Martial arts of the heavens, I am unstoppable since I was born

Chapter 151 Princess, do you still dare to go? (Seeking monthly ticket)
"Senior Ding, please don't be angry. To know what's going on in the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations, we naturally need a highly respected and highly skilled senior to explore the situation.

Although Qinglu is in charge of Yipintang, Yipintang is called Yipin, but in reality, the quality of the people is mixed. There has never been a master like you. Therefore, Qinglu can only resort to this last resort. I hope you will not blame me. "

Li Qinglu was suddenly stared at by Ding Chunqiu, and immediately a chill rushed from her tailbone to the top of her head. Countless goose bumps appeared on the skin under her clothes. A tidal aura enveloped her whole body, as if she would drown in the water at the next moment.

Ding Chunqiu's eyes were dim, but after a moment he retracted his aura and snorted, "If your eyes weren't a bit similar to Master's, today's matter would never have ended so easily!"

Li Qinglu breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this and quickly said, "Senior has deep affection for the Concubine Dowager. How dare this junior disrespect me? I have received such great favor today. When I return to Xixia, I will report the truth to the Concubine Dowager."

"Forget it," Ding Chunqiu was originally feeling a bit happy, but after seeing the wrinkles on his hands, he waved his hands with a bit of boredom, "I didn't even dare to look for Master's Wife in the past, so how can I be qualified to look for her now?"

He put his hands behind his back and looked at the sky, then looked down at the Lancang River. He sighed heavily and said, "There are immortal masters in the Wanjie Valley. Go back and tell Master's Wife that you must not offend the people here.

If Master is really still alive..."

Ding Chunqiu's eyes gradually turned cold, "I will get rid of him."

Even death!
And he will never have the chance to hurt his master's wife.

Li Qinglu and Duan Yanqing both saw the air of old age and unspeakable cruelty in Ding Chunqiu. They couldn't help but look at each other and became more curious about Zhang Kuang.

Duan Yanqing had never seen Zhang Kuang so serious before, and although he was born in the Duan family, he scoffed at the matter of immortals and Buddhas - if there really were immortals and gods in heaven, how could he not see retribution?

Be it those traitors back then or him who has committed many evil deeds in recent years, aren't they all living well? There is no retribution for them!
So he ventriloquially asked, "Excuse me, Mr. Ding, does Zhang Kuang really have three eyes?"

Ding Chunqiu glanced at him and asked him about his specific image.

After Duan Yanqing's description overlapped with his mental image of Zhang Kuang, Ding Chunqiu finally nodded. "I've seen with my own eyes that this senior has already reached the highest level of cultivation and possesses magical instruments from the immortal family. He is absolutely beyond human power to provoke."

Duan Yanqing's stiff face twisted slightly, and he began to think of retreating - he had used such a person as a knife to kill Duan Zhengming and others before, and he was afraid that as soon as he appeared in front of the other party, he would immediately become a punching bag.

He immediately said, "In that case, Duan Yanqing will take his leave first."

"Stop!" Li Qinglu stretched out her hand and gave an order, and the people from Yipintang surrounded Duan Yanqing in an instant.

"You'd better stay here for now!" Ding Chunqiu also made a quick move, his figure appeared gracefully behind Duan Yanqing, and slapped his vest with one palm.

Both of them were smart people. How could they not see that Duan Yanqing was in a bad mood? He was afraid that he had done something to offend Zhang Kuang. So they made a move at the same time to keep him as a gift to Zhang Kuang later.

Duan Yanqing only felt a strong evil wind behind him, his black hair dancing wildly like a black snake, he couldn't open his mouth but roared from his throat, his pair of iron crutches spread out like bird wings with great force, his body spiraled up into the sky, his internal force wrapped around the staff, like a tornado sweeping across the world.

He is arrogant, but Dante Chunqiu is even more arrogant!
Ding Chunqiu struck out with his iron palm, gathering all his true energy in it. In an instant, he launched six palm strikes in a row. Five of them hit the iron staff, causing Duan Yanqing to fall sluggishly. The last palm strike landed on his shoulder, causing his right shoulder to collapse and he fell to the ground.

"puff!"

Duan Yanqing spat out a mouthful of black blood and felt dizzy. A strong poisonous gas spread from his right shoulder along the meridians and attacked his left atrium.

Duan Yanqing didn't want to die, so he naturally mobilized all his energy to block the poisonous gas, and immediately lost the power to resist.

Ding Chunqiu shook his palms, and the shadow of the stick between his palms was covered with red spots, but his face was not red and he was not out of breath, only sweat was beading on his forehead and back. "The martial arts world is truly full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. You have been able to withstand the poison gas of this old man for ten years without dying. You are a rare first-class master."

Ding Chunqiu looked down at Duan Yanqing's strength. He still looked full of energy and like a master, but in fact, the poison gas accumulated over more than 30 years had been exhausted. If we really talk about strength, I'm afraid it is only at the same level as before.

Therefore, he naturally had to bluff and act like a superior person at this moment.

Duan Yanqing breathed heavily through his nose and sighed ventriloquially, "I was too anxious. If you hadn't joined forces to block my escape, I might not have been able to escape."

It can only be said that Ding Chunqiu and Li Qinglu acted too decisively. Even if he showed the slightest sign of abnormality, these two dared to take advantage of it to attack him.

Li Qinglu chuckled softly from beneath her veil: "Mr. Duan has misunderstood. It's not that Qinglu is decisive, but that Mr. Duan is not that important."

Although Duan Yanqing played a huge role in the Western Xia Kingdom's control of Dali, and he was also one of the few masters in Yipintang, he had always been in a group with the four evil men and only obeyed the orders of the king. He was not under her command. Li Qinglu had long wanted to eliminate dissidents, and now she had a suitable reason.

As for Dali...

Wanjie Valley is located in the heart of Dali. Even if her father had three times the courage, he would never dare to attack Dali again. Therefore, there is only benefit and no harm in taking action against Duan Yanqing.

Li Qinglu's words caused Ding Chunqiu and Duan Yanqing to look at him sideways at the same time.

The latter just smiled with self-abasement.

The former sighed and said, "You and your grandmother are very similar in character. When you are useful, you hold them in your hands as if they were treasures, but when they are no longer useful, you kick them under your feet and discard them like a dustbin. Oh, alike, really alike!"

Ding Chunqiu was filled with emotion, but the next moment he looked down at Duan Yanqing and said, "I'm curious how you managed to provoke the immortal and still survive?"

"It's not that I saved my life, it's just that I didn't appear in front of him. What's more..."

Duan Yanqing let out a strange laugh, "That person is probably not an immortal. How could there be an immortal in this world who would steal people's property and take over their wives?"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"He was a womanizer, so I stole the princess of the Dali Zhennan King and gave her to him. He really didn't refuse. Now the princess is still in the valley."

"Princess, do you still dare to go?"

Ding Chunqiu was stunned, and immediately kicked Duan Yanqing in the face, loosening his stiff jaw. After a mouthful of blood, he said:

"Is this just lust? It's clearly the romantic life of a distinguished scholar, free to do whatever he wants. Isn't this the ultimate freedom and ease that we ordinary people seek?"

The great freedom and ease of a saint is that if he doesn’t want to do something, he won’t do it.

But for ordinary people, it is naturally: "I can do whatever I want!"

(End of this chapter)