It is southern language.

It turned out that there were several southerners surrounding a Chinese.

Yan Zhiyu's eyes narrowed suddenly, and she felt the fist in her sleeve harden, and the anger in her head began to rise.

She has no discrimination based on nationality or race, but she really hates some southerners who steal other people's works and claim them as their own, as if they are the origin of the world.

Because of historical and geographical reasons, China is particularly hard hit by their theft.

Of course, not all southerners are like this. There are also very humble and friendly southerners, but the southerners in front of us clearly do not fall into this category.

They continued to chatter triumphantly.

"By the way, you Chinese must be very shocked when you come to Miraken, right? After all, you Chinese are very poor and rarely go abroad, and have never seen such a developed country. China is dirty, messy and poor, and it can't be compared with Miraken and our South Country..."

The Chinese man who was being besieged seemed to be tongue-tied and did not open his mouth to refute.

Yan Zhiyu couldn't bear it any longer, so she rolled up her sleeves and rushed forward.

She also knows southern dialect, and can type it out quickly.

"What did you just say? Our China used to be your Southern Country's territory? Please, are you guys betraying your father and son? In history, the Southern Country was once subservient to our China and had to pay a lot of tribute to China every year! If you want to talk about slaves, it's you!"

"What do you mean our Hanfu originated from your Nanfu? It's obvious that your Nanfu originated from our Hanfu! In ancient times, you Nanguo used Chinese characters, but they were also passed on from China! The Spring Festival is also a traditional festival of our China. What does it have to do with you Nanguo?"

"Also, we can't afford meat. Are we poor? China is a vast country with abundant resources. In China, watermelons can be used to feed pigs. Can you in the South do the same?"

"Let me tell you, your entire southern country is not as big as one of our provinces!"

"We have a civilization that has been around for five thousand years. When is it your turn to be so naughty? You are stealing... stealing from your father! What? You are the origin of all things, Pangu who created the world, right?"

Those southerners were scolded so harshly that their faces turned red.

"You, you are talking nonsense! Hanfu and the Spring Festival are obviously our culture! Even martial arts were introduced to you Chinese from our southern country! Why do you Chinese like to confuse right and wrong so much?"

Yan Zhiyu rolled her eyes.

She was already dry-mouthed from what she had just said, and didn't want to waste any more words with this bunch of thieves.

"Well, since you are so unconvinced, how about we have a competition? Let's see which is better, our Chinese martial arts or your pirated martial arts!"

The southerners were all men.

Hearing this, they looked Yan Zhiyu up and down, and said with disdain: "Just you? A woman at that? If you lose, don't go out and say that we bullied you!"

"I'm going to tell you the same thing. If you lose, don't blame me for bullying you—"

As she spoke, she moved her hands and feet, and the joints made crisp "pa pa pa" sounds.

Hearing the Southerners discussing who should fight her, Yan Zhiyu added: "I suggest you all fight together."

The people of the Southern Country burst into laughter when they heard this.

"Together? No no no... We only need one of us to deal with you!"

Looking at their confident expressions, Yan Zhiyu pursed her lips.

Anyway, she had already given them a chance, adhering to the principle of courtesy before force. Since these southerners refused to admit their mistakes, it was no wonder that she gave them a small lesson.

Well, she promises it's small!

......

Three minutes later, all the confident southerners were knocked to the ground, grimacing in pain, and looking in disbelief at Yan Zhiyu, who was still standing there without a single injury on her body.

They originally thought that the problem would be completely solved in a short time.

But they never expected that it didn't take long, but it wasn't Yan Zhiyu who was solved, it was them!

Regardless of whether they were men or southerners, they all felt unprecedented humiliation.

Even though the fact of losing was in front of them, they still said stubbornly: "Let me tell you, Chinese woman, we are giving you a break! Otherwise, you would never win!"

Yan Zhiyu glanced at them and raised her fist nonchalantly.

"What did you just say?"

"......"

Thinking of the fear of being dominated by absolute force just now, several southerners shut their mouths in fear and did not say another word. They crawled out of the alley as fast as they could.

Yan Zhiyu proudly patted the dust off her hands.

"From now on, if I see a thief like this who doesn't know his place, I'll teach him a lesson! If I see two, I'll teach them both a lesson!"

She was about to go back to continue looking for the Yan family when she suddenly saw a figure standing quietly beside her.

Only then did I remember the Chinese man who was surrounded by the southern people just now.

Just as I was about to talk to him, I was stunned.

"Third brother? You're actually here! No wonder you looked so familiar to me just now! Great, you don't even know how long I've been looking for you guys just now - wait, third brother, when did you become so white? And you've lost so much weight... Why did you change your clothes too?"

As she was talking, Yan Zhiyu suddenly felt something was wrong.

She looked at the person in front of her for a long time, and when she thought of a possibility, she showed a shocked expression.

"You, you are not the third brother Yan Yihuan, but the fourth brother Yan Yiran?"