Dressed as Ao Bing, the third prince of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, he took off his fine clothes and replaced them with a white robe and a silver spear. On the martial arts field, seven or eight Ao Jingsheng warriors besieged them. The golden melons and iron bars were smashed down and all the spears were blown away. The shark girls who were watching were not as good as me in cheering for Prince Moang. I shot the bluestone with my backhand and shattered it. The position of the prince is unstable, so he should first establish the rules and then speak.
