"Your Majesty the Great Xia Emperor, you have already seen the strong sons of our country, I wonder when the good men of the younger generation of Great Xia will come out to guide us?"

After the four alien teenagers stood still, Krim immediately stepped forward, his charcoal black face with a characteristic cunning.

"Move to the Birthday Field!"

In the face of the provocation of the foreign envoys, the Great Xia Juggernaut who was on the golden platform said lightly, and when he landed, the center of gravity of the entire Spring Festival ceremony moved from the Wanshou Palace to the misty square outside the palace.

Qin Yin slowly moved to the open square he had been to before with the courtiers in the main hall, and saw that a huge ring had been built in the center of the square at some point, and as the courtiers came down from the palace, the envoys of those vassal countries were already a little impatient, and Kerim still took the lead:

"Your Majesty, please forgive the villain for overstepping his bounds, because the exchange between the young generations of the two countries is too important, our side is the young chief Sribat from Nanqiang, Sribas, who is known as the Nanqiang Elephant, is the strongest warrior of the younger generation of Nanqiang, and has reached the level of the next martial sect, Your Majesty, I don't know which young hero Daxia will send to compete with Sribat?"

On the high platform, Xia Emperor Qin Wuyang didn't speak, just sat there quietly, as if he hadn't heard Krim's words.

“......”

Krim, who originally expected Emperor Xia's various reactions, was dumbfounded for a while, and didn't know how to continue, after all, according to the previous assumption, whether Emperor Xia continued or not, the envoys of these subject countries had all thought of a rhetoric, but they never expected Emperor Xia to sit quietly on the high platform like this, neither expressing continuation nor non-continuation, which made people confused at all for a while.

"Roar~"

At this moment, Sribat, who was already standing in the ring, roared violently, and said in the half-baked Daxia language: "Warriors of the younger generation of Daxia, I, Sribat of Nanqiang, want to fight with you, according to our Nanqiang tradition, life and death in the ring, if I Sribat accidentally dies here, please send my gold collar home." ”

Sribart's expression is very honest, and it is easy to make people feel good, but those who have seen his true face have a chill in their hearts, in the ring of Yanjing, there are more than 30 hot-blooded Daxia young masters who died at the hands of this murderer with a smiling face.

However, there is no shortage of hot-blooded young men in Daxia, and as soon as the Nanqiang giant's voice fell, he saw a handsome young man rushing to the stage.

"Sribas, less proud, I know you! You are just relying on the opportunity that our young masters in Great Xia happen to be absent, and now some of our young masters in Great Xia have begun to return, and it won't be long before you say that it will be your taboo, let me first learn your tricks today!"

After the handsome young man finished speaking, more than two hundred and twenty mammoth giant elephant phantoms rushed out behind him, with extraordinary momentum, and shouted at Sribart, who was looking at him quietly at this time, as if he was stupid:

"Remember, it was Wang Haisheng, the ninth son of Xiangwei Gong, who sent you to hell!"

"Oh roar roar ~ is it, then let me Sribat come and understand the strength of you, a young master of Great Xia!"

The two-foot-tall Sribat seemed to be stupid by Wang Haisheng, the ninth son of Xiangwei Gong, nodded vigorously, and then stretched out his palm the size of a pu fan, and slowly blocked Wang Haisheng's fist with the power of more than two hundred elephants.

"Smack~"

The fists and palms intersected, Wang Haisheng's face changed in an instant, and his fist containing the power of more than two hundred elephants hit Sribart's palm as if it was hitting cotton, without the slightest point of strength, and the whole fist seemed to be stuck in the mire, which made him feel a bad premonition in his heart.

"Oh yo yo, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

Sribat clenched his fist suddenly, and screamed in his mouth, as if his palm was broken by Wang Haisheng's punch, but with Sribat's screams, Wang Haisheng's face became more and more pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans fell down his forehead one by one, and the right fist held by Sribat was twisted and turned in the opposite direction a little bit.

"Ouch, it hurts, it's broken!"

I saw Sribat scream violently, and then there was a crisp "snap" fracture sound in the field, and I saw that Sribat on the stage held a broken hand in his left hand and couldn't stop screaming in pain, and his opponent, Wang Haisheng, the son of Xiangwei, was bare from his wrist to his right hand at this time, and bright red blood sprayed outward like a fountain.

"Ah...... My hands!"

Wang Haisheng screamed, covering his wounds, with a hint of panic on his face, but before he could let out his second scream, he felt that the sky suddenly darkened, and then his throat tightened, and a dark face full of smirks suddenly appeared in front of him.

It's Sribart!

At this time, after pretending to be crazy and stupid, Sribat finally tore off his disguise and grabbed Wang Haisheng's throat and lifted him up.

"Hehe, the great young master of Great Xia, Wang Haisheng, the ninth son of Xiangwei Gong, Young Master Wang, I'm sorry, your time is up, after you go to hell, don't forget to tell others, it's me Sribat, the young chief of the Nanqiang tribe who personally sent you down!"

Sribart's face flashed with a look of cruelty, pinched Wang Haisheng's neck and twisted it hard, and a crisp sound of broken bones sounded, and I saw Wang Haisheng, who was still struggling desperately before, kicked his feet violently, grabbed Sribart's hands and hung down weakly.

"Roar~ Great Xia, where is your hero?"

Sribart, who killed Wang Haisheng without the slightest suspense, finally tore off his previous honest disguise, threw Wang Haisheng's body out like rags, and then slammed his chest and yelled at the military generals of Daxia who were watching.

"Damn!"

Xiang Weigong, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, watched his son die in battle, and he didn't even have a chance to stop it, after all, Sribat killed Wang Haisheng on the spot It was really beyond everyone's expectations, even the envoys of those vassal countries didn't expect Sribat to suddenly do something they hadn't expected before.

"Lord Xiangwei, this is just a matter of their younger generation, is it difficult for you to meddle in it regardless of your identity?"

Seeing that Xiang Weigong's face turned purple with anger, Krum was afraid that the Grand Duke, whose strength had reached the middle rank of the Martial Sect, would not be able to help but rush to the stage, and hurriedly used words to trap him.

"You ...... It's so deceitful!"

Xiang Wei Gong was so angry that he scolded angrily, and then turned his head and shouted to the young people who participated in this spring ceremony: "If there is a virtuous nephew who avenges my son, this prince is willing to send him away with a Xuan-level master!"