When the sun was three times, a sound of fairy music came from the sky. Hundreds of soldiers from the real fairy realm guarded a fairy chariot and flew from the distance.

In front of the fairy chariot, a group of six people were playing the suona, playing a festive song.

Wang Xiaoqiang didn't expect that there was a suona in the fairy world, and he was very surprised, but what he could be sure of was that the one sitting in the fairy chariot was Prince An's legitimate son An Batian.

When the crowd stopped above the Xingsu Sect, Xianle stopped. A general with thick eyebrows and big eyes standing in the front of the team shouted at the Xingsu Sect with his strength:

"Listen to the Xingsu Sect, the little prince arrived, and you quickly withdrew the big formation of the protector to welcome the little prince."

The general's tone is a very arrogant tone, completely a commanding tone, domineering and arrogant.

Soon, there was a sudden sound. The Xingsu Sect’s protection formation was opened, and Mrs. Xingyue personally took people to the sky to welcome them.

Mrs. Xingyue condescends to greet her, but the little prince doesn't even have any face. At this time, she still hasn't come down from the immortal chariot. She is too lazy to say a word, and directly drives the immortal chariot and flies towards the Xingsu Sect.

Surprisingly, Mrs. Xingyue was not angry or embarrassed. She followed behind the immortal chariot and looked happy.

"This little prince is so arrogant!" Shi Su lowered his voice and sighed.

"It is said that the wife of this little prince An Batian is comparable to the harem of the emperor. I don't know which female disciple of the Xingsu Sect is so unlucky. She is just a character who is played and recharged after being played..." Cheng Jin didn't know about Wang Xiaoqiang and Zhao Feiyan. At this time, he said in an indignant tone:

"This Mrs. Xingyue is really cheap! She will do anything to gain power and cheat her disciples!"

"Okay, what's the point of saying bad things behind the scenes? Let's meet this little prince in person!" Wang Xiaoqiang said, carrying his hands on his back and walking towards the Xingsu Sect's mountain gate.

When I arrived at the gate of Xingsu Sect, I reported my name.

When the two disciples guarding the gate heard that it was Wang Xiaoqiang, they almost didn't hesitate and immediately said to Wang Xiaoqiang, "I'm sorry, Master Wang. Where is your invitation?"

"I don't have an invitation!"

"No invitation?!" The disciple sneered disdainfully: "Sorry, you can't enter without invitation."

"Random!" Shi Su was furious and pointed at the two disciples of the gatekeeper and shouted, "Our head is not only the heads of the two sects, but also the Master Hou from Yue. When you see Master Hou, you don't kneel down. You also blocked him. Do you know what crime you committed?"

The two disciples seemed to have been prepared, and did not show fear when they heard this, and even had a contemptuous sneer on their faces. One of them said:

"Master Hou, huh, what's wrong with Master Hou? For the sake of the safety of the little prince, Master Hou still cannot enter without an invitation..."

"The dog relies on the power of others!"

Wang Xiaoqiang was too lazy to pay attention to it. He waved his sleeves and shouted, and a strong wind suddenly rose. A sudden gust of wind formed, which fanned the two tough disciples of the gate.

In the end, the two of them fell to where they could not even see the figure or hear their screams.

In short, it disappeared under Wang Xiaoqiang's nose.

Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang suffocating the two gatekeepers directly, Shi Su and Cheng Jin were also scared when they were surprised.

Only then did they finally believe that Wang Xiaoqiang came today, really came to cause trouble.

And they found that following Wang Xiaoqiang was like playing bungee jumping. Although it was exciting, it would be in danger at any time.

Wang Xiaoqiang, no matter what the two of them thought, slapped the disciples in the gate and stepped in and walked straight in.

The two of them quickly followed.

Although he had never been to Xingsu Sect, nor did he know the pattern of Xingsu Sect, nor how to walk on the road, Wang Xiaoqiang knew that it would be right to follow him. At this moment, he just walked towards a bustling place, and soon he arrived at the door of a hall.

This hall is the main hall of the Xingsu Sect, which is very tall and magnificent.

At this moment, a scarlet carpet was spread from the outside to the main hall.

Outside the hall, there were many guests gathered. None of them entered the hall, but looked around an immortal chariot, with a striking light in their eyes.

Wang Xiaoqiang knew that it was the little prince's immortal chariot, and at this time the little prince must be in the hall.

Sure enough, when Wang Xiaoqiang walked to the entrance of the hall, he saw a man in his thirties, wearing a tiger robe, sitting upright in the back hall of the hall, which was supposed to be the Xingyuefu.

Mrs. Xingyue stood beside her, bent and begging her eyes. Even her yaksha-like face was deliberately squeezed out a bit of coquettish tenderness, and deliberately flattered the little prince.

But her charming smile looks a bit miserable and unbearable.

On both sides of the hall, there were many guests standing. These guests had a higher level of cultivation than those outside the hall, and their status was obviously higher than those outside the hall.

However, there was no Zhao Feiyan and his figure in the hall.

Just when Wang Xiaoqiang felt a little confused, the little prince sitting on the back seat spoke: "Madam Xingyue, why didn't you see Zhao Feiyan?"

"Report to the little prince, Zhao Feiyan will come out soon," said Mrs. Xingyue, and quickly ordered someone to spread Zhao Feiyan.

Soon, accompanied by two female servants, Zhao Feiyan walked into the hall and stood in the middle of the hall.

I saw Zhao Feiyan wearing a light red dress, delicate pink makeup, smooth jade face, beautiful face, slim figure, snow-white skin, shattered, slender waist, as light as a swallow.

I am afraid that the little prince, who is worthy of being a peerless look, will not be moved by the many women.

An Batian squeezed his bearded chin and looked at Zhao Feiyan with his eyes up and down. The obscene look in his eyes was not concealed. From his eyes, there was no trace of love, only a pure desire.

However, when he saw Zhao Feiyan keeping a pretty face and not saying a word, an evil fire rose in An Batian's stomach and said to Mrs. Xingyue with an unhappy expression:

"Madam, Feiyan is not good, why is it still as cold as last time... Xiao Wang, I came with sincerity, come, open..."

As he said that, An Batian snapped his fingers.

At this time, an entourage follower of An Batian stood up, holding a brocade box in his hand, and pushed it open in public.

A rich fragrance floated out of the box and soon filled the entire hall. Everyone looked at it and saw four white pills in the box.

There is a faint halo on the pill, and you can tell at a glance that it is not an ordinary product.

"Ah, what kind of pill is that? What a rich fragrance..."

"It's definitely extraordinary!"

"I know, it is a body-sweet pill, a pill for women. After taking it, it can make the body clear and refreshing, and it will also spread the body fragrance to the greatest extent. This pill is usually taken by women before they go to the room..."

"Ah, it's not appropriate to give this pill at this time..."

The guests standing on both sides of the hall whispered and discussed. They had a lot of criticism about the betrothal gift, but they were afraid to speak it in person due to An Batian's tyranny. (To be continued)

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