Stroll in Movie Worlds Chapter 203: Arrogant tornado

Because the British colonial government considered the Western Boxing Tournament to alleviate the contradiction between China and Britain, and let the people of Hong Kong understand the power of British boxing, the British colonial government also paid some attention to this competition. He was given responsibility to David Morkov of the Kowloon Superintendent, and this foreign devil named David was not only greedy and lustful, but also despised the Chinese. They all secretly gave him a nickname behind Fatso: Ghost head!

After getting the order of the Chief Superintendent of Hong Kong, in order to make this boxing match beautiful, Guitou not only expropriated the entire first floor of Minghua Building in Dundas Street, Kowloon as the venue for the Western Boxing Competition, but also let the entire Hong Quan More than 200 disciples from the martial arts gym came to volunteer for free, and the whole ring of the boxing match was arranged very spacious and beautiful.

Ye Xuan and Ip Man brought a dozen apprentices to the boxing hall early and looked at the seat number specified on the ticket, and a dozen people sat down safely.

As soon as they sat down, people came in one after another outside the door. Some of these people were Chinese in commoners, and some were foreigners in gorgeous suits. These people talked and laughed. With the ticket number in his hand, he found his seat and sat down.

dōng dōng dōng! qiāng qiāng qiāng! －－－

The lights on the ring were turned on, and the whole ring was illuminated clearly and clearly. A burst of drum beats sounded. Then a group of Hong Quan disciples in black Hong Quan martial arts gym clothes walked onto the ring and set up a formation. One type of rehearsal from Hong Quan's moves.

"Master Ye!" While these people were watching the performance on the ring, Hung Chun-nam came over.

"Master Hong! Master Hong!" Ye Xuan and Ip Man stood up at the same time, clasping their fists, and Ip Man politely said: "Thank you, Master Hong for those tickets, so we can have a long experience."

"You are welcome, you are welcome." Upon hearing Ip Man's kind words, Hung Chun-nam smiled and waved. Then he said: "In a while, all sects will send people up to perform martial arts. You ask your apprentices to prepare and show up together later. It will also give you more popularity in the martial arts hall."

"Thank you!" Ip Man clasped his fists gratefully, now their martial arts gym has just opened. There is no network in Hong Kong, and not many people know about it, let alone apprenticeship to learn art. With the phrase Hung Chun-nam, their martial arts can also be promoted.

Hung Chun-nam also had other martial arts masters who wanted to greet them, and no longer polite with them, nodded at them, and turned around to greet others.

Looking at the back of Hung Chun-nam leaving. Ye Xuan frowned. If there were no accidents, Hung Chun-nam would be beaten to death in the ring because of a match with British boxing champion Milo Taylor. Should he be rescued?

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As Hung Chun-nam greeted the masters of various martial arts in Hong Kong, in another row of slightly higher ground, two British men were sitting on the lying children, looking at the Hongquan disciples who were performing martial arts on the ring. A flash of expression.

One of these two people is the ghost in charge of this event, and the other is Charles, the director of the British Boxing Council.

At this time, one is tall and strong. Wearing only a boxer on the lower body, a white boxing robe walked in from the side door, patted the shoulder of the ghost head and said: "Hi! Buddy!"

"Hello. Taylor!" Seeing the boxing king coming, Guitou and Charles both stood up and stretched out their hands to shook hands with him happily.

"Before the game, we prepared a show for you!" Guitou shook hands with Taylor, and asked him to sit down and point to the martial arts show on the ring.

"Thank you!" Taylor thanked him, sat down, looked at the disciples of Hongquan Gym who were performing Hongquan on the ring, tilted his head, and asked inexplicably, "What is this? British pantomime. Why are they shouting while dancing?"

"..." Hearing Taylor's words, Guitou shook his head. Watching the performance on the ring, a mocking smile evoked, "Taylor. That's not British pantomime, it's Chinese martial arts. They believe that clamor will fill them with Strength!"

"Ho!" Taylor sneered at the corner of his mouth, then said to Guitou and Charles: "Really? Then I'll give them a reason to scream, okay?"

"Go!" Charles smiled and nodded.

"Haha Ha!!!--" Guitou laughed maliciously from the side.

Everyone nodded their heads when they saw that this contest was held. Taylor tickled his mouth, got up from his chair, and walked up to the ring.

Tayla came to the ring and looked at the disciple Hong Quan who was waving his hands and feet, a look of contempt flashed across his face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that the tornado is eager to try!" Seeing the tornado on stage, the host first spoke in English and then said in Chinese: "The champion seems to be very interested in Chinese martial arts!"

While Taylor was looking at the performance of Hong Quan's disciples, it was like watching a monkey juggling. Hong Quan disciples finally finished a set of fist technique and thanked the audience.

"Very good!" Taylor looked at the applauding audience, walked over to look at Zheng Weiji, who was standing in the front leading the disciples, and said in English: "Hit me!"

"Huh?" Zheng Weiji could not understand English, so he looked at Taylor in confusion.

"Punch me!" Seeing that Zheng Weiji couldn't understand, Taylor held his fist and compared it, then printed it on his chest and said again.

This time, although Zheng Weiji did not understand, he already understood what Taylor meant, but he thought the ghost was coming up to perform. Suddenly he flexed his legs and punched straight, but he didn't hit it. Taylor.

The audience below didn't realize that Taylor was a bad visitor. They thought he wanted to perform with Zheng Weiji, and applause suddenly rang out from below. Only Ye Xuan sat quietly, watching Taylor's eyes gleaming with coldness.

"Hit me!" Seeing that Zheng Weiji's fist only stayed in front of his chest, Taylor was very dissatisfied, and despised the Chinese Kung Fu Hustle even more, holding the fist staying in front of his chest toward his own stone-like fist. After a few hits on the chest muscles, he shouted again~IndoMTL.com~ At this point, if Zheng Weiji still doesn't understand Tyler's meaning, then he is really a dog at his age. The ghost in front of him is obviously here. Looking for the fault, Zheng Weiji squeezed his fists tightly as he looked at Taylor's contemptuous expression, and suddenly slammed his fist toward Taylor's chest.

Boom!

Like a punch against a wall of flesh, there was no change in Taylor's face in front of him, and he seemed to take Zheng Weiji's punch easily.

"Awesome! Cool!" Seeing that the boxing champion of his country was motionless, he took a punch from the Chinese man, and the British on the table immediately gave his own boxing champion with lively applause.

Feeling like itchy strength on his chest, Taylor grabbed Zheng Weiji's fist and mocked: "Use a little bit of strength, come on!"

"Haha Ha!---" The British in the audience let out a harsh laugh when they saw that their country's boxing champion seemed to be molesting the Chinese boxer.

"Come on, come on..." Hearing the laughter from the audience, Taylor seemed to have heard the voice shouting for him, and shouted more arrogantly. (To be continued)()