After Huang Liang and Ip Man returned, Chu Mo went to the Hongquan Martial Arts Hall to find Zheng Weiji;

"Senior Brother."

"Senior Brother, are you here?"

"Brother, you haven't been here for a while!"

......

The Hongquan Martial Arts Hall is still very lively. The disciples talk to each other and when they see Chu Mo coming, they all say hello.

In the hall of the martial arts hall, Zheng Weiji stood behind Hong Zhennan, with a hint of fear in his eyes. Seeing Chu Mo looking at him, he unconsciously lowered his head.

"Amo, you haven't been here for a while. Come and work with me to let me see if your boxing skills have improved over the past year!"

Hong Zhennan, who was standing in the hall of the martial arts hall, saw Chu Mo coming in, showed a smile on his serious face and said with a chuckling.

"I will not disappoint my master!"

Since Hong Zhennan spoke, Chu Mo would not refuse. He walked to the center of the hall and looked at Hong Zhennan.

"Well, Amo, you can use your newly learned Wing Chun Fist to fight with your teacher. You should see what is unique about Wing Chun Fist you admire..."

Hong Zhennan held his fat body and set off his posture. At the same time, he spoke to Chu Mo to use Wing Chun Fist. Chu Mo naturally knew that Hong Zhennan was hitting him, so that he would not forget his roots and stop at the right time;

After all, Ip Man made a big fuss today, and he must be very clear about the whole story. But his disciple lost to Ip Man's disciple, so he would definitely not be able to bear it in his face. How could he be happy?

"Amo, Weiji lost to that Huang Liang, what do you think?"

"The second junior brother is spending all day outside, and it is not surprising that he loses to Huang Liang. It's just that he is not good at learning skills, and it does not mean that Hong Quan is not as good as Wing Chun!"

After hearing Chu Mo's words, Hong Zhennan glared at Zheng Weiji fiercely, feeling a little disappointed.

"Let's take action, I want to see what you have learned this year!"

"Then master, you have to be careful!"

"Hmph, take me a punch!"

Hong Zhennan snorted coldly, lifted his breath and jumped up, slashed his long legs horizontally, and fists straight into the middle, like a tiger going down the mountain, fierce and violent.

Chu Mo was naturally familiar with Hongquan's moves and styles. His body deflected rapidly, and at the same time he advanced to Hong Zhennan, intending to attack him closely.

"Bang bang bang!"

Hong Zhennan is old, how could he not understand Chu Mo's tricks and avoid his body flexibly. At the same time, he used a move from the black tiger to take Chu Mo's middle way.

Chu Mo leaned down and kicked his long legs diagonally. Hong Zhennan blocked his arms. Chu Mo leaped up with force, slashed Huashan with one move, swept straight towards Hong Zhennan's chest.

Hong Zhennan poured all his strength into his right arm, and his iron fist attacked violently, hitting Chu Mo's right foot, and the two retreated with one blow.

"Come again, look at the master of the tiger and crane double-shaped fist!"

"Master, I also try this disciple's trick of the word "Sun"!

"Bang bang bang!"

The two fought again, and the long fist attacked like lightning, like a Tai Chi, extremely fast, constantly blocking each other's fists.

Chu Mo kept using his moves in Wing Chun to fight back with his hands, searching for bridges, and indicators.

In a moment, the two had fought more than a hundred moves, and Hong Zhennan gradually couldn't stand it. After all, he was old and weak, and he was no longer as brave as he used to be.

Chu Mo naturally would not press too much. After one move, his body jumped up and withdrew from the battlefield with Hong Zhennan's fist power.

"Master, what do you think of Wing Chun Fist?"

"Master, medicine!"

Hong Zhennan was already sweating profusely at this time. At this time, Zheng Weiji came over with a bowl of medicine. Hong Zhennan picked up the bowl and drank it all in one go.

After a long time, Hong Zhennan said: "Wing Chun Fist is both strong and soft, and the attack and defense are integrated. Wing Chun Fist is indeed unique, but it is still not as strong as my Hong Fist!"

Chu Mo didn't reply after hearing this. This was just Hong Zhennan was trying to save face, so he naturally wouldn't tell it.

In his opinion, Hongquan and Wing Chunquan are at most equal, and it mainly depends on the people who are studying.

"Tell me, what's wrong with coming to the martial arts hall this time?"

"Master, there is nothing big. It's just that the second junior brother lost the battle with Huang Liang and detained Huang Liang and offended Master Ye. I want him to apologize to Master Ye!"

When Hong Zhennan heard this, his face turned dark, his eyes glared at Chu Mo, and his tone was a little cold and hard: "Let Wei Ji apologize to Ip Man? Do you want my disciple Hong Zhennan to apologize to a Yemen Ye Sect's boxing scholar?"

Seeing Hong Zhennan so angry, Chu Mo was also silent and spoke for a long time.

"Master, do you remember? When you were a child, you taught me to be authentic in martial arts, be honest in your behavior, and be honest in your heart. Weiji detained others because he couldn't afford to lose. This is not something that an upright person can do?"

When Hong Zhennan heard this, his brows became even tighter, his face became darker and darker, and his eyes were staring at Chu Mo's eyes.

"Master, please handle this matter impartially!"

Chu Mo was not afraid and looked directly at Hong Zhennan. After saying that, Chu Mo knelt on the ground. Chu Mo knew that Hong Zhennan was not a villain and could tell the difference between right and wrong.

"Huh... OK, Wei Ji did not do brightly this time, but Ip Man ignored the rules of the Hong Kong Martial Arts Festival and opened a martial arts school without authorization. As long as Ip Man can hold on for a stick of incense under his master, then Wei Ji will apologize..."

Hong Zhennan was already a huge concession for saying this, so Chu Mo naturally would not uncover this fig leaf;

After all, Hong Zhennan is also a well-known figure in the Hong Kong martial arts world. His disciple apologized to a "nameless person", which really hurt his face.

"The master is indeed upright and I admire you!"

Chu Mo chuckled and naturally flattered Hong Zhennan at the right time to break the embarrassment.

"Baby, come and flatter me. Don't go back tonight. Stay here to have a meal with me. We have not talked to you for a long time!"

After all, he was his true disciple. Hong Zhennan's face was a little slow, he laughed and cursed, and spoke up to keep Chumo for dinner.

"Haha, I haven't tasted the master's craftsmanship for a long time!"

......

At the dinner table, the master and apprentice were also very happy. While eating, they talked about some boxing problems, solving some problems encountered by Chu Mo.

"Amo, what kind of Western boxing competition will be held in two days? If you have time, go and check out the boxing skills of the ghost. This may be of some help to you!"

At this time, Hong Zhennan suddenly spoke up about Western boxing competitions. He also knew that Chu Mo secretly learned hundreds of schools of thought in order to enhance his martial arts cultivation.

"Oh, is it a Western boxing match? I'll go and watch it when I have time!"

When Chu Mo heard this, he was delighted and the side mission was about to begin.

"By the way, tomorrow, Ip Man will come to challenge him. You can go and have a look with your teacher."

Chu Mo naturally understood what Hong Zhennan meant. This was Hong Zhennan who wanted to tell Ye Wen that Chu Mo was a disciple of the Hong Sect.

The next day, masters from various sects of Hong Kong martial arts circle gathered together in Hongquan Martial Arts Hall, waiting for Ip Man to arrive, and Chu Mo and other brothers stood behind Hong Zhennan.

In the center of the martial arts hall, there is a large round table, and under the round table are benches that are placed upside down.

The martial arts masters whispered to each other, discussing Ip Man.

"I've hit such a ring dozens of times before, but it's not a bench below, it's all knives!"

"Ip Man...have you heard of it?"

"You will know that there is no chance to listen to this name... I haven't heard of it."

"Who can compare with you, Master Luo?"

"Let each other, Master Zheng."

"Can you get up later?"

"You want to go, I will go too!"

......

After a while, Ip Man, wearing a black shirt, walked in through the outer door with his head held high, with a calm expression and indifferent appearance.

After Ip Man walked in, he looked at Hong Zhennan who was sitting in the center. Hong Zhennan also put down the teacup in his hand and spoke loudly.

"Dear masters, this is Ip Man. He wants to start a sect in Hong Kong, so he can make friends with martial arts here and accept everyone's challenges..."

Then, Hong Zhennan pointed to the large round table in the center and pointed at Ip Man and spoke.

"Ip Man, you surrender and lose, you fall outside the table and lose. After burning a stick of incense, if you are still standing on the table, then I will call you Master Ye!"

Ip Man looked around, took off his black shirt outside, strided his head up around the stool, and walked towards the table in the center.

"No way? Just walk up like that? Isn't that a good thing!"

Master Luo, who was leaning against the chair, looked surprised, and then glanced at Ip Man with disdain.

"Dear masters, I am in the lower Ip Man, the Wing Chun School in Foshan, and I am a teacher from Chen Huashun. Please give me some advice."

Ip Man jumped onto the table, looked around, bowed his hand to everyone present, and spoke loudly.

Hong Zhennan raised his hand, looked at the masters outside the field, and shouted loudly: "Who does the master want to go up and play with it?"

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and finally everyone looked at the person who blinked and despised Ip Man the most.

"Master Luo, can't you go?"

"See if anyone is on the way first!"

"Master Luo, come on..."

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Chapter completed!