"Hurry up, slow down." The two tattooed men were a little impatient and knocked on the table to urge.

The noodle restaurant owner had a bitter face, holding a few thousand dollars in his hand, and walked out from behind the counter. Jin Suiyuan stopped him: "Uncle, don't listen to them. This group of people is clearly here to make trouble. This is all your hard-earned money. How can I give it to them? Otherwise, we call the police, and the police will definitely help you."

"Call the police?" The owner of the noodle restaurant shook his head and sighed: "My little master, you are kind, uncle knows, but if you want to call the police, I will not be able to continue my business in the future."

"Can't continue?" Jin Suiyuan was ignorant of the world and could not understand his words.

"Forget it, don't worry about this matter. Just think it's a loss of money and avoid disaster!" The owner of the noodle restaurant smiled bitterly. When encountering such a little gangster, even if the police come to arrest people, they will only be closed for a few days. Once released, they will not go directly to smash the store.

Needless to say, you know which one is lighter or the other is heavy.

It’s not easy for people to live!

Seeing that Jin Suiyuan couldn't help but feel very upset. The brothers and uncles on the mountain got along well and even had few quarrels. Today, they encountered such unfair things as soon as they got off the mountain. The uncle could tolerate it, but he couldn't.

"You are too bullying." Jin Suiyuan rushed to the two of them and her eyes widened.

"Little bald donkey, just eat your noodles. I'm in charge of other people's business, are you looking for death?" The tattooed man also sneered when he saw that he was a little monk, rolled up his sleeves and looked fierce.

"What did you say?" Jin Suiyuan's face turned red with anger when she heard this.

"Don't do it, don't do it..." The owner of the noodle restaurant saw that the little monk was about to stand up for him, and was afraid that something would happen, so he quickly pulled him away and gave the two men a smile: "Two gentlemen, for my sake, don't be as knowledge as the little master."

"This is like a human word." The tattooed man sneered, hooked his fingers, and the noodle restaurant owner struggled for a while, but he still obediently handed over the money. The man stretched out his hand and was about to take it over, but was stopped by Jin Suiyuan: "You can't take this money away!"

"Damn, you little bald donkey is a little bit arrogant. You dare to ruin my good things. It seems that if you don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know it hurts!" The tattooed man couldn't help but angrily when he saw this monk making trouble.

"Hmph, there's so much nonsense, come up if you dare!" Jin Suiyuan fought against each other, without any fear.

"court death!"

The tattooed man was despised by a monk of seventeen or eighteen years old, and was angry and embarrassed. He raised his hand and slapped Jin Suiyuan.

But before his hand touched Jin Suiyuan, he was caught on his wrist. He saw Jin Suiyuan pressing against the tiger's mouth and twisting slightly in the opposite direction. The tattooed man was distorted into a trickle, which made him so painful that he kept silent: "Damn bald donkey, let me go! My hand is going to be ruined!"

This scene made the guests sitting at the back table eating noodles open their eyes wide, and they all looked at Jin Suiyuan incredibly. They never thought that this young monk could have subdued a burly man so easily.

How much force does it take to twist a person into a twist with one hand?

"Hmph, do you dare to shout?" Jin Suiyuan grabbed his wrist, and looked like that. As long as he said the word "Da" would break his right hand.

"I dare not, don't dare, let me go!" The tattooed man was sweating in pain, and he didn't dare to touch the little monk's bad head.

"That's just like that." Jin Suiyuan was a honest person. When he heard that he gave in, he believed in his heart, so he let go of his hand.

But as soon as the tattooed man broke free, he immediately changed his face and took advantage of Jin Suiyuan's inattention and kicked him hard in the stomach.

"careful!"

When everyone saw this person attacking, they also screamed.

Jin Suiyuan sneered, and dodged with a quick step, his palm was like a steel knife, as fast as lightning, slashing on the left leg of the man.

"Ah!" The tattooed man screamed in pain, fell to the ground, and rolled desperately with his legs in his arms.

"Ade?" Another big man was surprised. He and Ade grew up together and had been on this street for a long time. Although they had no means, there was absolutely no problem with two people alone. But now, Ade was defeated by the monk as soon as he met.

Who is this monk?

"Are you going to come?" Jin Suiyuan stared at him, her eyes filled with wildness like a lion.

The big man felt a little scared when he was staring at this look, swallowed his saliva, and made a gesture. He looked at the monk and suddenly punched him. The punch was about to hit an ordinary person, and he would not hit the concussion, but also to bleed.

Jin Suiyuan had no intention of hiding, so she stood there and asked him to smash it. Everyone was stunned. Is this little monk's brain short-circuited?

The primary school student carrying a schoolbag couldn't bear to look directly and quickly covered his eyes. But unexpectedly, when the punch hit, Jin Suiyuan still remained as if it was not a fist, but a ball of cotton that hit the head.

"Your head...your head..." The man's face became distorted, his fists were numb, and he was so stunned that he couldn't say a whole thing.

"What's wrong with the head?" Jin Suiyuan smiled.

"Head...he head is huge iron!" The big man jumped out three words, screamed immediately, and rolled on the ground with his fist.

"Is that right? I forgot to tell you, little monk, I have practiced the iron-headed qigong." Jin Suiyuan was so happy.

He was born in Shaolin and has been practicing on Songshan since he was a child. He has traces of waterfalls, torrents and strong winds everywhere. His muscles and bones are constantly increasing their toughness and hardness in their practice. If an ordinary person's bone is a brick, then his bones are a piece of black iron.

As the saying goes, "Practice your breath inside and practice muscles, bones and skin outside." Most martial arts practitioners have cultivated a body of copper and iron bones, but few people practice this head. It does not mean that no one knows this method, but that even if they know the method, it is not easy to practice the brain.

In order to practice this "iron-head skill", Jin Suiyuan suffered a lot. Now his head is not only heavy, but also has the most iron. The most iron is heavy. It can be mined and fished in the sea. It can be said to be an amphibious weapon.

"Can you still collect this money?"

"I won't accept it anymore, I won't accept it even if I beat it to death!"

One of them was injured in his legs and the other had his hands injured, and he had become a "disabled person". He did not have any previous arrogance. When he saw Jin Suiyuan ask questions, his head was shaking faster than a rattle.

"It's great that you can improve your mistakes. Will you know how to be a good person in the future?" Seeing that the two of them were willing to repent, Jin Suiyuan also showed off her words and said, "I'll tell you."

"Little Bud..." As soon as the two big men spoke, they immediately realized something was wrong and quickly changed their words: "What the little master said is that we must change our minds and be good people."

"Let's go!" Jin Suiyuan said.

"Let's go!" The man was as if he had been pardoned, as if he had walked from the gate of hell, and now he had returned the sun, and he wished he could leave this ghost place immediately.

"Wait, the noodle money has not been paid yet?" Jin Suiyuan suddenly thought of something and asked the noodle restaurant owner: "Uncle, how much is their noodle money?"

The owner of the noodle restaurant was still shocked and was stunned for a while before he realized, saying, "Twenty-five."

"Did you hear it, twenty-five." Jin Suiyuan told the two great men.

The tattooed man was panicked, touched his hands in his pockets, took out a fifty yuan bill, and respectfully handed it to Jin Suiyuan.

"You have done unethical things, and the remaining twenty-five are considered as compensation. Do you have no objection?" Jin Suiyuan took the money.

"No, absolutely not."

The two big men smiled bitterly, what's the matter? They were going to blackmail, but they lost 25 yuan.

But this person is in trouble and even drinking water will cause teeth to be stuffed.
Chapter completed!