Chapter 111: Westminster's plan was untraceable "Of course, I'm very powerful and know everything." Wuhen's face was full of pride, with his head held high. The strange old man rubbed his hands with joy. "This is really an interesting thing, why don't we set off now?" asked the strange old man curiously. "Oh, that's true." Wuhen jumped for joy. "Well, can you let me touch your treasure?" The strange old man suddenly remembered this again. This time, Wuhen agreed readily. The two played with it for some time, then walked out happily. As they walked, the two of them started to practice martial arts, punching each other and slapping each other. Wuhen has fair skin, handsome features but a hint of naivety, and his martial arts are all about speed. However, this strange old man is more cunning and agile than monkeys and apes, and as brave and fierce as a leopard and dragon.
As Wuhen's punch arrived, his figure flashed and disappeared like magic. After a while, he suddenly appeared near Wuhen again, giggling and tickling his armpits with his hands. The two, one old and one young, with one soft and one hard kung fu, were having a blast fighting... It caused passers-by to stop and marvel... "My two friends, please stay." When I was in high spirits, I heard the man speak loudly. The weird old man was not willing to listen and just said, "Who are you? If you have something to say, just say it. If you have something to fart, just fart it." The man frowned slightly, but still said loudly: "What's the point of you two fighting here? I heard that in this fairy world, only the God of War has the highest martial arts." Upon hearing the name of the God of War, Wuhen's eyes became dull and his hands and feet slowed down. With a "bang", he was slapped hard on the face. Wuhen screamed in pain and grabbed the strange old man to fight back. The strange old man was also dumbfounded. He looked at his hands and laughed, "None of my business, none of my business. It was that farting person who disrupted my path." Wuhen thought it made sense. He quickly turned around and started beating the man. Seeing Wuhen taking action, the strange old man also became excited and followed him. "Second Master, be careful." "Be careful, young master." Seeing the man responding in a panic, the people who were following him were all shocked. It turns out that this man is none other than the young master Ximin who traveled from the mortal world. Ximin was originally a mortal, and came to this fairyland through the relationship between the Xi family and Uncle Jiu.
When it comes to my kung fu, how can I compare to the weird old man and Wuhen? Not to mention fighting back, as expected, after just a few moves, he was unable to withstand it. The rat was standing by, running around in a panic. "You two against one, how can you be considered heroes?" Westminster said anxiously when he saw himself being hit on the back several times. "Yes, yes, you are alone, this is not fair, then you should ask your followers to come up as well." The word "hero" made the strange old man much more polite, and he scratched his head and stopped. Ximin and Zuantian looked at each other. It turns out that this weird old man is really mentally ill... Westminster's eyes moved and a plan came to his mind. "You two heroes, your kung fu is indeed excellent, but... but." Westminster pretended to be pretentious. Sure enough, the old man's gray eyebrows were all wrinkled. "But what? Tell me?" The old man lifted the hair in front of his eyes, his two bright eyes full of curiosity. Ximin chuckled and said, "I am not talented, but I have heard that in this world, only the God of War has the highest martial arts skills, and no one dares to compete with him." "God of War? God of War..." Wuhen raised his eyebrows and looked into the distance thoughtfully. The strange old man snorted coldly and said, "Are you serious? I just want to find the most powerful person in the world to compete with." "Hmph, that depends on whether you have the ability to do it." Zuantianshu also deliberately provoked. "I am very capable, very capable. Wuhen, don't you think so?" The strange old man patted Wuhen, who was still in a daze, on the shoulder. Wuhen's eyes were empty. "You can't compete with him, no, no." Wuhen kept shaking his head. "Young master, this boy's name is Wuhen. Why did I hear that there's a sword god in the fairy world named Hen?" Zuantianshu looked at Wuhen and muttered softly. Westminster nodded. "It seems like the young master wants to start a fire for him?" Zuantianshu chuckled. "Humph, you're not stupid. I want to see how powerful this God of War is. Family affairs, foreign affairs, national affairs, everything comes into play. Even if he has three heads and six arms, he can't stop attacks from all sides..." A strange smile emerged on Westminster's handsome face. "Wuhen, you are really stingy. The God of War is not yours, so why can't I compete with him?" After the weird old man said this, he put his hands on his waist angrily. "It's not difficult to compete with him. The Immortal Emperor's Mausoleum is more than a hundred miles away from here. With your two heroes' light skills, you can get there in just a few days." Ximin hurriedly pointed to the northwest. The Rat was also busy agreeing. Before he finished speaking, he saw the strange old man tapping the ground with his feet and flying straight up to an ancient tree more than ten feet high in front of him as if riding on a cloud. "I'm leaving now, Wuhen, why don't you follow me quickly?" The strange old man did not forget to shout before leaving. I saw the two of them go away one after another. "Master, it's obvious that this weird old man's martial arts are extraordinary." Zuantianshu looked at the place where the two disappeared in astonishment.
"Humph, of course. This move, 'Treading on Snow Without Leaking a Trace', is the most advanced skill in Qinggong." "I've read about it in a book. It's said that this skill is a secret martial art of the Shaolin Jialan Guardian Sect." "There have been records that indicate that after mastering this skill, one can walk on lotus leaves, dense grass, and thick snow like flying, without leaving any trace. However, this skill is extremely difficult to practice. Only a dozen or so descendants of the Shaolin Jialan Dharma Guardian School have ever practiced this skill, except in martial arts novels, of course." After Westminster finished speaking, he couldn't help but laugh out loud with satisfaction. The rat couldn't help but shake his head, thinking to himself that the people around him were not easy to deal with. He must be careful in the future. "Master, Yang Baitian has been disfigured." Zuantianshu said, carefully observing Ximin's facial expression. Westminster was speechless. "Master, aren't you worried?" Zuantianshu asked cautiously. "Is the news reliable?" After a long silence, Ximin finally asked. The Rat nodded. "Reason?" Westminster frowned. "My minions said that the demon princess poisoned me. I can't recover from this." "I also heard that the demon princess also moved into the Immortal Emperor Mausoleum. Now, the world is saying that Yingjia is Xiye's concubine. And Baitian is disfigured, so Yingjia will be the first wife sooner or later." Although Zuantianshu was stating this verbally, he was actually thinking in his heart how to make this matter more beneficial to himself. "Yuan'er, you must get Yang Baitian. Remember, only with her can you have the world and this endless source of wealth." Uncle Jiu's words kept echoing in Zuantianshu's mind. There was a dark expression on Westminster's face. (End of this chapter)