Chapter 1151 Mingxiu's Coach
The hermit frowned and looked at Zhou Wen. The more he looked at Zhou Wen, the more familiar he seemed, as if he had seen him somewhere.
But if it was someone he had seen before, the hermit would be very confident in his memory and it would be impossible for him not to remember.
Moreover, being able to be so calm and composed in front of him is something that not everyone can do. After all, the rhythm of his whole body resonates with the heaven and earth. It is impossible for ordinary people to be so relaxed when facing him.
It is even more impossible to forget someone like this.
It’s not the hermit’s fault that he couldn’t recognize Zhou Wen, but because the person who pretended to be Zhou Wen had been slowly changing his temperament, appearance, figure, etc. over the past five years.
Because the changes are accumulated over time, they change imperceptibly, and they are only minor adjustments, which makes people slowly accept that this is how Zhou Wen should feel.
Now that the real Zhou Wen has appeared, coupled with the changes in his appearance and temperament over the past five years, it is actually difficult for others to associate him with "Zhou Wen" unless they are very familiar with him.
The hermit had only seen photos and videos of Zhou Wen before, so he was very perceptive to feel that he was familiar.
"What is your name?" The hermit couldn't tell Zhou Wen's background, nor could he judge from his clothes and the things he had on him, so he asked.
"My name is not important. What is important is who I am," Zhou Wen said.
"Who are you?" the hermit asked again with great patience.
"I'm Mingxiu's coach." Zhou Wen answered seriously.
"So what?" The hermit stared at Zhou Wen, pressing his middle finger on his thumb, and the power secretly gathered between the two fingers.
"So if you came here for Mingxiu, you can go back now." Zhou Wen said.
When Bailier heard Zhou Wen say these words inside, she felt that he must be crazy. With such a tone, it seemed that he did not take the hermit seriously at all, as if as long as he was there, the hermit could not hurt Mingxiu at all.
The hermit's eyes also became sharp. He stared at Zhou Wen coldly and said, "You can ask me to go back, but it depends on whether you are really that important."
As he spoke, the hermit's fingers in his sleeves began to move.
After all, he is one of the four leaders of the Guardian Alliance. If he is scared away by a few words from the other party, how can he gain a foothold in the Guardian Alliance?
However, the hermit had no intention of fighting Zhou Wen head-on. In fact, that was not his specialty.
As the hermit flicked his finger, a particle invisible to the naked eye flew towards Zhou Wen.
The hermit is good at micro-abilities. In this era, many people are pursuing bigger and stronger things. Huge monsters like dragons attract the attention of most people, and they desire to possess such powerful strength.
But the hermit is different. Although he also pursues becoming stronger, what he pursues at the same time is smallness.
"It is often the trivial things that determine strength and weakness." This has always been the hermit's belief, and in fact he has never been wrong.
Relying on micro-powers, the hermit has defeated many powerful opponents. Some of his opponents are no less powerful than him, but even if their strength is equal, micro-powers give him a great advantage.
A force so tiny that it cannot be seen by the fear level, once it enters the body, it can burst out with terrifying power, making it impossible to defend against it.
This microcrystal is so small that it is measured in Ammeters. Even creatures at the fear level may not be able to see its existence because it is too small.
However, if such a small microcrystal really enters the body, or even does not need to enter the body, as long as it is close to Zhou Wen, the power it explodes will be enough to severely damage the fear-level creature.
Although Zhou Wen was just standing casually in front of the door, the Tai Shang Kai Tian Jing, Mahabrahma and Demon God Chronicles were already engraved on the horoscope, but they were not made visible.
The enhanced perception that Mahabrahma brought to Zhou Wen was enough for him to see matter at the quark level. Although the hermit's microcrystals were tiny, they could not escape Zhou Wen's perception.
The microcrystals flew towards Zhou Wen's mouth, and when they tried to get into his mouth, they directly blew his head apart.
Seeing that the microcrystals were already at Zhou Wen's lips, Zhou Wen did not make any move. However, the hermit did not feel happy at all, but instead felt a little uneasy.
The next moment, Zhou Wen opened his mouth, a clown look appeared on his face, and with that weird smile, he actually swallowed the microcrystal.
The hermit felt more and more uneasy, and he retreated quickly and desperately, but it was still too late.
The microcrystal that was swallowed by the clown mask strangely appeared behind him. When he stepped back, he bumped into the microcrystal, and the microcrystal exploded immediately.
Bang!
One of the hermit's arms was blown into a bloody mist. This was because the hermit reacted extremely quickly and controlled the microcrystal, otherwise his entire body would have been blown to pieces.
The hermit covered his bleeding broken arm, turned around and tried to escape without saying a word.
"If you want to die, then keep running." Zhou Wen said lightly, with no intention of chasing the hermit.
The hermit did not run away anymore. He stopped and did not dare to take another step.
"Who gave the order to kill Mingxiu?" Zhou Wen asked.
"There are no orders. Mingxiu is already the enemy of the Guardian Alliance and does not need orders." said the hermit.
"So it's you who want to kill Mingxiu?" Zhou Wen asked again.
"You could say that," the hermit said through gritted teeth.
"Then you stay here and guard Mingxiu. If Mingxiu lives, you live. If Mingxiu dies, you die too, until Mingxiu lets you leave." After Zhou Wen said that, he turned around and went back to the lounge.
Bailier stared blankly at Zhou Wen walking back, as if she had seen a ghost. She couldn't help but take two steps back, feeling a little scared.
She even saw the hermit with the broken arm still standing outside the door. He actually didn't leave and was guarding the door.
"You... who are you?" Bailier looked at Zhou Wen in surprise and finally couldn't help asking.
She didn't see Zhou Wen take action at all. It seemed as if Zhou Wen just stood there and said a few words to the hermit, and one of the hermit's arms suddenly exploded.
Then, because of Zhou Wen's words, the hermit, one of the four kings of the Guardian Alliance, actually stood at the door as a guard, which made her feel like she was living in a dream.
"Mingxiu's coach." Zhou Wen didn't want to say his name because there was another Zhou Wen in the An family.
"You...you..." Bailier kept saying "you" for a long time but couldn't think of what to say. Or maybe she wanted to ask too many questions and didn't know where to start.
She suddenly remembered that Zhou Wen and Yue Du said Mingxiu's swordsmanship was very ordinary. At that time, Bailier thought they were jealous of Mingxiu, but now she suddenly realized that they seemed to be telling the truth.
"Who is he? Is there such a powerful being among humans? I don't seem to see him using the guardian, nor do I see any characteristics of a dimensional creature on him. Could he be a pure-blooded human? Impossible, he can't be a pure-blooded human. He must have hidden himself well and merged with the guardian or dimensional creature, so we can't see it..." Bailier looked at Zhou Wen, then at the hermit standing outside the door. Everything seemed so unreal.
Good night.
(End of this chapter)
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