After recording this provocative speech, Xiao Yinjian asked Lin Shaoping to run around with a tape recorder and play it all over the mountain at the highest volume.

For a time, everyone in Shaolin Temple looked sideways, and none of the real Shaolin monks came out, but there were many patriotic and angry young people among ordinary tourists, and they attacked Lin Shaoping desperately.

Usually when surfing the Internet, Lin Shaoping is a little dismissive of those angry young people who can only shout, but these few people who dare to stand up and face the strong in reality, Lin Shaoping has a little respect, and he doesn't fight back at the moment, and he doesn't have Xiao Yinjian's super durability, so he was quickly beaten by those people.

"Grandma, let's go down the mountain to find a hotel first, let's stay and talk, so we have to slowly figure out a way. The two walked out of the Shaolin Temple dejectedly and walked back listlessly.

However, along the way, Xiao Yinjian still turned on the tape recorder loudly, this time he personally carried the machine, anyway, he was not afraid of being beaten. And Lin Shaoping followed from a distance, pretending not to know Xiao Yinjian, after all, the strength of the people is great, and Lin Shaoping has not yet reached Xiao Yinjian's spirit, which is admired by thousands of people.

After being beaten up several times by angry tourists, Xiao Yinjian sighed: "Grandma, I was really stupid in the past, and if I wanted to find a smoke, why bother to make trouble? As long as I carry this thing, record a few bird words like 'Long live the Great Japanese Empire,' and go around the street a few times? ”

"Could it be that Huilun is not from Shaolin, he just casually deceived that stupid boss?" As he walked, even Xiao Yinjian couldn't help but be suspicious.

Just when he was discouraged, a bird song suddenly sounded in front of him. Lin Shaoping only heard a burst of grunts, but Xiao Yinjian could hear it clearly, and the man was shouting in English: "Japanese friends in front, are you also here to challenge Shaolin?"

Things took a turn for the better, Xiao Yinjian was overjoyed, hurriedly greeted him, and also said in English: "Not bad, yes, do you know the way?" Unlike Lin Shaoping, Xiao Yinjian is a top student majoring in English at Dongfang University, and this kind of small language barrier is not difficult for him.

"Don't you know where the real Shaolin Temple is?" the man looked surprised: "You don't even know the location of Shaolin, so you came to challenge?"

After seeing Xiao Yinjian, the man suddenly realized: "I see, no wonder you want to use this thing to play the recording." However, it's useless for you to do this, those shrunken turtles in Shaolin, if you don't come to the door, they won't pay attention to you. ”

"Damn, no wonder I didn't respond after calling for a long time. Xiao Yinjian said angrily.

At this time, the two sides came together face to face. While several people looked at Xiao Lin and the others, Xiao Yinjian also noticed that there were seven people on the other side, all of whom were tall and tall, with tiger backs and bear waists, especially the muscles on their arms, bulging in pieces, which were very scary, and the one in the lead was the guy who spoke out just now, I saw that he had a shaved head and was wearing a snow-white practice uniform, and he knew at a glance that he was not a good class.

"Hahaha, let's join forces to pick Shaolin and give the title of the sick man of East Asia to Chinese again!...... Ahahaha" In the laughter, the bald head stretched out his right hand: "Hello, I'm Clark, from England." ”

"My name is Xiao Yinjian and I'm from China. Xiao Yinjian reached out and shook it with him.

"Chinese?" the seven Britons widened their eyes in unison.

"You're Chinese, aren't you?" hehe!" the bald head smiled strangely, and his hand violently increased his strength.

The grip on the bald hand is not trivial, if Lin Shaoping is replaced, he will suffer a little loss if he is unprepared, but Xiao Yinjian is a freak among freaks, not only does he not have the slightest pain on his face, but he closes his eyes and looks like he is enjoying it.

The bald head strengthened several times, but it had no effect at all, he knew that he had met a strong opponent, so he dispelled the idea of giving the other party a dismount, and wanted to pull his hand out, but under a pull, his right hand did not move at all.

The bald head was a little flustered, and he pumped hard again, but he still didn't move.

At this time, Xiao Yinjian's hand gradually strengthened, and his bald face gradually changed, and the beads of sweat on his forehead seeped out drop by drop.

The victory and defeat were already obvious, and finally someone on the British side couldn't stand it, so they came over and divided their hands, wanting to separate the two, and said at the same time: "It's the first time you two meet, but you don't have to be so polite, right? ”

"Good for you ball!" Xiao Yinjian scolded in his heart: "It's you who ****** want to be yin, not Lao Tzu! Now you want to make a truce when you see that the situation is not good, how can it be so easy? ******, when you want to fight, you send the Eight-Nation Alliance to come over, and when you find that we are strong, you shout Long live peace, do you really think we are fools?"

However, in his mouth, Xiao Yinjian did not have the slightest anger, and said very kindly: "Yes, just be polite, you don't have to hold it all the time, Mr. Clark, please let it go." ”

Clark almost ran out of strength to scold, and said secretly: "If I can let go, why should I continue to suffer this crime?"

"Mr. Xiao, this matter is our fault first, I hereby apologize to you on behalf of Mr. Clark, please let it go. A clever Englishman saw the way and begged for mercy on behalf of the bald head.

"No, no, no, this matter is my fault, I hereby apologize to Mr. Clark on my own behalf and ask him to let go!" Xiao Yinjian's face was sincere.

Fighting through the pain, Clark squeezed a few words out between his teeth: "I was wrong!

Xiao Yinjian hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, no, I was wrong, I'm sorry!"

Clark's big beads of sweat rolled down, and he said in a trembling voice: "I admit defeat, please let it go." ”

"No, no, it's me who loses, I admit defeat!" Xiao Yinjian lowered his head deeply.

Clark was about to cry now, and finally he still had some sense, thought of a key, and quickly said: "It's us who are wrong, we shouldn't insult the Chinese." ”

"It should be, it should be, we should scold. Xiao Yinjian looked deferential.

Seeing that Clark was about to be unable to support it, the group of Britons finally couldn't bear it anymore, and one of them rushed up and punched Xiao Yinjian.

Lin Shaoping looked at it with a smile on the side, without the slightest intention of helping, and Xiao Yinjian was even more motionless to accept this punch, adding another point of strength to his hand.

"Ahh ”

Xiao Yinjian also cried out: "Mr. Clark, I deserve to die, I'm a bastard, the beast is me, you spare me!"

With a few tooth-aching sounds, the bones of Clark's right hand were crushed, and the bald head roared and fainted.