Martial arts competition is a process of fighting, but also a process of adaptation. No matter how good your boxing skills are, there are routines. 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 the move Hidden Flowers in the Leaf to attack Lin Yue's front door. He also reserved a backhand through combat experience. He didn't know when he handed out his fist. There was a flash of a figure over there, and the teacher's

The face appears in side orientation.

Even if you are dodging in Wing Chun, your steps must be steady. You can't be as agile or weird as you were just now.

The question mark was just formed in his mind, and before he could react, he was met with a jab that was as fast as lightning. There was nothing fancy about it, it was simple, straightforward and powerful.

Jinshan Xun was caught off guard. He was punched on the left side. He threw his head back and took three big steps back. He touched the place where he was hit 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, returned to the two-word clamp Yangma, repositioned his hand, and looked for a move towards Jinshan: "What I hit is Wing Chun."

Jin Shanxun suffered a dull loss, roared and attacked again. After three punches and two kicks, Lin Yue slid to the left and delivered another jab. This time, his opponent followed suit and moved both hands in front of Ichigo, but he did not expect to stab him.

The punch is a feint, and the killer punch is the uppercut.

The knuckles hit his jaw hard, his lips trembled into a ball, saliva spattered, and his facial muscles twisted. He fell straight down. He was beaten so hard that he couldn't get up for a long time.

Jin Shanxun shook his head, feeling dizzy, so dizzy, there were 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. The martial arts disciples who had been ridiculed by Jinshan's group in the morning felt like they had taken a bath in the dog days of summer. They were refreshed and very happy.

How could he do this? It's so unruly.

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

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

In fact, he can defeat Jin Shanzhen with Wing Chun alone, but just like the battle between Ip Man and Jin Shanzhen in the movie, it will take a lot of effort. Let's talk about a thousand things, not to mention such underhanded tricks as eye-piercing and kicking in the crotch.

In terms of destructive power alone, Wing Chun is indeed inferior to boxing. This can be seen when Ip Man fights Frankie in "Ip Man III".

Moreover, he did not come to Ip Man's world to learn routines. He planned to integrate Chinese, Western, and Southeast Asian fighting techniques to improve his fighting skills. With his previous fighting ability, he could do it in Hong Kong movies, war movies, and urban dramas.

One is worth ten or even stronger, but God knows if the system will give him a task in the world of medium and high martial arts on a whim, similar to film and television dramas such as "Wind and Cloud" and "Shu Mountain". Without sufficient martial arts foundation, he will never dare to enter.

of.

After taking a few breaths, Jin Shanzhao felt a little clearer. He got up from the ground, punched out without saying anything, and at the same time hooked his foot back and took out the broad-bladed horizontal knife held in his younger brother's hand.

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

Lin Yue punched him and had a head-on confrontation with Jin Shan.

Do you think this move is cool?

Bang.

The two fists collided, and Jinshan's expression suddenly changed. He took a big step back, and his whole arm was shaking.

Cry!

Shuai failed, and the knife fell to the ground.

Damn it, this guy is really a teacher? He was eaten to death by his brute force.

Jinshan Xun flicked his wrist, moved his five fingers, and picked up the broad-bladed horizontal knife that fell on the ground.

Lin Yue did not pick up the long stick Wu Yan handed over. He twitched his hand on his waist, pulled off the belt, held one end and wrapped it half a circle on the back of his hand.

Oh!

Find a knife to chop down Jinshan.

Lin Yue turned his head and dodged, swung his hand forward, and slapped the opponent's eye socket with the flexible belt.

Jinshan groaned miserably and quickly withdrew from the battle group. He dipped the back of his hand into his right eye and took it off to see how much blood had been added.

"Well, it's symmetrical now." Lin Yue stretched out his belt and seemed to like this weapon.

"Look at the knife!"

Jinshan was angry, and he used his remaining strength to slash and chop hard, his sword piercing the air with a whining sound.

Lin Yue remained unmoved, using both the horse step and the sliding step, and occasionally a bit of Muay Thai's Sangong step, which made it difficult for Jinshan Zhao to adapt and made frequent mistakes.

Snap!

Got a belt on my butt.

Snap!

There were red spots on my forehead.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

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

…

After three moves, Lin Yue leaned forward to allow the long knife to be stabbed. He picked up and twisted the belt in his hand, hooked Jinshan's ankles with his toes and pushed forward.

Plop, this guy fell down and lay on the ground unable to move.

Lin Yue stepped on his butt with his foot: "How about it? Do you admit defeat or not?"

Jinshan pressed his face against the cold floor and tried his best to glance back, but no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't see anyone.

"Still not convinced?" Lin Yue twisted his arm hard, slapped his fist with his palm, and the broad-blade horizontal knife flew out with a whoosh, and was nailed to a round wooden stake hanging at a height on the west wall.

I can't fight with my fists, I can't fight with my feet, and a knife can't be used by someone else's belt. Now that Lin twists his arms and legs and steps on his butt, the knife has changed hands. If he keeps talking harshly, he can't afford to lose.

Jin Shanxun turned his head, faced the floor and said, "I give up..."

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

Wow~

More intense applause sounded outside.

Some shouted: "Well done."

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 held up his hands: "I just did what I could."

Master Liao said: "Humility, too modest. If it weren't for you, our Wuguan Street would have lost all face."

There was a sound of praise outside.

Lin Yue looked at Liao Rihui with joy, thinking that this guy was really not a good guy. Last time he dug a big hole for Jingwu Hui to dance in, and this time he helped him praise him, taking this opportunity to reverse the Foshan people's attitude towards him.

prejudice.

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

Wu Chi Lin still remembered the bets placed before the competition between the two sides. Seeing Jin Shanxun, who had been beaten until his eyes were black and blue, he got up and said with a look of gloating: "Let's become my disciple."

People outside also started cheering: "Apprentice, apprentice, apprentice..."

Jinshan and his four followers were very embarrassed.

Li Zhao walked up to a few people and said, "Don't you northern boxers always pride themselves on being generous and trustworthy? What? You won't admit your defeat?"

When walking in the world, the first rule is discipline, the second is martial arts, and the third is reputation or face. Should Kung Fu be put aside? If they don't admit it today, they will be a disgrace to martial arts people in the future. Let alone opening a martial arts school, it will be difficult to even gain a foothold in the world.

With his expression changing several times, Jinshan knelt down on one knee, bowed his head and cupped his hands, and shouted: "Master."

The four followers behind him took a look, and although they were unhappy, they still half-knelt on the ground and called Lin Yue "Master" in the same way.

There was a burst of laughter outside, and someone asked Jinshan to find Lin Yuefeng apprenticeship tea, which made the guy frown and look fierce. Although his face was swollen and his eyes were blue, he looked quite funny.

Lin Yue didn't pay attention to the shouting outside, and went to Jinshan to find a few people and said: "There is a bruise medicine left by the previous tenant upstairs. It should be effective for the injuries on your face."

Jinshan was stunned for a moment before turning around. Knowing that the master was giving him the steps, he quickly got up from the ground, turned around and got into the back hall with his four followers, and climbed up the stairs to the second floor.

Lin Yue, Master Liao and others greeted them politely for a while before seeing them off. The onlookers outside also slowly dispersed with satisfaction. Endeavor Hall returned to calm, and soon the sound of children reading loudly could be heard.

…

Lin Yue seemed to have done something trivial. What he did yesterday, what will he do today? At most, he would add a few more bowls and a few pairs of chopsticks for cooking at night. Don’t look at Jinshan’s search for multiple martial arts schools during the day. He was so arrogant that in fact

I didn't have many coins in my upper pocket, otherwise I wouldn't have left my hometown and headed south to Guangzhou.

On the other side, in just one afternoon, half of East Street knew about Lin Yueqing's search for Jinshan. Many people gave a thumbs up when talking about him, saying that he had given Foshan people a sigh of relief, and there were also people who came from the north to make a living.

He argued that he was from HK and had nothing to do with Foshan. After that, he said, "He is not from Foshan, but his master is from Foshan, and the boxing skills he used came from Foshan." I was speechless. I admire the people from Foshan very much.

The foundation of touching porcelain.

The next day, early morning.

Dark clouds cover the moon, and everything is silent.

There are a few more thick figures in the courtyard behind Endeavor Hall.

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

"If I don't do this, can you tell me what to do?"
Chapter completed!