Seeing Han Xiaohan's amazement, Qi Qi Changfeng said with a smile: "If you want to learn, I can teach you."
"Learning your calligraphy shouldn't require any reward, right?" Han Xiaohan asked cautiously. Qiqi Changfeng laughed and said, "Between us, there's no need for any reward or no reward. Anyway, if you have any problem, I will definitely do my best to help you. Of course, if I have any difficulties, Xiaohan will also help me wholeheartedly, like now! Haha..."
The Seventh Changfeng is a cunning old fox! Han Xiaohan secretly thought that when he talked to him, he always felt that he would be inexplicably drawn into his circle.
After writing the letter and folding it carefully, the Seventh Changfeng held it between his fingers and flicked it lightly, then smiled and said, "I've made an appointment with Bai Yulong to have a fight in three days, to decide the winner by best of three. I think this little white dragon flying in the sky will agree to it. By then, Xiaohan, you can show your skills and have a good meeting with those masters of the Hongmen. If we win, we can keep the treasure map and you can become famous in one fell swoop. Haha, it's really killing two birds with one stone!" Han Xiaohan glanced at the Seventh Changfeng who was grinning foolishly, and kindly reminded him, "What are you so happy about? Why don't you think about what I will do if I lose?" "I believe in your strength, Xiaohan, you will not lose." The Seventh Changfeng predicted with confidence.
"Me!" Han Xiaohan scratched his head and sighed, "I really don't know where all your confidence comes from."
The next day, Qi Qi Chang Feng passed the letter to Hongmen through an acquaintance, and then began to send out a large number of invitations, inviting some of his prominent friends in Hangzhou or near Hangzhou. Although he seemed to be scheming, he was usually a decent person and devoted to his friends. If anyone had any big or small problems and came to him, he would definitely help. After the invitations were sent out today, there were constant calls asking the reason. Many gangsters in Hangzhou had already come. Qishi Changfeng had his own ideas about inviting these friends in the martial arts world. First, he could use them to increase the popularity of his side. Moreover, they had many people and broad knowledge. During the duel, they could help Han Xiaohan with strategies and countermeasures. Second, and what worried him the most, he was afraid that the Hongmen would go back on their word. Even if they agreed to the duel, once Han Xiaohan won, if they refused to admit it, he would have no way to deal with it. However, under the watchful eyes of all his friends in the martial arts world, the Hongmen, as the largest gang in the martial arts world, would surely behave with considerable demeanor. If they lost, they would swallow their losses.
The Seventh Changfeng was quick-witted and thoughtful, just as Han Xiaohan had thought, he was an old fox who had calculated everything.
He was busy entertaining the invited guests, and within two days, the big house, which was originally quite empty, became lively and bustling with people coming and going.
Han Xiaohan locked himself in a smaller guest room and said hello to Seventh Changfeng, not wanting to see anyone. He was quiet by nature, and the people of Jianghu were talkative and straightforward, so he didn't want people to look at him like a monster. In fact, he couldn't blame the people of Jianghu who came. It would be abnormal if anyone wasn't curious about a young man like him who was only 20 years old and extremely handsome to compete with the Hongmen. Besides, it was true that Han Xiaohan was confident in his skills, but that was only relative. If he faced the powerful and influential Hongmen, he had no idea whether he would win or lose, so he took advantage of the past few days to practice harder.