Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

Chapter 141 Street Performer Girl, Divine Doctor Su Ying (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"What alliance leader?"

"Leader of the Martial Arts Alliance!"

"Martial arts world? What?"

"Leader of the Martial Arts Alliance!"

"What kind of master is Wu?"

"Young hero, leader of the martial arts alliance."

Wei Wu chuckled and said, "What business is it of mine if you choose your own martial arts alliance leader?"

He turned to look at Tie Xinlan, crossed his arms, and said nonchalantly, "I just came to see some beauties to cleanse my eyes. I can't be bothered with your so-called alliance leader election."

Jiang Biehe was somewhat embarrassed. Hua Wuque, Xiaoyuer, and Tie Xinlan had just disrupted the wedding banquet of the Minister of War's daughter, making a fool of the Minister of War's family and their scumbag son-in-law. This led to the Jinyiwei's Tantiantandi being ordered to arrest the three, which is why they came to him, hoping to suppress the three at this martial arts conference.

In terms of martial arts, although Hua Wuque is young, he is much more skilled than the old-school martial artists, and naturally, he is not someone that a few Jinyiwei guards can deal with.

He had originally intended to outwit Wei Wu, but seeing Wei Wu's extraordinary abilities and unbridled behavior, he immediately conceived the idea of ​​using someone else to do his dirty work.

But to everyone's surprise, Wei Wu didn't fall for it!

Hearing that Wei Wu had no interest in choosing the martial arts alliance leader, the crowd surrounding Jiang Biehe breathed a sigh of relief. While not everyone present was particularly interested in the position, about eight out of ten were. The sudden appearance of such a formidable opponent was unsettling for everyone, but thankfully, he had no such ambition.

Gan!

Why do we fight tooth and nail for things that others look down on?

The remaining sect leaders looked at each other, all seeing the embarrassment and reluctance in each other's eyes: This damn alliance leader, let's not bother with him!

Only Tie Xinlan was intrigued. She stepped forward, her large, clear eyes fixed on Wei Wu, and asked, "Are you really not going to vie for the title of Martial Arts Alliance Leader?"

Wei Wu chuckled lightly. "What kind of bullshit is 'Martial Arts Alliance Leader'? What truly commands the martial world isn't some martial arts alliance leader's token or title, but martial arts skills!"

He clenched his fist and swung it into the distance. A gust of wind swept past, shattering the floor into dust, which landed on the wall and flipped the entire wall into several pieces.

"With my strength, even if you're not the leader of the martial arts alliance, ask them, who would dare disobey me?"

Tie Xinlan's gaze swept over the unnatural expressions of the various sect leaders, and a complex expression appeared on her beautiful face, a mixture of confusion as her values ​​clashed with reality.

"Is strength really that important?" Tie Xinlan murmured to herself.

Wei Wu became increasingly certain that something was wrong with this martial arts world. It had the kind of behavior that female-oriented novels had, where "reputation is more important than strength," and the kind of brain-deprived beauty that said, "Even if he has an army of 800,000, I am an emperor without real power. I can wipe out his entire family with a single imperial edict."

He extended his hand to Tie Xinlan and said, "When you don't have enough strength, you have to consider reputation, status, and friendship. When you have strength, you only need to consider one thing."

That is, whether you feel comfortable or not.

"Come with me, and I'll teach you a martial arts technique. In three months at most, you'll be able to dominate this martial world."

Tie Xinlan was swayed by what she was being said, her breathing became rapid, and she reached out to place her hand on Wei Wu's hand.

But just then, Little Fish whispered from the crowd, "Could there really be such a strange martial art? Iron Girl, be careful not to run into a swindler!"

Then, changing her voice, she said, "Yeah, yeah, be careful he doesn't trick you. Things you wouldn't dare do in public, you'll easily expose when you're alone with someone! Then you'll lose both your money and your lover—"

Dressed in white, Hua Wuque, who looked as cold as if he had a stoic expression, also stretched out his folding fan to block Tie Xinlan's hand at this moment, "You became the leader of the martial arts alliance to find your father, not to roam the martial arts world."

Tie Xinlan withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted, her wavering expression hardening once more, and she echoed, "Yes, I am here to find my father, Tie Ruyun, so I am determined to obtain the position of martial arts alliance leader—"

Before she could finish saying "I have," Tie Xinlan was tapped on the forehead by Wei Wu, the pain causing her to immediately fill with tears. She glared angrily at Wei Wu.

Wei Wu shook his head and said, "He's hopeless."

He looked at Hua Wuque and said, "You think you're powerful? You think you have a background? What good is that? The martial world isn't about human relationships, it's all about fighting and killing!"

""

As Wei Wu spoke and laughed, he reached out his hand.

Hua Wuque's expression changed, and he swung his folding fan down with lightning speed.

But Wei Wu's hand still gripped his wrist, twisting it once and twice, like a tiger climbing a mountain, easily reaching his shoulder and forcing him to kneel on the ground.

His arms were limp and hanging down like noodles, and he was sweating profusely from the pain. Although he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound, he was trembling all over and his face was flushed red.

Wei Wu smiled at Tie Xinlan and said, "Look, I have the ability. I don't need to care who his master is or who stands behind him. If I'm happy, I'll spare his dog's life; if I'm not happy, I'll tear off his head."

"If you want to find your father's whereabouts, killing him is much easier than searching for him."

Tie Xinlan was clearly more concerned about Hua Wuque's life or death. While anxiously wanting to approach him, she hesitated, wary of Wei Wu, and dared not take a step. She could only grit her teeth and say, "I can go with you, but you must release Hua Wuque first!"

"—Sigh, I meant well in teaching you, but you just don't understand."

Wei Wu tossed Hua Wuque into the crowd and waved his hand, saying, "This is boring."

He turned away without looking at Tie Xinlan, and too lazy to even glance at the dead and wounded martial artists. He walked out the door with his hands behind his back, saying, "With their minds full of love and romance, do they even deserve to be called martial artists?"

Wei Wu felt this world was meaningless; it lacked both martial arts prowess and beautiful women.

Ok?

beauty!

Not far away on the street, a pretty young girl was performing for money. Her voice was clear and melodious, and although she was slender, what attracted Wei Wu the most were her eyes, which were big, bright, and expressive, as if they could speak.

Wei Wu came to this world mainly for "playing around," so when he saw such a handsome figure, he naturally had to go up and take a picture.

Although the "Martial Arts Tournament" nearby attracted many martial arts enthusiasts, this woman was beautiful, had a melodious voice, and although the stories she told were plain, her eyes seemed to electrify, which also attracted many people.

The more people came, the happier the girl became, and the more energetically she performed her clapper talk.

However, the woman next to her, who was wrapped up tightly, was not so enthusiastic. Her movements became slower and slower until finally, the two clappers fell from her hands, and she fell to the ground.

"mother!"

The girl's expression changed drastically, and she quickly stepped forward to support her mother. However, due to her haste, the black cloth covering the woman's face fell off, revealing a sickly-looking face.

Seeing that the woman's expression was off, the crowd lost all interest in watching the spectacle and scattered with a "whoosh," leaving only Wei Wu and a few others to watch.

Wei Wu, still harboring the idea of ​​becoming a "medical master," went straight up to take the woman's pulse. Little did he know that another golden thread had wrapped around the woman's wrist.

Following the gold thread, one could see a woman with her hair tied in loose braids, bangs framing her forehead, and dressed appropriately. She had clear features and a faint medicinal scent emanated from her.

The two men took each other's pulses at the same time, and then stopped at the same time.

The woman said gracefully, "My name is Su Ying. May I ask what tricks this gentleman has figured out?"

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