving their hands and splitting their feet, his face was full of mockery.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that Tornado is eager to try!" Seeing Tornado come on stage, the host first said it in English, and then said in Chinese: "The boxing king seems to be very interested in Chinese martial arts!"

At this time, Zheng Weiji and other Hongquan disciples finally finished practicing a set of boxing techniques and thanked the audience.

"Very good!" Tornado looked at the audience who were clapping around him, shrugged his shoulders and said he couldn't understand, he felt that he should show what real power was, and immediately walked over, looked at Zheng Weiji, who was standing at the front of the line, and said with a smile: "Hit me!"

"Huh?" Zheng Weiji couldn't understand English, and suddenly looked at the person in front of him with a puzzled face.

"Punch me!" Seeing that Zheng Weiji didn't seem to understand his words, Tornado repeated it and hammered his chest with his fist.

This time, although Zheng Weiji didn't understand, he already understood what the other party meant, the ghost guy in front of him was obviously here to find fault, looking at the other party's contemptuous look, he immediately clenched his fists, punched violently, and smashed it towards the other party's chest.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and with his strong physique, Tornado forcibly took the punch, and the expression on his face did not change at all.

"Awesome! Cool!" Seeing that the boxing champion of his country took the punch of the Chinese without moving, the British in the audience immediately dedicated their boxing champion to their own boxing champion.

Feeling the strength of itching in his chest, Tornado grabbed Zheng Weiji's fist and mocked: "Use some strength, come on!"

"Hahaha" The British people in the audience saw that the boxing champion of their country seemed to be molesting the boxers of Huaguo, and suddenly burst into a burst of piercing laughter.

"Come on, come on......" Listening to the piercing laughter from the audience, looking at the ghost who kept shouting in front of him, Zheng Weiji couldn't help but flash a touch of anger on his face, he knew that this was a foreign devil bullying him and bullying the Chinese, so naturally he would not think about keeping his hand anymore, so he raised his hand and punched the other party's head fiercely.

The head is the vital part of the human body, although the tornado is a little arrogant, but it is not stupid, it is naturally impossible to let Zheng Weiji's punch hit his head, and he directly raised his hand to set up Zheng Weiji's right fist, and then a simple uppercut, the force was big and fast, and directly knocked Zheng Weiji out, fell a few meters away, and fainted.

Seeing that his apprentice was knocked unconscious, Hong Zhennan, who was sitting in the audience, suddenly couldn't sit still, and was about to get up, but was forcibly pressed down by the fat wave sitting next to him, and then shook his head at him. Fatty Bo and Hong Zhennan have also been old friends for decades, how could they not know Hong Zhennan's temper, it's just that Hong Zhennan has already offended the ghost, if something goes wrong now, then Hong Zhennan really can't be mixed up in Hong Kong.

"Come on!" In the ring, a punch knocked Zheng Weiji unconscious, and Tornado despised the so-called "Chinese kung fu" even more, shouting at the remaining Hongquan disciples. They were all young people, who could stand the agitation of the ghosts, and they immediately punched and kicked their legs, rushing towards the tornado. In this regard, Tornado obviously didn't care, at the moment, with his own strength and speed, he knocked the Hongquan disciples who rushed up to the ground with three punches and two kicks, knocking down the opponent repeatedly, making Tornado's momentum even more arrogant, and he laughed wildly: "See no, this is power!"

The British, seeing the easy opponent of their country's boxing champion, applauded and cheered, and even whistled.

"Go up and save people. At this time, Jiang Chen gave an order, and hurriedly commanded the disciples of the Wing Chun sect to come to the stage to rescue the disciples of Hongquan who were knocked to the ground, and the disciples of other sects also rushed up and carried them one after another when they saw this.

"This is Chinese martial arts?" Looking at the disciples of various sects who were busy rescuing the disciples of Hong Quan, Tornado mocked while learning the appearance of Hong Quan: "You better go back to dancing!" The translator on the side immediately shouted into the microphone: "The boxing king said that your Chinese martial arts are useless, let's go back to dance!"

"What are you talking about, foreign devil!"

"Look for death, dead foreign devil!"

Hearing the words of the translator, the warriors of all sects and factions sitting in the audience were suddenly excited, and they got up one after another, pointing at the tornado on the stage and scolding angrily, and in an instant, the entire arena hall was in chaos, even in the ring, many people rushed to the ring, and the official representatives of the boxing tournament also poured into a bunch of people, wanting to stop this conflict.

Seeing the ghost guy's roar, Huang Liang is a hot-blooded young man after all, where can he still bear it, a touch of anger flashed on his face at the moment, he lifted the rope next to him, moved forward along the edge of the ring, and went directly behind the tornado, seeing that the other party was punching the person who ran through the fence down, he was angry, raised his hand and punched, and hit the opponent's head directly!