"Is it also related to Yang Guo that Li Qingluo can marry into the Zhennan Prince's Mansion?"

When Ruan Xingzhu thought of this, she couldn't help but become active.

If this is true, A Zhu has fallen in love with Xiao Feng, and she is not good at breaking up her husband. Now there is a Zi. If she can get along with Yang Guo, will the other party have a way to marry into the royal palace?

After she learned that Qin Hongmian had married into the royal palace, she begged Duan Zhengchun to marry her.

But Duan Zhengchun, who had already made his wife unhappy, dared to mention marriage again, so he could only do it perfunctorily.

Later, Li Qingluo married into the Zhennan Prince's Mansion, and Duan Zhengchun's previous statement was out of the question. Ruan Xingzhu re-reported the old story, and there was no way out. Duan Zhengchun could only say that his wife agreed to this matter, otherwise he would not dare to marry a new lover.

For this reason, Ruan Xingzhu completely lost her temper. Although she was willing to give in to Qin Hongmian and Li Qingluo, it did not mean that she had no arrogance in her heart. She insisted on going to the rushing child to ask Dao Baifeng to accept her.

So this matter ended in the end.

But now she seemed to have discovered a new world, and she felt that this thing could be done again. She was in a state of great emotion for a while, and she didn't know how to describe it.

She was able to get involved with Mu Wanqing and Wang Yuyan at the same time. She knew what kind of person the other party was before she saw Yang Guo. It is true that she likes Duan Zhengchun, but she also hates fickle men. She naturally doesn't want her biological daughter to suffer from this lovesickness again. She just thought of being able to stay with her lover forever, and her firm determination couldn't help but shake it.

At this time, the mountain is at the foot.

A group of people walked slowly in line, mixed with the sound of silk, bamboo, bells and drums, shouting slogans such as "The Old Immortal of Stars, Endless Magic Power".

The visitors were naturally Ding Chunqiu and his disciples.

A few months ago, Ding Chunqiu brought the disciples of the Central Plains from Xingsu Sea and were all dispersed by Yang Guo. After leaving the Deaf and Dumb Valley, some of them were recovered, but they were also dead and injured. Finally, they opened their doors and recruited their disciples. No matter whether they were under the gang or the demons in the other side, as long as they were obedient to their subordinates and obeyed his orders, they would not refuse them. In just a few months, bandits in the Central Plains were like ants, and those who ran to compete were connected to the road. At this moment, the voices of the subordinates were still better than before.

Ding Chunqiu sat on the chariot rack, shaking the feather fan in his hand, listening to the praises of his disciples, he felt quite contented.

Just now, amid the sound of golden drums, silk and bamboos of the Xingsu School, suddenly a group of horses galloped from the hillside.

The horse's hooves became louder and louder. Soon, the flags on all sides of the yellow market rose from the edge of the cliff. Four horses rushed up the mountain. The riders held a flag in their hands, waving in the wind, which contrasted with the swaying Ding Chunqiu and his group, which was somewhat similar to the craftsmanship.

But I saw five big black words written on the four yellow flags: "The leader of the Beggars' Sect" was written.

Four horses stood on the edge of the cliff, and the rider turned over and dismounted the horse, and inserted four yellow flags into the brightest part of the cliff.

The four of them were all dressed in the Beggars' Gang, carrying cloth bags on their backs, holding flagpoles in their hands, and without saying a word.

Ding Chunqiu looked at him with a hint of coldness in his eyes. I wonder when the Beggars' Sect was so swaying. Not only did he go along with his old immortal Xingsu. Isn't it intentionally difficult for him to make things difficult?

A passing hero saw the four yellow flags that looked proud of the world. The agile skills of the flag-holding people were obviously more awe-inspiring than the self-proclaimed Star Sect.

As soon as the yellow flag was erected, dozens of horses galloped up the mountain. The first one was the rider with more than a hundred six bags of disciples, followed by thirty or forty seven bags of disciples and more than a dozen eight bags of disciples.

After a moment, four elders carrying nine bags of bags all turned over and dismounted in silence, and stood on both sides.

In addition to having important things, the people in the Beggars' Sect never ride horses and carriages. The show in front of them is no different from ordinary tycoons, and even more ostentatious, which makes many martial arts elders shook their heads secretly when they see it.

Only the sound of hooves was heard, two green horses came together, and the left head was immediately a girl in a purple shirt, bright and beautiful, with a bit of cunning in her eyes and a virtuous look on her face.

On the right hand side was a man wearing a brocade robe, not handsome, but not ugly.

Although the man's eyes were looking forward, he could not control himself from the corner of his eyes.

He frequently looked at the girl in purple beside him.

Seeing the girl in purple, Ding Chunqiu's face darkened. Before he could speak first, the girl looked at him with a smile and said, "Old Monster Ding, do you dare to claim that you have infinite magic power? If you let outsiders hear it, wouldn't you laugh at me for being alone in the Star Sect?" Ding Chunqiu saw that she dared to be disrespectful to him, and she was furious in her heart, but she still smiled and looked gentle and kind, and said, "Little A Zi, I haven't seen you for a while. Are you learning your abilities and wanting to be the head of my Star Sect?"

A Zi smiled proudly and said, "The rules of this sect have always been the leader. Those who are capable of taking over it. Among this sect, who has the strongest martial arts skills is the leader. It is not true that you say I want to be the leader."

When Ding Chunqiu heard this, he immediately smiled and said, "Okay, okay, you covet the head position, so you must have some real skills, so how about you come here to take me three moves?"

A Zi said loudly: "Just because you are not worthy of fighting with me, I have recently accepted a disciple and he will fight you. If you have won him, it will not be too late to eat my palms."

Ding Chunqiu, who was still interested in playing with the other party, turned a little ugly when he heard this. He glanced at the man in brocade robe beside her and sneered, "Is the person you are talking about? He looks like this at a young age."

"Why do you think people look like you? You have practiced your skills to dogs at such age, but you don't know how to leave some for yourself!"

A Zi couldn't help but sarcastically.

Even if Ding Chunqiu was well cultivated, he couldn't bear it at this moment. As A Zi finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot. When he appeared again, a palm force was already catching A Zi from the air.

Just as Ding Chunqiu was exerting his palm force, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, and there was a figure blocking him. It was the man in brocade robe.

"Don't be rude to Miss A Zi!"

The man in the brocade robe raised his palm and attacked Ding Chunqiu. Seeing this, Ding Chunqiu had a hint of disdain in his eyes, his palm power poured down, and he secretly used the magic method of transformation.

Bang!

The two of them had a palm force intersected, and a cold palm force instantly stirred up. As soon as the grass and trees on the road came into contact with the spreading palm wind, they instantly withered and died, scaring the Beggar Gang and the disciples of the Xingsu Sect retreated one after another.

The heroes who stopped and watched were also changing color repeatedly, and their hearts felt a little scared.

Ding Chunqiu's face changed drastically. He didn't expect that the other party's palm power could compete with him. Even if the magic method was used, who would have expected that the poisonous gas in his palm would enter the other party's body, as if a stone was sinking into the sea, without causing any turmoil.
Chapter completed!