"Okay, that's what you said." Mr. Yuan said with a sneer.

I'm really afraid that if you don't dare to accept the move, I won't be able to humiliate you well then. And you actually dare to humiliate yourself and fight casually.

"Then play something big, how about?"

Han Sanqian smiled: "What kind of Dafa?"

"Unlimited martial arts, to put it simply, unlimited moves, unlimited skills, unlimited weapons. There is no restriction on anything, the most important thing is that there is no restriction on life and death, do you dare?" Mr. Yuan sneered.

"Let's forget about the unlimited weapons." Han Sanqian said.

"Why? Afraid of being hacked to death." Someone laughed.

"No, it's just that I don't need weapons to deal with you." Han Sanqian laughed softly.

"Arrogance!" Mr. Yuan shouted coldly: "But an arrogant person will eventually pay for his arrogance!"

"Really?" Han Sanqian smiled slightly.

"Let's wait and see, come here. Pen and ink will serve you." He shouted loudly, and immediately someone was rushing to get the pen and ink. At this moment, he looked at Han Sanqian and said with a smile: "Swords have no eyes, and internal strength is even more difficult." Complete control. Therefore, sign the life and death certificate, and never die. However, there is another way to avoid death."

"oh?"

"That is for those who want to admit defeat and are afraid of death, kneel down and kowtow to call you grandpa."

Everyone roared with laughter. And almost at this time, the pen, paper and ink were brought up...

Han Sanqian also smiled slightly: "It seems that you have the chance to win?"

"Nonsense, do you know what Mr. Yuan's nickname is?"

"People send the nickname Wandi, which means the soldiers of ten thousand people. I, Mr. Yuan, can also fight alone."

"Although you have talent, your brain is really not working. How dare you compete with Mr. Yuan in martial arts."

"Sibi, if you don't want to die, you should quickly kowtow and call grandpa."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Everyone roared with laughter again, in defense of Buddha. After a while, they seemed to be able to clearly see the scene of Han Sanqian being violently beaten.

Han Sanqian smiled helplessly, just waiting for the man to put down the pen and paper and ink. He picked up a pen and wrote his name.

"pangolin!"

Seeing this name, a group of people were almost happy.

The country bumpkin really is a fucking country bumpkin, even his own name is so fucking earthy.

But the pangolin, the real pangolin himself, is shaking his head helplessly at this moment, and he doesn't know where these literati have the courage to boast about their talents.

There are only two types of people who dare to sign their names directly regardless of what is written on the life and death certificate. It's just that if you have the real ability, you can be supercilious.

Obviously. Han Sanqian's words and deeds are not fools, so it is most likely the latter.

This point, even if it is the first time to meet a pangolin who has never learned how powerful Han Sanqian is. Will also be cautious, but never so careless.

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