Han Qianqian also smiled faintly, "It looks like you guys have a good chance of winning?"
"Nonsense, do you know what Duke Yuan's nickname is?"
"People give the nickname 10,000 enemies, which means that even if there are 10,000 soldiers, I, Prince Yuan, can stand up to them single-handedly."
"Although you have guts, your brain is really not good, how dare you compete with Duke Yuan in a martial arts fight."
"Foolish thane, if you don't want to die later, just kowtow and call your grandfather."
"Hahahahaha!"
The crowd roared with laughter again, as if they could already see the scene of Han Qianqian being beaten up clearly.
Han Qianqian smiled helplessly, and just as he waited for the man to put down the pen and paper and ink, he directly picked up the pen and wrote down his name.
"Piercing Mountain Armour!"
Seeing this name, the group of people were simply happy as hell.
A redneck was indeed a fucking redneck, even his own name was so fucking rustic.
It was the piercing nail, the real piercing nail himself, who was shaking his head helplessly at the moment, wondering where this bunch of literati got the courage to boast about their talents.
There are only two types of people who dare to sign their names without regard to what is written on the life and death certificate: they are either fools with bad brains, or they have real ability and can see everything.
Obviously, Han Qianqian's words and actions were not foolish, so naturally, it was most likely the latter.
This was something that even a Mountain Piercer who had not experienced Han Qianqian's greatness would be cautious if he met one for the first time, and would never be so paralyzed and careless.
"Gentlemen!"
Just then, behind the beaded curtain, the woman in green opened her mouth somewhat reluctantly.
Originally, the woman in white had asked the woman in green to speak up to stop them when they invited each other to the martial duel, but this girl was obviously still upset with Han Qianqian for refusing to play the zither and was reluctant to speak up.
It was only when the woman in white had anger in her eyes and the life and death certificate had already been taken out that she hurriedly spoke up.
"The flower boat trip is just a literary excursion for everyone to go on this trip to attend the Fang family's big wedding, so it's just a matter of everyone meeting in poetry, there's no need to use swords and guns."
Hearing the Su family's advice, but Yuan Gongzi was not eager to answer, instead he looked at Han Qianqian and smiled, "Now that a woman has relieved you, I can't force you, whether you want to fight or play the grandson, your choice, I can pretend I didn't receive this life and death certificate you signed."
Although it seemed that he was really listening to Su's family, in reality, anyone could hear that he was only using excitement to provoke Han Qianqian.
If he agreed, wouldn't he become a soft-boiled man who relied on women for help?
Not to mention the fact that Han Qianqian did not regard these people at all, even if Han Qianqian was inferior to them, given Han Qianqian's personality, would he be willing to do so?
"I'll give you the same words." Han Qianqian smiled faintly.
"Good, brat, you have fucking guts." Duke Yuan gave a loud praise, then echoed the woman within the beaded curtain and said, "Miss Su, you heard it too, this gentleman, is insistent on having a sparring session with me."
Inside the curtain, the woman in green rolled her eyes and looked at the woman in white as if she was saying, "He's asking to die, he can't even stop him.
The woman in white let out a weak sigh and stopped talking.
Seeing that no one else spoke within the beaded curtain, Prince Yuan smiled smugly, with his wisdom, there was really no problem he could not solve.
At that moment, he lifted the pen in his hand and quickly wrote down the words of life and death on the life and death certificate.
Only, while everyone was not looking, he specifically added a few more words after the sentence that the match could be suspended if the person who admitted defeat knelt down and called his grandfather.
The victor, however, could still kill the one who conceded defeat.
The purpose of doing so was already self-evident.
After writing this sentence, he smiled grimly.
But how could he know that what he had done had already been seen by Han Qianqian?
He slowly walked into the centre of the main hall, while Han Qianqian, who was at the other end, also silently got up ......