I open a martial arts gym in Meiman

No one really knows the truth about the explosion crater in the suburbs of New York. Some people believe that an ice meteorite once fell in the suburbs of New York. Some people believe that the military developed an energy bomb.

However, in general, no one suspected Huang Wen, because there was not a single clue connecting the explosion crater to Huang Wen, not even Logan.

A month has passed and everything in the Wing Chun Martial Arts School is on track. Many students who persisted were awarded student-level medals after Huang Wen's test.

As for Zhong Qiang, although he also received a student-level medal under Huang Wen's special supervision, in terms of weight, he can only be regarded as unsatisfactory.

The goal Huang Wen set for Zhong Qiang was to weigh ten kilograms a month. Zhong Qiang eventually increased from 110 kilograms to 118 kilograms. It seemed that it was really difficult to reach Huang Wen's final task of 150 kilograms.

After all, Zhong Qiang's overall weight is relatively light now, so he is improving relatively quickly. If he waits until his weight increases, it will be much more difficult to continue to improve.

In the past month, Huang Wen had tried every means to find Logan and carry out two small tasks. However, he didn’t know whether it was because he had defeated Logan or because he was too familiar with Logan. The originally extraordinary lottery fell into the realm of mortals.

The steps made Huang Wen's plan to collect wool come to nothing.

As for the two draws for mortal props, they are exactly the same as the draw for hammers. The long umbrella used by Zhou Xiaolong in the movie "Descendants of the Dragon" is the source of the famous saying "Which one is faster, my umbrella or your gun?"

If this long umbrella can still block the rain, then the second lottery of mortal-level props made Huang Wen even more dumbfounded.

That is a folding stool. Yes, it is the folding stool from the God of Cookery movie, known as the first of the seven weapons. Now this folding stool is sitting under Logan's butt.

I have to say that this folding stool is worthy of being the first of the seven weapons. Such a small folding stool can actually withstand nearly 300 kilograms of Logan sitting on it. It is really strong enough, but it is not strong enough.

How to hit someone?

After experiencing these two lottery draws, Huang Wen had turned his back on the lottery for mortal-level props. As for Zhong Qiang's mission, he just let it go.

"Brother Wen! I have really tried my best and gained 8 pounds in a month, which I never dared to think about before!" Zhong Qiang looked at Huang Wen with a bitter face, "Besides, my appetite has also increased.

My physical fitness is also higher than before..."

"You are a little stronger, not a little fat!" Uncle Zhong laughed. "You look much healthier now than before, but you are still a little thin. I want you to spend more energy and continue to practice.

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"Don't worry, Uncle Zhong, leave it to me." Huang Wen smiled and nodded, "You have to increase your training volume this month, but don't worry, I know your physical condition and I won't train you too hard.

It’s broken!”

"Besides, you should also be able to feel that now you are not only more energetic than before, but your body is also much lighter than before, right?"

"That's true." Zhong Qiang nodded as he felt his powerful body. Just as Huang Wen said, his physical fitness was indeed much better than before, and his spirit was also better.

"Aren't you just chatting and not eating?" Logan looked at the hot pot that he had scooped up, and looked at Uncle Zhong with unfulfilled interest. Uncle Zhong stood up, smiled, shook his head, and went to the kitchen to bring the ingredients.

Qiang also stood up quickly to help.

"Life is really comfortable now!" Luo Gen touched his belly. He had not felt too comfortable in the Wing Chun Martial Arts School for the past month. Subconsciously, Luo Gen stretched.

"Don't stretch while eating!" Huang Wen smiled and held Logan's shoulders.

"It was an uncomfortable day!" Logan rolled his eyes, but he didn't really mean to be angry, because new hot pot ingredients were brought and he, Logan, was about to start eating again.

"Finally found a hot pot restaurant!" A slightly excited voice sounded at the door of the hot pot restaurant.

Huang Wen and others subconsciously turned their heads and took a look. They saw a childish young man carrying a bag, grinning at everyone and nodding. Zhong Qiang quickly stood up and helped his father greet the guests.

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"Kid, are you the only one?" Zhong Qiang handed over the menu and asked with a smile, "Where are your adults?"

"I'm not a child, I'm already fifteen years old!" The young man corrected Zhong Qiang's address seriously, "I came to the United States from Xiangjiang, China to study alone, so I'm the only one, so you don't have to serve two dishes.

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"Huaxia Xiangjiang? You came to the United States to study alone when you were fifteen?" Zhong Qiang looked at the young man with some surprise. Not only Zhong Qiang, but Huang Wen and others also looked at this fifteen-year-old boy who was traveling alone in a foreign country.

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Logan didn't react much. After he awakened his mutant abilities at the age of thirteen, he fled the place where he lived and traveled the world with his cheap brother.

"My family naturally disagreed at first, but I told them that I could do it!" The young man's eyes flashed with determination, "So, they were convinced by me in the end!"

"What a little man!" Uncle Zhong walked over with a smile, "Just order whatever you want to eat. This meal is treated as my invitation. If you have any questions in the future, you can come to me in Chinatown. We overseas Chinese are naturally

We must unite and help each other!”

"Thank you, uncle, no need to bother..." After hearing this, the young man scratched his head in embarrassment, "I can handle it myself!"

"Haha, I mean, if you have any questions, come to me. If you don't have any questions, you can come and have hot pot!" Uncle Zhong laughed, "I think you feel lonely eating alone, so why not sit down and eat with us?"

Bar!"

"Okay, you don't have to wait for the pot to boil!" This time, the young man smiled and nodded, agreed, and sat down next to Huang Wen.

"Little man, what's your name?" Uncle Zhong brought some more ingredients over and asked with a smile as he watched the unfailing young man gobbling them down.

"My name is Huang Liang." Huang Liang swallowed the beef in his mouth and said with a smile.

"Huh? Your surname is Huang? Let's ask about your family!" Uncle Zhong's smile became even brighter, "What a fate!"

"It's indeed fate!" Huang Wen nodded with a smile and glanced at Huang Liang next to him, "Hello, my name is Huang Wen. I run a Wing Chun martial arts gym. If you need anything, you can go to the Wing Chun martial arts gym.

Find me!"

"Wing Chun?!" Huang Liang's chopsticks suddenly stopped, and he looked at Huang Wen with some surprise, and then looked him up and down, "Are you really running a Wing Chun martial arts gym? Which lineage are you from?

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Although in calculation, Huang Wen is Ye Wen, Huang Wen would definitely not say that.

"Chen Huashun, Ip Man's lineage." Huang Wen revealed Huang Hong's original apprenticeship. Huang Hong's master was Ip Wen's apprentice, so Huang Hong was Ip Man's disciple.

"My great-grandfather was Huang Liang, a disciple of Grandmaster Ip Man. I have practiced Wing Chun with my grandfather since I was a child..." Huang Liang looked at Huang Wen and cupped his hands, "So, are you higher than me?"