"Who do you think doesn't have eyes? You dare to ram my young master's car. You're lucky not to kill you." In front of the Wanchuan Kingdom's carriage, the driver said with disdain, his nostrils almost turned upward.
"What are you talking about? My carriage was parked on the side of the road and it didn't move. It was obviously you who bumped into it yourself." Li Shaoqiu said angrily.
"So what? Even if I bump into you on purpose, what can you do?" In the carriage of Wanchuan Kingdom, a young man leaned out and gave Li Shaoqiu a contemptuous look.
As soon as he said this, everyone knew that this man was clearly bullying others, but seeing his arrogant look, no one in the crowd dared to speak. It was obvious that this man had a lot of background.
"How dare you speak to my young master like this? Do you know who my young master is? Mr. Li, the censor of the Southern Xia Kingdom, is my master!" A guard next to Li Shaoqiu was angered by the other man's eyes and said loudly. This
If they were in Nanxia Kingdom, the two of them would have rushed forward if something like this happened, but in Dinglin Kingdom, they had to be more patient.
Only then did Lin Chuxi and others remember who Li Shaoqiu was. It turned out to be the young master of the Supervisory Yushi family. They remembered meeting him once at the emperor's banquet, but there were too many people at that time, and there was no social interaction, so they didn't take it to heart.
.So I didn’t recognize it when I encountered it before.
"It turns out that I am the young master of the imperial censor's house. I am disrespectful and disrespectful. Unfortunately, he is the censor of the Nanxia Kingdom. Do you know who I am? I am the young master of the imperial family of the Wanchuan Kingdom. I am Zhao Xuanming. Please apologize to this young master."
, I don’t want to argue with you anymore,” the young man said with his nostrils turned upward.
If he had said these words in normal times, people would have laughed out loud. One was the censor who supervised hundreds of officials, and the other was a small servant of the capital. Their positions were more than one level different, so they had the nerve to compare them. But.
At this time, no one could laugh. The Wanchuan Kingdom was a second-level vassal state, while the Nanxia Kingdom was a fifth-level vassal state that was "number one in ten thousand years."
Ling Chuxi now knows what it means for a weak country to have no diplomacy. Even the supervisory censor of Nanxia Kingdom cannot get any respect in front of a small servant of the capital of Wanchuan Kingdom.
"You, you..." Li Shaoqiu was so angry that his whole body was shaking, and his face turned red.
"What are you, Nanxia Kingdom, a small fifth-grade country, but you have the nerve to come out and embarrass yourself. If you don't apologize, I'll beat you to the ground." Zhao Xuanming said arrogantly.
"How dare you insult our country, Nanxia? Get started and beat me up." Li Shaoqiu couldn't bear it anymore and shouted at the two guards.
As soon as the words fell, the two guards rushed forward. Anyone with a little bit of blood would be filled with indignation after hearing such words that were insulting to the country, let alone those who practiced martial arts.
Seeing the two guards rushing up, Zhao Xuanming didn't even blink his eyes, with a look of disdain on his face. The driver dressed as a guard in front of him jumped out and faced the two guards.
"Eight-level fighting spirit!" Ling Chuxi and others frowned. Is the national power of Wanchuan Kingdom really so strong? A young man from the family of a servant of the capital city always carries an eight-level fighting spirit guard when he travels?
Li Shaoqiu's two bodyguards obviously only had the strength of the fifth level of fighting spirit, and there was no way they could be his opponents. Just when the figures of the two sides were about to cross each other, Bailihan moved his feet, blocking the way between them, and pushed lightly with one palm.
go out.
With a muffled sound, Li Shaoqiu's guard flew out with his teeth and claws. In the eyes of ordinary people, the eighth-level war spirit was considered a master, but in front of the Dzogchen realm, he didn't even have a chance to take action.