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After listening to the waiter's words, Lin Yue frowned. He knew that Ma Sanhui would make a big disturbance in the Jinlou and injure the Liangguang boxer, but he didn't expect that there was some discrepancy with the plot of the movie, and that guy pointed the finger at him.

"Where is Mr. Gong?"

The waiter shook his head: "Mr. Gong disappeared as soon as the banquet was withdrawn."

Lin Yue thought to himself that the old man must have gone to look for senior brother Ding Lianshan.

"Go, go and have a look."

After speaking, he followed the waiter and walked outside.

According to what was played in the movie, even if he and Ye Wen didn't make a move, Gong Baosen would beat Ma San hard when he came back. After all, they came to do big things, not to be aggressive.

The northern boxers went south to pass on their skills, and what they passed on was "national art", with the purpose of uniting people's hearts, from strengthening the body to strengthening the country.

This time when Gong Baosen came to Foshan, he was thinking of someone who could lead the southern boxers to the north. He said it was to pass on the art, but in fact he wanted to mobilize the southern warriors to fight against Japan and save the country.

What Ma San did was not to overwhelm others, but to deceive others too much. If it was serious, it would even lead to antagonism between the north and the south, and the situation that the Chinese martial arts created by the five tigers going to the south of the Yangtze River would disappear.

Ye Wen didn't move, he was still sitting at the round table in the smoking hall, quietly smoking a cigarette, lighting the ashtray from time to time to shake off the ashes in front of him.

...

In the golden building.

The window sills were broken, the chairs were overturned several times, and the kiln sisters hid in a place with few people in panic, saying that they were afraid of being hurt by those lawless guys.

Ma San stood in the crowd, looking at the southern boxers around him with a cold face. There were several people lying down at his feet, still moaning and howling, and seemed to be seriously injured.

Huang Yiping tried his best to restrain the Foshan boxers and prevent them from fighting Ma San.

The people from the Guangzhou Jingwu Association on the opposite side looked at their own people lying on the ground with fear on their faces.

As soon as Gong Baosen left, Ma San brazenly said, "To enter the temple to worship the Buddha, you have to go through the mountain gate first, and to see the real Buddha, you have to pass Ma San first." People from the Guangzhou Jingwu Association were irritated by him, but they found out that the gap was not small , gave the opponent a full blown tooth.

Seeing that the people from the Guangzhou Jingwu Association did not dare to take the lead, he transferred his hostility to the Foshan Jingwu Association, and successively wounded Qinglong Martial Arts Hall Master Liang and Qingyun Hall Master. The juniors went up and paid for nothing, and now there is no one in the entire Jinlou who dares to fight.

"Back then, Huo Daxia defeated the Russian Hercules in Shanghai and founded the Jingwu Association in order to promote Chinese martial arts and strengthen the people. More than ten years later, the branches of the Jingwu Association opened one after another, but Huo Daxia's original intention of establishing the Jingwu Association has been changed You have completely forgotten that it is not bad to open a martial arts hall to teach apprentices to make money. Some people regard it as a step to curry favor with the local wealthy gentry and officials, turning a clean martial arts field into a casino, shopping mall, and power field .”

"Business is about harmony and wealth. Those who practice martial arts must be distinguished. Today, I, Ma San, want to let you Liangguang boxers know that the north is called the green forest, and your southern boxing... has fallen to the point where there are no successors, just like this building."

Ma San looked at the resplendent gold and jade around him: "It used to be called Gonghe Building, but now it is called Jinlou."

The faces of the people in the Jingwu Association were very ugly. This Ma San's mouth was really poisonous. He didn't give him any face at all, but his kungfu was very good. A set of Xingyi fist made the southern boxers dare not speak out.

"Where's the boy who gave the snake soup? I heard from your people that he is the most capable person in Foshan. Why? How dare you play tricks in front of the old man, and dare not show your face in front of me, Ma San?"

Huang Yiping said: "The person you are looking for is not here, go out."

"Hmph, not here? Don't you dare. If you are really capable, how can you imitate others by serving tea and drinking water? That's what a slave boy who can't get on the stage will do."

As soon as Ma San finished speaking, he noticed that the people on the opposite side who were excited but did not dare to make a move retreated to the two sides, and the young man whom he had just scolded as a slave boy came over.

"Slave boy?" Lin Yue and Ma San faced each other across a door frame: "Don't talk too much, if the disciples of the Gong family can't even fight a slave boy, I'm afraid I will lose face to the old man if I speak out at that time. .”

After finishing speaking, Lin Yue moved his right foot forward and asked his hands to meet each other: "Aren't we going to compete, come on."

Ma San's eyes narrowed, a look of hatred flashed across his face, and he stepped forward, starting with a straight-line blast of the most powerful cannon punch.

snap~

Lin Yue blocked with his hands, and pushed away with his hands.

Ma San's left horizontal fist turned into a drill punch, and he attacked a little below the center line that Lin Yue briefly gave way to. Unexpectedly, he raised one foot and blocked his drill punch with an incredible height. The shadow flashed, and the strong wind like a knife slashed across his skin. The hairs all over Ma San's body stood up. Before he could think about it, he quickly stepped back on his toes.

thump thump.

Ma San retreated three big steps in a row, twisted his right foot, and kicked the top of his foot to the floor to stabilize his figure.

He touched his neck with his hand, and put it in front of his eyes, there was no blood, but the place swept by the wind brought by the index finger just now was hot and painful.

quiet.

The scene was deadly quiet.

As soon as the two men met, Ma San lost half of his move, which was unimaginable just now.

You must know that Ma San's Xingyi Quan has a fast attack speed, strong strength, and fierce momentum. Even the Hong Quan used by the owner of the Qingyun Pavilion did not dare to face him head-on. It is Wing Chun, who has been criticized by many people for being female boxing, but the change of body style and attack angle are more tricky, and the coordination of moves... how should I put it, it gives people a very awkward feeling.

Many people tried to copy Lin Yue's movements, but found that they couldn't perform them anyway, and they couldn't control the limbs to pose in different poses at the same time.

Strange, how did he do it?

snap~

snap~

puff~

While President Li and the others felt unbelievable, the confrontation continued.

Just now, Ma San, who blocked and killed the gods and Buddhas just now, couldn't take advantage of every attack. He was either shocked by the punch, or retreated because he lost the opportunity to avoid the ultimate move.

After Wuhe.

Lin Yue slammed his knees to the top, Ma San pressed down with both hands to prevent it, and turned his right hand to punch upwards. Lin Yue suddenly raised his head to pass, and Ma San followed the momentum and punched down.

Snapped.

The chopping fist was blocked by the arms.

Ma San threw out Bengquan with the other hand, before he was halfway through, he was greeted by a single palm. With a shock, a swipe, a circle, while distributing energy and fist strength, the young man opposite seemed to be able to predict his movements , Before he could get his foot out, he was kicked back by the first step, followed by a knock on the knee joint.

snort!

With a muffled grunt.

Ma San was unsteady and took a step back. At this time, the foot that broke his footsteps stepped on the ground hard, with a crisp click, and a hole was split in the wooden board.

This is? The prelude to stepping and punching?

The above thought flashed through his mind, Ma San was about to distance himself from the blow that followed, but he didn't know that it was not a punch but a kick.

Wing Chun high legs!

Woo!

A figure flew out and slammed into the innermost square table in the small hall, smashing the placed flower pots into pieces and spreading the soil on the ground.

Cough, cough, cough.

Ma San coughed out two globs of saliva, put his hands on the ground and tried to get up, but failed even after several attempts.

Lin Yue's kick hit his jaw just now, but now his head is dizzy, his ears are buzzing, and he sees double images of everything, as if he is separated from the onlookers by a world, very far away, very unreal.

Wow~

There was an applause from behind.

"Good, good, well played." Master Liang, Master Liao and others applauded and cheered.

Lin Yue put away his fighting posture, looked at Ma San who was covered in black soil and said, "Am I qualified to see the real Buddha?"

The kick just now could have been a little more ruthless. If Ma San was abolished, there would be one less Japanese dog in the future.

It's a pity that it's not the time yet, if you really want to beat this guy to death, you will have to fight against the Gong family, then it will be difficult to deal with Gong Er.

"How much? Forget it?"

"Six or seven?"

"This kid is younger than Ma San, he's too powerful."

"It seems that the rumors are true. No wonder President Li and Mr. Fu want to invite Gong Baosen to Foshan to hold another retirement ceremony. It turns out that there is a martial arts genius here."

The Guangzhou Ching Wu Association and representatives of boxers from Guangxi area had a lot of discussion.

In fact, even President Li and Huang Yiping were very strange. They thought that even if Lin Yue could defeat Ma San, it would only be after ten or twenty rounds.

They are all martial arts practitioners, and their eyesight to distinguish the strength of the target person's kung fu is naturally not bad. They were witnesses to the martial arts contest between Lin Yue and Nanyang people half a year ago, and they have a clearer understanding of his strength, but now... just half a year. It seems that he has improved again, and the improvement is not a star, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a leap.

How did this guy practice?

...

When the fight in the Jinlou was in full swing, Gong Baosen went to the backyard of the Jinlou and found the master Ge Ding Lianshan who had been lost for many years.

After some discussion about Snake Soup and Xinchai, the atmosphere became dull.

Gong Baosen looked at the new firewood he had just stuffed into the stove: "Brother, I have a question."

Ding Lianshan also looked at the new piece of firewood and said, "It's about the person who gave you snake soup."

Gong Baosen nodded.

"Just ask."

"Brother, did he learn his boxing from you?"

Ding Lianshan shook his head: "I never taught him boxing kung fu, as for how much he can see from my hands, that's his business."

The corners of Gong Baosen's mouth twitched, looking thoughtfully at the blazing flames in the stove.

...

Ma San left.

Just like in the movie, he was driven away by Gong Baosen.

Shortly after nightfall, heavy rain fell.

The Jingwu meeting hall was brightly lit, people from Wuguan Street, Yingshazui, Nanhai, Guangzhou, and others from the Jingwu meeting gathered together. If you want to talk about what it is for, it is naturally a matter of who to join hands with Gong Baosen .

"It's just you." Master Liang of Qinglong Guild Hall pointed to Lin Yue and said.

"Yes, it's you." The owner of the Qingyun Pavilion had a bandage on his arm and said angrily, "If Master Lin wasn't here today, it would be very difficult for our southern boxers to hold their heads up in front of the northerners from now on."

President Li is very satisfied with the current situation: "Then, is there anyone who disagrees with Lin Yue and Mr. Gong? If not..."

At this time, a voice sounded from behind the crowd: "I don't agree!"

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