At this moment, above the sky of this world.

There are tens of thousands of flights flying above the clouds.

Millions of people rushed to Hawaii at the same time.

It officially started, three days, three days. People with ambition around the world, who are joining in the fun, or want to find a bargain, or even doing small businesses are all above the blue sky.

At this time, in a flight with an altitude of 8,000 meters.

All the young people sitting in the first class were uniformly wearing white short-sleeved and white trousers. Behind each person there were two big traditional characters.

——Yongchun.

Two hours after the plane flew, a middle-aged man in the lead suddenly stood up and stood in the aisle, shouting:

"My great-grandson made a name for himself in the United States. My uncle Bruce Lee was invincible in the world. Today, we should be the one!"

All the young people were excited: "Yes, Master Ye!"

The middle-aged man shouted: "The first level is boarding the boat, the second level is swimming, and the third level can only fight foreigners. I am very angry, why doesn't the Fusu Group let me fight foreigners directly?"

"Yes, Master Ye, it's obviously a waste of time. We just went to fight foreigners, why don't we fight foreigners!"

"I can beat two foreigners alone!"

‘I can beat ten foreigners!’

"Hey, the senior brother failed the match with the boxer some time ago, and I felt very uncomfortable. He went out to challenge foreign boxing without learning the kung fu, which made us famous. This time we will fight back."

"In fact, foreign boxing is also worthy of."

“…”

On the plane, other passengers looked at them expressionlessly. Some showed impatience, some were interested, and some were provocative in their eyes.

There are no ordinary people in this plane.

Almost everyone carries real cold weapons. On this plane, 80% of the passengers are black households without ID cards.

No one spoke, they looked at their declaration ahead with all kinds of eyes.

Fighting foreigners, two foreigners, ten foreigners... Fighting foreigners have become units.

Some of the passengers also had a confused look in their eyes. They kept asking the passengers sitting next to them:

"Who are foreigners? I'm so confused. Why do they all fight against foreigners?"

A woman next to her who was playing with a butterfly knife outside the window heard this and glanced at the old man. When she saw that the old man's body was drooping, extremely old. But her eyes were deep like a deep pool, with a bright look in it. The woman dared not be negligent and said with a smile:

"Old sir, this is based on a movie..."

Then, the woman told him some things about the history of Xiangjiang martial arts movies. The old man kept shaking his head when he heard it.

"oh."

The old man nodded, then sat down and fell asleep in an instant.

At this time, a flight attendant walked over with a smile and said softly: "Sir, please return to your seat and don't make noise, as it will affect the rest of other passengers."

Master Ye glared at him: "We are about to fight for the country and mobilize before the war."

"Sir, I know you are a patriot, but please sit back to your seat..."

"I, Ding Lei, have you heard clearly what our Master Ye?"

The flight attendant took a step back and laughed forcefully: "I understand your feelings very much, and I wish you good luck in this competition, but we have other passengers..."

A disciple said impatiently: "What passengers are you? Find out, they are just passengers. And we really will go to the ring to beat people."

"I'm so arrogant. I haven't heard of any sect before. Why are you quarrels? Isn't it okay to mobilize before the war when I get to the place?"

With a harsh sound like steel tearing it out.

But I saw a young man with messy hair and a hideous scar on his face walked out of his seat.

He limped a little while walking, but when he looked closely, his legs were different in length.

He looked at them with some boredom and said, "Miss, please give me a bottle of water."

"Okay sir now."

The flight attendant was like a general amnesty and hurriedly left on the stairs and stopped talking to them.

Master Ye’s disciple was furious, glanced at the young man, and cursed:

"Fuck my mother, what's your origin? How dare you sweep the face of our Master Ye? What's your name!"

The young man didn't want to say much to them: "It's no origin. My name is Feng Yuxiu, you will know me in the future."

"A strange name, what you meant just now is to provoke our Yongchun?"

"What are you going to provoke? I haven't heard of it."

"What? It's outrageous. Don't you know Yongchun?"

Feng Yu Xiuzhen was confused: "What Yongchun?"

"Wow!"

The disciple looked at Feng Yuxiu like he was looking at an alien: "He hasn't heard of Yongchun? Someone in this world doesn't know Yongchun? Dead lame, Ip Man, have you seen it?"

"ah?"

"You always know Bruce Lee!"

Feng Yuxiu: "..."

He was abducted by human traffickers since childhood, and was then taken to practice martial arts by his master. He only knew some things about the martial arts world and knew nothing about the outside world. Ip Man didn't know, and he had never heard of Bruce Lee.

Because strictly speaking, both are not considered to be people in the martial arts world. (I am afraid of squirting, so I will explain it here.)

Ip Man is a star martial artist who opened a martial arts club in Xiangjiang in the last century. If all the "mystery veils" are eliminated, it is actually equivalent to a famous club in some popular industries today. However, at that time, martial arts was popular in Xiangjiang.

Strictly speaking, Bruce Lee should actually be classified as a star.

The martial arts world, unlike them, refers to the masters, knights, bandits, and outlaws on the north and south sides of the Yangtze River Basin in the mainland. They do not refer to those sects. Similar to the current saying - single-handedly taking advantage of the odds.

There are sects and sects. The martial arts practice in sects should be a priority. After all, there are families and young people. If you accidentally kill someone, then you will kill you tomorrow and kill your child.

The concepts of Jianghu and martial arts are completely different. In that era, the martial artists who ran around the world had to learn real kung fu and could kill people, because most of them had dozens of lives in their hands, and they were fighting alone, killing people and licking blood from the knife. They were often chased and killed, so they had to learn a skill for survival. If they wanted to survive, they had to hide their whereabouts and had to hide their names.

Therefore, most of them are alone and dare not have family members, otherwise they will be easily seeking revenge. This is also destined that outsiders cannot see the people in the martial arts world, and they never see the head but the tail. What they did was not a glorious thing, but just beautified by the outside world. However, because of their special environment and special identities, people in the martial arts world would not become disciples of any sect, nor would they only learn one boxing technique.

They want to save their lives and kill people. They can learn light skills, and sometimes they even learn to open doors and pick locks. This is called having more skills and not suppressing one's body.

The outside world thinks that people and warriors only practice one kind of boxing. But this is not the case. If you want to live longer, you have to study how to kill people all day long and how to become stronger all day long. It’s just that you never refuse to learn anything that is great.

The martial arts world in the martial arts world is essentially different from the so-called sects.

The sect hopes to become famous, the better it is.

But warriors hope to be not famous, the lower the key, the better.

In general, in the Wingchun, Shaolin Wudang, Emei, Wingchun, Shaolin, are all called sects. They should be divided into secular worlds. Because the people who deal with them are actually ordinary people.

People like Feng Yuxiu or Tang Yin are from martial arts world and should be divided into hidden worlds.

Ji Jiqi, who is one level higher, is even more mysterious than the martial arts world. They are divided into - land gods.

And Zhou Xianfu's kind is different from them. He is a cultivator.

This is the messy current world...

Feng Yuxiu frowned and looked at them, was silent for a long time, shook his head and said:

"I haven't heard of it."

The disciple laughed: "Then I will let you hear and hear..."

Feng Yuxiu saw him twisting his neck and clenching his fists there, and shook his head: "You can't."

"I'll fuck Rem!"

The disciple seemed to be angry, and suddenly rushed forward and smashed his fist into Feng Yuxiu's face.

Feng Yuxiu stood there and didn't move, and his eyes didn't change for a moment, so he stood there and let him punch him.

With a "bang", a fist hit Feng Yuxiu hard in the face.

With a 'crack', the disciple's wrist was twisted at a strange angle.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The disciple retreated in horror, grabbed his wrist with his other hand, looking at his soft and painful right hand, making an extremely harsh scream.

Some people in the back row were in an uproar, but some people were expressionless, as if they were used to everything.

The people in Yongchun were in an uproar.

Everyone exclaimed, and looked at Feng Yuxiu like looking at a monster.

I stood here and punched my face. My face was fine, but my hand was broken?

Feng Yuxiu said lightly: "I said you can't..."
To be continued...