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Martial arts competition is a process of fighting and a process of adaptation. No matter how good boxing is, there are routines, and no matter how much combat experience you have, it is difficult to change your personal style.

Jin Shanxun gradually adapted to the rhythm of Wing Chun, and used Ye Lizanghua to attack Lin Yue's face, and reserved a backhand through combat experience. How did he know that the fist was handed out, and the figure on the other side flashed, and the teacher's The face appears in profile.

Even if Wing Chun is to dodge, the pace must be steady, how can it be as agile as before, or weird.

A question mark was just formed in his mind, and before he could react, he was greeted with a jab that was as fast as lightning, without any fancy, simple, straightforward and powerful.

Jin Shanxun was caught off guard, smacked, punched to the left, raised his head, thumped back three strides, touched the place where he was hit with his hand, and grinned in pain.

"Hey, are you Wing Chun?"

Lin Yue drew a half-circle with his right foot on the ground, tightened it inward, and returned the word "clamp Yangma". He waved his hand again, and looked for a move towards Jinshan: "The one I played is Wing Chun."

Jin Shanxun suffered a terrible loss, and with a loud roar, he attacked again. After three punches and two kicks, Lin Yue slid to the left and delivered another jab. The fist is a false move, and the trump card is the uppercut.

His knuckles slammed into his chin, his lips twitched into balls, saliva splashed, his facial muscles twisted, and he fell straight down. He was beaten so badly that he couldn't get up for a long time.

Jin Shanzhao shook his head, dizzy, really dizzy, there are little stars in front of his eyes.

"Good! Good fight!"

Wow...

There was a burst of cheers outside the door, and Li Zhao took the lead in applauding. In the morning, the martial arts disciples who found Jinshan and a group of people who had ridiculed them felt like they had taken a bath in the dog days. They felt refreshed and extremely happy.

How do you think he can do this? Doing this... is so unruly.

Jin Shan patted his head, winked, glanced at the crowd behind him, turned around and said, "You... you... definitely... definitely not Wing Chun."

Lin Yue said: "You don't care if I use Wing Chun or not, it's a good boxing technique if it can knock you down."

In fact, he can defeat Jin Shanzhao with Wing Chun alone, but just like the battle between Ip Man and Jin Shanzhao in the movie, it takes a little more effort. To say a thousand words and ten thousand, not to mention the insidious tricks such as inserting eyes and kicking the crotch, in terms of destructive power alone, Wing Chun is indeed inferior to boxing. It can be seen.

Moreover, he did not come to Ip Man's world to learn routines, but to integrate Chinese, Western, and Southeast Asian fighting techniques to improve his fighting skills. One is worth ten or even stronger, but God knows if the system will give him a task in the world of middle and high martial arts on a whim, similar to "Fengyun" and "Shushan" in film and television dramas, without sufficient martial arts foundation, he will never dare to enter of.

Taking a few breaths, Jin Shanzhao felt his head cleared up a bit, got up from the ground, punched out without saying a word, and at the same time hooked his feet back, and brought out the broad-bladed horizontal knife held by the younger brother.

There is a close-up shot of this action in the movie.

Lin Yue punched it, and Jin Shan found a head-to-head confrontation.

Do you think this move is cool?

Boom.

When the two fists collided, Jin Shanxun's face changed suddenly, and he took a big step back, his whole arm was shaking.

Bang!

Shuai failed, and the knife fell to the ground.

Grandma, is this guy really a teacher? With brute force, he was eaten to death.

Jin Shanzhao flicked his wrist, moved his five fingers, and picked up the wide-bladed horizontal knife that fell on the ground.

Lin Yue didn't pick up the long stick that Wu Yan handed over. With a twitch at his waist, he pulled off the belt, and wrapped one end around the back of his hand for half a circle.

Ah!

Jinshan finds a knife and chops it off.

Lin Yue turned his head and swung his hand forward, and the flexible belt slammed into the opponent's eye socket.

Jin Shan gave a miserable snort, quickly withdrew from the battle group, dipped his right eye with the back of his hand, and took it off to see how much blood was added.

"Well, it's symmetrical now." Lin Yue stretched the belt, as if he liked this weapon very much.

"Look at the knife!"

Jin Shan became angry, and he slashed and slashed with all his strength, the knife pierced through the air and made a whining sound.

Lin Yue was unmoved, and used both horse stance and sliding stance, and occasionally brought some Muay Thai Sangong stance, which made it difficult for Jin Shanzhao to adapt and made frequent mistakes.

Snapped!

A belt on the ass.

Snapped!

Red spots all over the forehead.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

He rubbed his hands and arms in pain, his face full of pain.

...

After the three strokes, Lin Yue leaned back to let the long knife stab, and twisted the belt in his hand, hooking Jin Shan with his toes and pushing his ankle hard.

Plop, this guy fell like a dog eating shit, lying on the ground unable to move.

Lin Yue stomped on his ass: "How is it? Do you admit defeat?"

Jin Shan pressed his face against the cold floor, his eyes tried to look back, but no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't see anyone.

"Not convinced?" Lin Yue twisted his arm hard, and clapped his palm on his fist wheel, and the broad-bladed horizontal knife flew out with a whizzing sound, and was nailed to a round wooden stake hanging on a high place on the west wall.

You can't punch, you can't fight with your feet, and a knife is not as effective as someone else's belt. Now that the surname Lin twists his arms and feet, the knife changes hands, and he can't afford to lose if he is stubborn.

Jin Shanzhao turned his head, turned his face to the floor and said, "I admit defeat..."

Lin Yue let go of his hands, moved his feet, and threw the belt to the handle of the wooden dummy, hanging on it firmly.

Wow~

There was more intense applause outside.

"Good fight," some shouted.

Li Zhao walked into the front hall, followed by Liao Rihui and Wu Chilin from Taishan Hall.

"Master Lin, thanks to you today."

Lin Yuegong cupped his hands: "I just did something within my power."

Master Liao said: "Humble, too modest, if it weren't for you, we would lose face in Wuguan Street."

There was applause from outside.

Lin Yue looked at Liao Rihui with joy, and thought that this guy is really not a fuel-efficient lamp. Last time he dug a big hole for the Jingwu Club to dance. prejudice.

To say it's funny, it's really funny. Many people used to think of him as a rule breaker, but when he turned around and became more ruthless and arrogant, he became the guardian of Wuguan Street.

Wu Chilin still remembered the bets the two sides made before the contest, seeing Jin Shanzhao who was beaten black-eyed got up, and said gloatingly: "Appreciate the teacher."

The people outside also booed: "Appreciate teacher, apprentice, apprentice..."

It was very embarrassing for Jin Shan to find and his four followers.

Li Zhao walked up to a few people: "Don't you northern boxers always regard themselves as bold and trustworthy? Why? Don't you admit it when you lose?"

Walking in the rivers and lakes, the first rules, the second martial arts, and the third reputation or face. Regardless of whether the kung fu is good or not, if they don't admit it today, they will be a disgrace to the warriors in the future, not to mention opening a martial arts gym, and it will be difficult to gain a foothold in the arena.

With complexion changing several times, Jin Shan knelt down on one knee, bowed his head and cupped his hands, and called out: "Master."

The four followers behind saw it, although they were full of displeasure, they still half-kneeled on the ground, and also called Lin Yue "Master".

There was a burst of laughter outside, and someone asked Jinshan to find tea for Lin Yue to serve as a teacher, which made the guy stare with a fierce face--although his face was swollen and his eyes were blue, he looked quite funny.

Lin Yue didn't care about the shouting from outside, and went to Jinshan to find a few people and said, "There is a broken bone medicine wine left by the previous tenant upstairs. It should be effective for the wound on your face."

Jin Shan was stunned for a moment before turning the corner, knowing that it was Master Qiai who was stepping down the steps for him, so he quickly got up from the ground, turned around and entered the back hall with four attendants, and walked up the stairs to the second floor.

Lin Yue greeted Master Liao and the others for a while, and then sent them away. The spectators outside also dispersed slowly with satisfaction. Fenjin Hall returned to calm, and soon the sound of children reading loudly could be heard.

...

Lin Yue seems to have done something insignificant here, what did he do yesterday, and what are he doing today, at most, add a few bowls and a few pairs of chopsticks for cooking at night, don't look at Jinshan looking for a lot of martial arts gyms in the daytime, arrogant and arrogant, in reality I don't have a few copper coins in my upper pocket, otherwise I wouldn't leave my hometown and go south to Guangzhou.

On the other hand, in just one afternoon, half of the East Street knew about Lin Yueqing's pursuit of Jinshan. Many people gave him a thumbs up when they talked about him, saying that he won the favor of Foshan people, and there were also people from the north who came to beg for a living. He said that he is from HK and has nothing to do with Foshan, and when he was done, he said, "He is not from Foshan, but his master is from Foshan, and the boxing he uses comes from Foshan." He was speechless and admired Foshan people very much The foundation of touching porcelain.

The second day, early morning.

Dark clouds cover the moon, and everything is silent.

In the courtyard behind Endeavor Hall, there are several heavy figures.

A very low voice said: "Brother, do we really want to do this?"

"Don't do it, you tell me what to do?"

It was the voice that Jinshan was looking for.