Yang Tian looked at the burly man and the martial artists behind him and said indifferently, “This is a martial artist’s spiritual tablet. Try to see if you can engrave your name on it.”
As Yang Tian spoke, he handed the golden fountain pen in his hand to the burly man in front of him.
“Uh... PENG...”
Yang Tian just let go, and the burly man groveled. The golden pen in his hand also fell to the ground.
This burly man was only a rank four martial artist, and it was still very difficult for him to pick up the golden pen. One had to know that this golden pen weighed more than a thousand jin.
“Hehe...”
The burly man climbed up from the ground and scratched his head in embarrassment as he laughed, appearing very awkward.
“Let me try!”
At this time, a thin warrior behind the burly man stepped forward and said through gritted teeth.
