"What?" The pangolin was stunned.

But this reaction was obviously captured by their group of people. Mr. Yuan was not talking, and the long fan in his hand shook slightly. The dog legs beside him were so proud: "Let your ears be stretched out, and I heard it clearly. My young master said, "Fight the fight!"

"puff!"

The pangolin squirted out of his mouth with a sip of old wine.

"Fuck, bastard, what do you mean?" The little dog legs were so angry that they couldn't do it themselves, and rushed up and was about to attack the pangolin.

Just then, he was blocked directly by Mr. Yuan.

The soldiers who are about to die are insulted without intention.

To be humiliated, it is also to be humiliating this dying general.

Besides, it is not this one who can be scared to squirt by himself.

Although Mr. Yuan is very talented in literature and is well-known in the country, his martial arts are also excellent. However, many times, he is more keen on literature and rarely deliberately expresses his force.

Because for Mr. Yuan, killing people with a knife is nothing, and killing people with a pen is a real master.

He likes this kind of challenge and is happy with it.

He didn't take the pangolin seriously at all. The one who showed his face was Han Sanqian. Of course, Mr. Yuan's target was also Han Sanqian.

If you hit someone, you need to slap in the face, this is the key to hitting the point.

How glorious Han Sanqian was just now, only when he beat him up will he look so awesome.

"How is it? Are you scared?" Mr. Yuan looked at Han Sanqian and couldn't help but say coldly.

Han Sanqian smiled helplessly and shook his head: "Forget it, just fight with literature. Fighting with martial arts will hurt the harmony, and it will hurt the body even more. Besides, we are outsiders."

"Fuck you, you're timid, you're timid, and you're fucking excuses?" Someone immediately yelled at Han Sanqian's table.

"You are right, you are a coward, a waste, if you have a good temper, come and fight."

"The real hero is the real hero, are you a man?"

Faced with the roar of these people, Han Sanqian just shook his head, then slightly raised his wine glass and was about to drink.

"Where are you drinking your mom?"

Suddenly, at this moment, a big hand rudely knocked Han Sanqian's wine to the ground.

For a moment, the glass of wine sprinkled.

Han Sanqian's eyes also began to feel a little angry.

As a guest who later came, Han Sanqian didn't want to cause trouble, but the other party kept pushing him again and again. Even now, he had no intention of letting Han Sanqian go.

To be precise, they are not going to let themselves go.

The pangolin was also obviously shocked. He saw the anger in Han Sanqian's eyes and knew that some terrible things might have happened.

"It's not okay to fight well, I have to fight hard. You guys, there's no help. It's really a pot that doesn't open, which pot is there, alas." The pangolin shook his head helplessly.

What is the difference between fighting Han Sanqian and playing a big sword in front of Guan Gong?!

The only difference may be that Guan Gong’s knife is only more than ten meters long, and these people’s knife are used to peel fruit skins...

"Okay!" Han Sanqian put down his hand slightly: "What kind of battle is there?"

"How do you want to fight!"

"I'm free." Han Sanqian said coldly.

"Okay, you said this." Mr. Yuan laughed coldly.

I am really afraid that you will not dare to accept the challenge and will not humiliate you well then, but you will dare to humiliate yourself and fight whatever you want.

"Then let's have some big things, how about it?"

Han Sanqian smiled: "What a great method?"

"Unlimited armed struggle, simply put, no limit on moves, no limit on skills, no limit on weapons, no limit on anything, most importantly, no limit on life and death, do you dare?" Mr. Yuan sneered.

"Forget it if you don't limit weapons." Han Sanqian said.

"What? I'm afraid of being hacked to death." Someone smiled.

"No, but, I don't need weapons to deal with you." Han Sanqian laughed softly.

"Arrogant!" Mr. Yuan shouted coldly: "But arrogant people will eventually pay for their arrogance!"

"Is that true?" Han Sanqian said with a smile.

"Let's go and see, come on, Bimo serve." He shouted loudly, and someone suddenly went to get Bimo. At this time, he looked at Han Sanqian and smiled: "The sword has no eyes, and the internal strength is even more difficult to completely control. Therefore, if you sign a life-and-death case, you will never stop until you die. However, there is another way to avoid death."

"oh?"

"That's the one who wants to admit defeat but is afraid of death. He kneels down and kowtows to call grandpa."
Chapter completed!