There are a large number of people who eat noodles here to watch this gentleman make noodles.

This gentleman is not tall, about one meter six, ordinary Chinese face, a board inch, the table is a long big table, he sprinkled a large bag of flour in a large basin, the basin is very large, at least similar to the ordinary bath tub, there are more than 100 pounds of flour in his hands but it is as light as nothing, the flour is accompanied by his shaking back and forth, spraying evenly, this gentleman seems to be a strange step, after getting all the flour into the basin, he immediately sprinkled with water, and then clenched his hands into fists to knock the flour inside, punch after punch, and finally faster and faster.

Originally, just out of curiosity, Tang Hao was stunned, seeing that the speed of this punch was somewhat similar to the Huo family's secret sect fist twenty-four strangulation technique, similar to the eight throws of the Ding bones, but if you look closely, if you are like Tai Chi, both hands slapped the dough, and the dough actually flew up in the air and hovered in the air like a living thing.

"Okay." The people around immediately shouted loudly and applauded.

Tang Hao took a bite of noodles, and felt that this noodle was indeed different, the fragrance was not very fragrant, but it was very chewy, and when it was bitten into the mouth, it made people feel a little unstoppable, the taste and taste were very mellow, very different from other noodle restaurants, and when he turned his head to see the noodle restaurant signboard on the side, it turned out to be a flag.

"Wu Mian." Two words are embroidered with red thread on the flag, which looks very eye-catching.

At this time, the gentleman had already made the noodles, and turned the huge basin over, and there was no trace of flour inside.

Then the gentleman divided the dough into two huge portions, raised one of the dough upright, and slapped it with one hand, and the dough began to spin like a spinning top.

Seeing the surprised scene in front of them, many people couldn't help but whistle and shout loudly.

A pot had been set up not far away, and Mr. Waba took out a knife that looked a little like a scalpel and placed it next to the selected noodles.

Under the resistance of the knife, the dough not only did not stop, but spun faster, one by one, and the thin noodles like cicada's wings flew into the pot in the distance.

In less than a few minutes, a large lump of dough has been shaved, and in less than a few minutes, these knife-cut noodles are completely ready.

Someone immediately scooped up the noodles inside and handed them to a few guests waiting there.

The people just took a bite and applauded.

Mr. Wamian smiled innocently, and then slapped another dough on the table, and quickly pulled it to the side with both hands, and a long dough had been formed, and then Mr. Wamian slapped the dough faster and faster, and one after another thin strips of noodles appeared in Mr. Wamian's hand.

The thinness of the noodles is beyond people's imagination, if Tang Hao hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe that someone could pull the noodles to such a thin point.

Throw the long noodles into the pot on the side, and the tiny noodles swell up at a rapid rate, like fried dough sticks.

"Oh, yes, juggling here, old man." There was a shadowy figure on the side, Tang Hao turned his head to look, a few gangsters with dyed hair and tattoos on their arms were standing there, led by a guy with dyed red hair.

As if he hadn't heard it, Mr. Waba was still concentrating on the flour in his hand.

"Oh, I'm cāo, old man Huo, it's quite horizontal, Lao Tzu asked people to collect protection money yesterday, your old boy is very horizontal, and you beat my little brother to the hospital."

Hearing that this middle-aged man's surname was Huo, Tang Hao couldn't help but move, no wonder his technique just now was somewhat similar to Huo's fist.

Seeing that Mr. Wamian still ignored him, the red hair immediately became angry, and kicked over the table, spilling the flour on the ground.

Mr. Wamian didn't say anything, squatted down and lifted the table, but the red hair stepped on the table.

"Old man Huo, Lao Tzu sues you, if you don't pay 10,000 yuan today, don't think about opening this store, smash it for me." As soon as the red hair gave an order, those little thugs immediately rushed forward.

"Stop." At this moment, a tall bald head stood up from his position, at least two meters tall, and after drinking noodles, he wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, and sighed with a look of enjoyment.

"Why, bald guy, you think you're tall, you're very good, don't you?"

"Think you have dyed your hair, and you don't even recognize your ancestors?" The bald words immediately made many noodle eaters laugh, everyone was not used to seeing red hair, but no one dared to come out to care, after all, they were all ordinary people, and they were naturally very happy to see someone come out at this time.

"What the fuck are laughing at, who's fucking laughing." The red hair suddenly became angry, and pointed at the people who were eating noodles with their hands, and the people who were originally laughing suddenly lowered their heads, seeing that these people didn't dare to laugh under their own obscenity, the red hair suddenly turned his head, with a smug face, and was just about to speak, a fist as big as a casserole smashed over, and the red hair immediately flew out, slammed into the table on the side, and screamed miserably.

"Fuck that bastard to death." The red hair touched the bloody piece of his back with one hand, and in shock and anger, he pointed at the bald head and roared loudly.

Several of his thugs pulled out their machetes and rushed towards the bald head.

"It's good to come." The bald head laughed loudly, and rushed towards those gangsters, completely brute force play, the first two were hit by the bald head, and immediately like a paper man, the whole flew out more than ten meters away, and fell heavily to the ground.

The blades on the hands of the remaining thugs all flew out on the spot as long as they were hit by the bald heads.

"That's a lot of strength." Tang Hao was secretly frightened, this bald head didn't know any martial arts routines at all, he completely relied on brute force, ordinary people encountered people like bald heads, only wolves bèi and escaped.

Glancing at the gentlemen with a face, I don't know when he was no longer there, Tang Hao couldn't help but be a little disappointed, originally wanted to see if that gentleman was a disciple of the Huo family, but now the Huo family has become more and more mysterious, since the death of Huo Diange, the grandmaster of the Bajiquan generation, the Huo family has almost faded out of the eyes of the world.

The Huo family's well-known Lost Trace Boxing has been lost for a long time, if this Mr. Hemian is really the Huo family, Tang Hao naturally wants to invite him out of the mountain, and carry forward the Chinese martial arts together, today's China is full of foreign devils' martial arts, throughout the country, only Sanda, which is not a martial art, can still hold up the table, and all the others are like flower fists and embroidered legs, saying that the old lady dances ballet is more suitable for those so-called martial artists.

At this time, the bald man had already slammed the last thug to the ground and kicked the thug out of the way with one kick.

"Get out!" The bald head shouted violently, and the few gangsters who were drinking bitterly immediately didn't even dare to let go of a fart, supported each other, and quickly ran away.

Tang Hao put the money on the table, turned around and was about to leave, at this time I don't know if the other party is the Huo family, so it is obviously very inappropriate to invite him, and he turned around. A large group of people came over with machetes and sticks in their hands, led by the red-haired man who had just been helped away.

"Brother Tiger, it's that dead bald head, who has continuously prevented us from collecting protection money, and has injured several of our brothers."

"." The tall and thin man at the head slapped Hongmao's body, kicked him screaming, turned over several times on the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood and lay on the ground without moving, and then turned his head.

"Bald guy, you're the one who bullied me?"

Tang Hao, who was standing there, recognized at a glance that the tall and thin man in front of him was the man named Sloppy who had a conflict with a group of bald heads at KTV.

"It's Lao Tzu, what's the matter." bald with a pure northern accent,

"Oh, I'm cāo, you're a northerner, and you dare to come to the south to play tricks? Give it to me, hack this guy to death first. With a sloppy order, those gangsters rushed up, these people were obviously not comparable to the previous gangsters, and the blade in their hands was not a watermelon knife, but an authentic German mountain knife.

It's a bit similar to the Tang knife, but the German mountain knife is a little semi-arc-shaped, and it also has a bloodletting blood groove, which is the favorite cold weapon of the gangsters in addition to hot weapons.

Dozens of thugs rushed over, but the bald head shouted hello, picked up the stool on the side and rushed up.

Those people who originally had the intention to watch the excitement, saw that these people were not good, they quickly threw down the money, turned around and left, and watched the excitement, so they had to keep their lives to watch.

In the blink of an eye, there was only Tang Hao left who ate noodles, and with the corner of his eye, Tang Hao could see that the gentleman who was kind to noodles walked out of the back room.

The look in his eyes was clearly watching the movement over there.

It seems that this gentleman, the endurance is still not enough, if it is himself, he must be foolproof, and it will appear in a safe situation.

The bald head hit very happily, the stool in his hand, flying up and down flexibly, as long as it was a gangster who was swept by him, all screamed and flew out on the spot, and if he was unlucky, his head was hit, and the whole person was like being drunk, and he flew out a few meters away.

It seems that this bald head is not a muddy person on the outside, his stool is very skillful, basically not smashing, but pointing, as long as the person who is hit by the point, it is like a lightning strike, either soft to the ground, or was beaten out.

Although it looked powerful, no one was killed, and Yan zhòng was a little bit of a head and bleeding.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people fell.

"Damn, boy, you're pretty good at fighting, aren't you?" Sloppy couldn't bear it, so he rushed over, raised his leg high, and kicked the stool raised by the bald head.

With a soft "snap", the stool broke into two, and the bald head took dozens of steps back before stopping.

Sloppy didn't give the bald head time to react at all, stepped into the ground, used his feet as a force, the whole body flipped over, and his right foot turned heavily, lifting the bald head from top to bottom.

The bald head crossed his hands on the top of his head, and there was a heavy sound of "pop", Tang Hao on the side shook his head again and again, if it was him, he would use his strength to fight, and when he split with a sloppy foot, he pushed his fists up and used his strength to fight back against him.

It's a pity that although the bald head knows some martial arts, he can only carry it hard, and the whole person can't bear it, and he retreats dozens of steps again and again, and before he can stop, he is sloppy and follows a few steps, and the whole person jumps up, and his knees are slammed against the bald face.