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There was a half-circle of people less than five meters away from Lin Yue, about a dozen of them, some were wearing exercise uniforms, some were wearing robes, and some were wearing mandarin jackets without sleeves. Although they had no weapons in their hands, they were aggressive. It doesn't look like a good way to go.

A little further ahead, the men and women who went shopping saw the situation and hurriedly hid far away, for fear of encountering unreasonable disasters.

Lin Yue didn't know anyone else, but there was one person he was familiar with -- Wu Zhongsu. Judging from the airs put on by these people, they should all learn Wing Chun. In other words, the people in front of him are all disciples and grandchildren of Chen Huashun of Foshan Wing Chun School.

The Wing Chun faction is in conflict!

Someone recognized Wu Zhongsu's identity, so rumors that Wing Chun sent Xiao Qiang to blame spread wildly on Wuguan Street. Some people wanted to watch the excitement but were afraid of being affected, so they chose to climb to the second floor of a nearby building.

"Wu Zhongsu, don't you think this is too much?" The last time this old man went to Fenjin Hall to kick the gym, he didn't care about it because he was also a Wing Chun inheritor. After joining the Jingwu Association, he repeatedly belittled him with his colleagues. However, considering that the other party is the head of the Wing Chun School and is getting old, he didn't take it to heart.

But now, this guy brought a group of people to the Endeavor Hall to block him, that's really embarrassing.

It's already inappropriate for a group of people to beat one person. The key is to lead a group of Wing Chun descendants to beat another Wing Chun descendant. What is this called?

Clean up the portal?

One is Chen Huashun's apprentice, the other is Liang Bi's apprentice, Wu Zhongsu is not qualified at all.

"There is only one school of Wing Chun in Foshan." Wu Zhongsu took a step forward and said in a cold voice, "You can call Wing Chun authentic if you want, go back to your HK, then I will be out of sight and out of mind, and you can do whatever you want."

At this time, people from the Foshan Wing Chun School had already surrounded him.

Lin Yue looked at the Wing Chun disciples around him: "What if I say no?"

Wu Zhongsu said: "Then I will beat you back."

Having said that, there is no need to say more. Lin Yue drew a half circle on the ground with his right foot, raised his foot slightly, and pointed his toes to the ground. starting gesture.

"You asked for it yourself today, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Big words." Wu Zhongsu snorted coldly, and waved violently at the disciples on both sides. A dozen people rushed towards Lin Yue regardless of whether they looked good or not.

Their idea is very simple, one person only has two arms and one hand, no matter how good his martial arts are, can he beat ten with one?

A man in a sleeveless mandarin jacket made a killer move with the Japanese character punching hammer. Lin Yue responded with his right elbow, his right elbow was turned outward, and his circle of hands was sealed inward. .

At the same time, a person from the side pointed at him, and without turning his head, Lin Yue made a fist with his left hand, crossed his right arm from above, and slammed into the person's finger.

Ka~

creak.

With a scream, that thud thud thump took three big steps back, sweating profusely holding the wrist that had just used the index finger, and it seemed that the hand was useless.

Lin Yue kept moving, twisting his waist to the side, dodging the punch from behind, stepping back with his right foot, stomping hard, and another miserable howl sounded behind him.

His expression remained unchanged, his toes were a little on the ground, he twisted his waist and lifted his knees, and swept out with a whirlwind kick, kicking the three people who rushed up and turned them on their backs. , the right hand moved forward, with the center of gravity forward, and the half-step Bengquan hit Wu Zhongsu's right elbow hard.

snap~

Ka~

With the sound of cracking bones and joints, Wu Zhongsu's arm hangs down, and half of his right arm is useless.

While using half-step Bengquan, the knee of the left leg is slightly bent, the right foot supporting the body is twisted on the ground, the whole body is rotated 180 degrees, the left leg pushes up with the recoil force of the right foot, and the knee pokes hard Into the chest of a man who was holding a dagger and was about to attack him.

puff~

Boom~

嘡啷~

The man flew five meters, hit his back against the outer wall of a clothing store and passed out, the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

...

The fighting stopped.

Only gasps and groans could be heard on the long street.

The members of the Wing Chun sect fell to the ground, and those who could barely stand either had broken arms or crippled legs, all of them looked at the man in the middle of the battle group with pale faces.

Wu Zhongsu was held up by a disciple, staring blankly at the corner of the wall, the second disciple who was almost unable to save his breath, the stabbing pain in his chest meant that at least three ribs were broken.

ruthless.

Too ruthless, this guy really dares to kill.

A dozen or so people were basically defeated by him in one encounter, and every move was aimed at destroying the opponent.

Lin Yue looked at the people on the ground and said, "You all asked for this. For Ip Man's sake, I will not destroy your Foshan Wing Chun today. Next time, I will make your Chen-style Wing Chun disappear."

After saying this, he walked towards Jinlou with a cold face.

Because Wu Zhongsu led people to make trouble, the rickshaw drivers in front were all scared away, and they might be late for the banquet.

The people watching the battle nearby broke out in a cold sweat.

In the past six months, Lin Yue's killing of a Nanyang man has rarely been mentioned, and the impression of the nearby merchants has become "not arrogant, rash, contending, or robbing, and a cultural person speaks nicely." Until today, they did not When he came to his senses, not being arrogant or impetuous was not lack of temper, and not fighting or snatching was not incompetence, but it was unnecessary. If he really pushed him into a hurry, that was to let a tiger out of the cage.

Until Lin Yue's back disappeared on the side of the long street, a few people from Jinshan, who were gambling happily in the nearby mahjong parlor, rushed over after receiving the news. After experiencing the kicking incident, the Jinshan finding incident, and the Nanyangren incident, the people in Wuguan Street are much more honest. One is to thank Lin Yue for saving face for the Foshan people, and the other is also fearful. People speak very politely, and even the little gangsters in the corner regard the relationship with Endeavor Hall as a kind of capital in the world.

Only people from the Foshan Wing Chun sect don’t give face, they scold and run on daily, even Lin Yue doesn’t pay attention, because Ip Man backs them up, because after all, Liang Bi went to Hong Kong to beg for a living because he couldn’t get along in Foshan. Of course they couldn't compare to Chen Huashun, and as Chen Huashun's disciples and grandchildren, they naturally had a sense of superiority compared to Lin Yue and the people in Fenjintang.

It's not too much to say that it's their own fault now that they've been dealt with like this.

Jin Shan took a look at the onlookers who hadn't dispersed: "Neighbors and neighbors, you have all seen what happened. It was the Wing Chun School who bullied people too much, not our Fenjintang. If the people in the patrol room ask, please help my master testify."

People from the patrol room?

Who didn't know that Captain Li was Lin Yue's apprentice, and if he beat someone, the two little soldiers patrolling in front would hide somewhere.

...

Lin Yue walked a long way before he saw a rickshaw driver running towards him pulling a rickshaw. He quickly waved his hand to stop him and ordered him to drive towards Jinlou.

Wu Zhongsu led people to surround him, why didn't he do this before, but do it today?

Others may have doubts, but Lin Yue is very clear, because today's banquet is very important, how important is it? Important enough to cause an earthquake in the martial arts world.

Different from the last New Year's banquet, this time Jinlou gathered representatives of Foshan Ching Wu Association, Guangzhou Ching Wu Association, Shanghai Ching Wu Association and key figures from the Chinese Samurai Association.

In the land of China, there is the Chinese Samurai Association in the north and the Jingwu Association in the south. These two organizations constitute half of the folk martial arts. This time Gong Baosen's golden basin washing ceremony is to select a successor and say no to it when it grows bigger. It is inferior to the leader of martial arts.

Looking at the world of Chinese martial arts in Guangdong and Guangxi, who is most qualified to join hands with Gong Baosen? There are only two candidates-he and Ye Wen.

Ip Man is a person who is not active enough and lacks motivation. As for him, he is good at martial arts, good at communication, and quite courageous. President Li, Huang Yiping, Mr. Fu and others value him more for the big things to be done next. .

Wu Zhongsu didn't care about national righteousness, his idea was very simple, if Gong Baosen was the one who helped Gong Baosen in Jinlou, wouldn't it mean that he was the authentic Wing Chun, and Liang Bi was better than Chen Huashun? For the sake of the Foshan Wing Chun school's face, of course he cannot be allowed to take the position, so there was a siege just now.

Clan views, orthodox disputes, regional discrimination...

A banquet in the Golden House reflects many problems.

Lin Yue shook his head and sighed.

In order to complete the side mission, he must go to the Golden Tower.

Gong Er is his!

As for Ye Wen, wouldn't it be good to grow old together with Zhang Yongcheng? At such an old age, let's stop playing with extramarital affairs.

After a while, the rickshaw stopped in front of the Jinlou. After Lin Yue paid the money, he walked into the lobby. When he looked up, he saw the shopkeeper of the Jinlou, Uncle Deng, said anxiously, "Why are you here so late? The show is about to begin, President Li You didn’t catch up with the program arranged for you, so you just passed by, and it’s not good for those people in the north to see.”

With a melon cap, a round face, a beard that is basically all white, and a folding fan that never leaves his hand all year round, this is the shopkeeper of Jinlou.

Lin Yue knew what he meant.

Originally, according to the arrangement of President Li and Mr. Fu, he was to take him to meet Gong Baosen and accompany him at the same table, which was a signal to the Shanghai Jingwu Association, Guangzhou Jingwu Association, and Chinese Samurai Association. Now, due to Wu Zhongsu's and others' obstruction, he came late, and it seemed too rude to rush forward rashly, which would make the martial arts seniors feel that he was too arrogant.

Lin Yue smiled: "Uncle Deng, don't worry, I have a solution for this."

Thanks to Guixiu for the 500 starting coins and the Tang and Song poetry books for the 100 starting coins.