After the conversation was settled, Wang Lun and others did not sit for any longer, and left after a while.
"Sir, do I really want to fight that Japanese?" Yan Zhendong asked in the hall with a confused expression.
"This is the fastest way for you to integrate into the Foshan martial arts world." Jiang Li said in a deep voice, "You have to fight this battle with all your strength. As for the pressure from the Japanese, you don't have to worry. In Foshan, they can't defeat it.
Big waves.”
"Yes." Yan Zhendong felt relieved and agreed.
"There is one more thing I need you to do. Come here." Jiang Li turned his eyes, with a hint of coldness, and said a few words in Yan Zhendong's ear.
"Do this matter neatly and neatly, and don't let others discover it."
"I understand." Yan Zhendong patted his chest and said confidently.
"Okay, you can do your own business. The competition is scheduled for three days later. You can send the battle invitation in person. By then, it depends on you whether Yan Jiaquan can become famous in one battle." Jiang Li nodded and said to
Yan Zhendong said something and walked out.
"Young Master, go slowly." Yan Zhendong sent Jiang Li out of the martial arts gym, clenched his fist and punched the air twice, looking excited.
"Go to Fulinlou." After getting on the carriage, Jiang Li closed his eyes and took a nap.
Helping Yan Zhendong was partly out of pity for his martial arts skills. On the other hand, it was also an experiment done by Jiang Li himself. He wanted to see that he had now twisted the other person's fate to another path.
, will he die an unexpected death like in the movie?
The carriage ticked around for a few streets and stopped under Fulin Downstairs.
“Lotus seed paste bun…”
“Barbecued pork buns…”
On the street in front of the restaurant, small vendors were busy selling their products. The street was crowded with people, making it very lively.
"Okay, Ah Fu, you go back first." Jiang Li waved to Ah Fu and walked into Fulin Building.
"Oh, Mr. Jiang is here." Wu Chilin came up to greet him with a smile on his face.
"Has Feihong arrived?" Jiang Li asked with a smile.
"Master has just arrived, and someone wants to take a picture of him." Wu Chilin said truthfully.
"Okay, go ahead and do your work. I can go up by myself." Jiang Li nodded and walked up to the second floor.
"The foreign woman is going to take pictures."
"That thing is dark and rumbling, it doesn't look like anything unusual."
As he walked upstairs, Jiang Li heard a series of low-pitched discussions. People on the second floor formed a circle and looked inside with their heads raised.
"Bang..." Accompanied by a dull sound, the incandescent light made Jiang Li subconsciously close his eyes.
"Oh, the evil thing is going to suck the soul."
"Run quickly."
"Old Zhao, your bird..."
In an instant, half of the people on the second floor surrounded by a human wall were missing.
"A Li, you're here. Look, who's back?" As soon as the crowd disappeared, Huang Feihong in the crowd saw Jiang Li walking up and said to him excitedly.
Following his finger, a beautiful white figure appeared in Jiang Li's sight.
"Shaoyun, why are you back?" Jiang Li walked over, looking calm.
"You have the nerve to ask me? Why didn't you tell me when you came back? If I had known, I would have come back with you." Mo Shaojun glared at Jiang Li angrily and said dissatisfied.
The person in front of me is none other than the famous Thirteenth Aunt, Mo Shaoyun.
Although she already knew it in her memory, Jiang Li couldn't help but feel amazed when she saw her in person. Her fair skin, big watery eyes, and especially her crisp dress made her extremely conspicuous in the crowd, making people feel...
A sense of freshness.
Aunt Thirteen was also studying in the UK, and she went to the same school as Jiang Li. However, when Jiang Li suddenly learned the news that his parents had been assassinated, he didn't even have time to tell her, so he hurriedly bought the boat ticket and hurriedly bought the ticket.
hurried back.
"Haha, I understand. You came back because you missed someone again, right?" Jiang Li looked at her jokingly, his eyes roving back and forth on Huang Feihong.
"Missing someone, Aunt Thirteen, who do you miss?" Huang Feihong asked confusedly, not knowing why.
"Huh, think of a piece of wood." Mo Shaoyun snorted, hugged his camera, and said angrily.
"Wood? What's so good about wood? Ali, isn't there wood in the UK?" Huang Feihong was confused and didn't know why.
"There is wood, but this wood is not that wood." Jiang Li laughed loudly, patted Huang Feihong on the shoulder and said.
"You two, let's have some fun. I'm going to the theater to take photos for others. See you tonight." Mo Shaojun pouted, rolled his eyes at Huang Feihong, and left holding his camera.
"It's inexplicable. When I go abroad, I always speak in roundabout ways." Huang Feihong looked at her back and shook his head helplessly.
"Forget it, Ali, let's go find Ah Wen. It just so happens that today is our nephew's 100-day banquet. Let's go over and give him a good meal."
"Oh? That's a coincidence. Let's go." Jiang Li didn't expect that today would be Ye Zhun's 100-day banquet. He was probably too busy these days to pay attention to these things.
As the two of them talked, they walked downstairs and walked towards Ye Wen's home.
Like Jiang Li, Ip Man's family is a well-known wealthy family in Foshan. Although it is not as big as the Jiang family, it is second to none in the entire Foshan. Ip Man is famous in Foshan not only for his martial arts, but also for his status as a rich second generation.
It also gave him a lot of points.
However, with the death of Ye Wen's parents and the fact that he was a martial artist and had little interest in running a business, the Ye family's business has gradually declined a lot in recent years.
Fortunately, Zhang Yongcheng is running some business, otherwise, Ip Man would probably have the title of prodigal son on his head.
"With Yongcheng in charge in the past two years, Ah Wen's temperament has changed a lot. Now he doesn't drive the wooden stakes so hard at home. This man really needs to find a woman to take care of him." Huang Feihong sighed.
said.
"Really? What about you? You are already thirty years old this year, and my uncle is so anxious every day." Jiang Li said jokingly.
"Me? Ahem, didn't I find the right one? Okay, okay, let's not talk anymore, let's go quickly." Huang Feihong coughed twice and quickened his pace.
"Haha." Jiang Li shook his head and chuckled, then raised his foot and followed.
"Crackling..."
"Bang bang..."
As the two were walking, they suddenly heard bursts of crackling sounds of fighting coming from in front of them, even mixed with the sounds of iron objects hitting each other.
"No, it's a militia." Huang Feihong raised his head. When he saw the two fighting parties in the distance, his expression suddenly changed and he ran over quickly.
Jiang Li looked up and immediately saw the strong men inside. Some of them were even familiar faces to him. Aren't they the same militiamen who used to run together?
He also knew the other party, it was the Shahe Gang who had been beaten up by Huang Feihong and Ip Man that day.
"Stop." Huang Feihong roared, and landed lightly in the crowd. He grabbed the wrist of a Shahe gang member, used a slight force to throw away the short knife in his hand, and kicked the person in front of him.
on his legs and immediately kicked him to the ground.
"People from the militia, stop it." Huang Feihong's throat rolled, his voice was like thunder, and the loud voice echoed back and forth throughout the street.
"Master, master..." Seeing Huang Feihong's figure, the people in the militia shrank their necks subconsciously, and stopped moving their hands for a moment.
As the head coach of the militia, Huang Feihong has gained increasing authority. In addition, he is quite strict, so everyone in the militia is not afraid of him.
Of course, this kind of fear is based on respect. Liu Yongfu was sent to Annan by the imperial court. He was beyond his reach. These militia groups were supported by Huang Feihong alone. He paid for them to eat from his own pocket so that they would not starve to death.
Therefore, when they saw Huang Feihong's figure, the people in the vigilante group suddenly became timid and stopped fighting.
"He is helpless, let me die." Suddenly, the scar-faced Hong Ye, the boss of the Shahe Gang, held up a long knife in his hand, with a ferocious look on his face, his eyes full of violence, and faced a vigilante group.
Someone was chopped down?
"No." The surrounding vigilante groups were unable to help, and they screamed with their eyes split open. Even Huang Feihong's face was red and furious, but he was too far away and couldn't be rescued at all.
"Bold." At this time, a majestic voice like a tiger's roar sounded. Just as the Shahe Gang boss's long knife was about to fall, a figure flashed out from the side, and his two feet suddenly turned into afterimages, one after another.
Kicked him.
"Bang bang bang..." Jiang Li's Foshan Shadowless Kick showed its power for the first time.
