Let’s Talk About That Guy Who Transmigrated to Pursue Me

Wen Xuan couldn't help laughing with anger when he heard this. He knew that Luo Qingquan would report to this narrow-mindedness, but he didn't expect him to report to this point.

This annoyance was partly because of the unfair treatment the junior fellow received, and partly because of his disappointment with Luo Qingquan.

"Junior Brother Luo, are you so careless with an outside junior?" Wen Xuan asked.

"He alone is naturally not worthy of my care. But he is talking nonsense outside. If he doesn't teach me a lesson, the others in the Zongmen think that I can't be defeated, how can it be good?" Luo Qingquan Sneered, "Or, if you are willing to intercede for him, you just need to admit that you lost to me in front of the whole sect, and I can let him go."

Only then did Wen Xuan understand. Luo Qingquan wasn't actually arguing with that foreign junior, but with him.

He sighed, shook his head, and glanced at the Outer Sect Junior Brother who was still held in the middle. That Junior Brother was obviously already a little frightened by the battle, his whole body was trembling, but his face was still stiff, clenching his teeth tightly, and looking at Wen Xuan, his eyes showed a kind of yearning and expectation. , As if believed that Wen Xuan could call the shots for him.

"Junior Brother Sun," Wen Xuan still remembered his surname, "what do you think?"

This junior surnamed Sun was agitated, and he didn't even shake for a moment, and his face brightened a bit, "Brother, don't worry about me! What should I do, don't just bow to Senior Brother Luo casually!"

Wen Xuan couldn't help but smiled, "Even if you will be kicked out of the sect because of me?"

Junior Brother Sun was stunned for a moment, and his face gradually turned pale, as if he had only then recalled his situation. After a long while, he gritted his teeth fiercely, "I believe brother."

"Good!" Wen Xuan sighed with his palm, feeling a little proud in his heart because of the touch brought by this trust.

Jian Jian sank a face behind him, looking very upset at the surname Sun.

"Junior Brother Luo, in that case, I will take over this battle." Wen Xuan said again, "There are two things, I want to talk to you first."

Luo Qingquan folded his hands behind him, "You said."

"First of all, our victory or defeat should not determine Junior Sun's stay or stay. This is unfair to him." Wen Xuan said, "You are not qualified to take this bet for our victory."

"I knew you would say that." Luo Qingquan snorted coldly. "But for one thing, he personally said that he believes in you. Even if he asks if he wants to use this to bet on our victory or defeat, I think he is willing Yes. If you don't believe me, just ask now?"

Wen Xuan would not really ask. If you really ask, it will only force that Junior Brother Sun can't get off the stage.

"Second rule, if this is not the case, I really can't swallow this breath." Luo Qingquan said viciously, then tilted his head to the side artificially, "Brother, what do you think should be done?"

"It's also fortunate that you can find these reasons." Wen Xuan sighed helplessly, frowning deeper and deeper.

Luo Qingquan knew he must have something to say and waited patiently.

And Wen Xuan thought for a while, and really said, "The big deal, if I lose to you, I will take the ten slaps for him."

Luo Qingquan's eyes lit up, but he still asked with accent, "Do you smoke yourself?"

Wen Xuan glanced at him, "If you really want to relieve your anger, you can just let you smoke!"

Luo Qingquan slammed the folding fan in his hand, and could no longer contain the excitement in his heart, "Is this true?"

Before Wen Xuan could answer, he simply grabbed his sleeves behind him, "Brother! Never!"

Before the bet was spinning around that Junior Brother Sun, Jian had been watching coldly. At this moment, seeing Wen Xuan about to take his head, he suddenly became anxious.

Luo Qingquan gave Jian a dissatisfied look, "Who is this again?"

"The younger brother I met recently." Wen Xuan took a look behind him, then turned around and said, "Junior brother Jian, don't worry, I was looking for someone to try the knife."

Simple to understand what he meant. After Wen Xuan got the magic sword embryo, his strength should have risen again, but he hadn't found someone to fight well. The fight with Qin Shiyu also came to an abrupt end. It was indeed necessary to find someone to try the sword. But when I heard that Wen Xuan put forward a new bet, I still felt irritated.

His throat moved and he was about to continue to persuade him, but he saw someone coming from afar.

This time it is a couple. The woman was in front, wearing a blue-and-white shirt, but because of that glamorous face, she gave people a sense of agility and enthusiasm. The man was behind, with his forehead slightly lowered, which looked a bit old and solid in comparison.

"Brother Wen, Brother Luo!" The woman stepped forward, "What are you doing?"

Her name is Zhang Xiaoqing, and she is the darling disciple of the head Ji Ziang, a very much loved figure in the Shuiyun Sect. The one behind her is Shi Buhui, her junior, who is also good, but because of his temperament, he is not as eye-catching as her, and loves to follow her all day long.

"Sister Zhang..." As soon as Luo Qingquan saw this Xiaoqing, his arrogance was half gone, but he seemed a little at a loss.

Wen Xuan couldn't help feeling funny, and took the initiative to say to Zhang Xiaoqing, "That's it. We feel that the last test was not perfect, and we are discussing something to compare next day."

Zhang Xiaoqing understood as soon as she heard it, her nose wrinkled, "Brother Luo must be the trouble again."

As she said, she turned her head and said, "Brother Luo, you should also be a little considerate of Brother Wen. Where does he have time to accompany you all day long?"

This made Luo Qingquan a big hit. But he couldn't bear the tone even more, "How can this be a nonsense? Now it is rumored in the outer door that I can't win the match. What's wrong with another match? Besides, the brothers have agreed!"

"You are reasonable." Zhang Xiaoqing said this in a childish tone, and then sighed helplessly, "Brother Wen, do you really want to fight with him?"

"Naturally." Wen Xuan said, "I have to thank Junior Brother Luo for giving me this opportunity to regain a city."

"It's good to have you!" Luo Qingquan smiled triumphantly, "Unfortunately you are just dreaming."

Zhang Xiaoqing shook her head helplessly, "In that case, I happen to be here, so let me be your witness."

Wen Xuan nodded, "Then it will be three days later, and I will bother Junior Sister Zhang to host it."

"Three days?" Luo Qingquan frowned.

"Unfortunately, I still have important things." After Wen Xuan finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Xiaoqing again, "I happen to have something to report to the head."

"Is something important? What are you waiting for!" Zhang Xiaoqing stepped back quickly, "Come with me, I will take you to see my master."

Wen Xuan still has things to solve first. He said to Luo Qingquan, "Can I release Junior Brother Sun now?"

If it was normal, Luo Qingquan would definitely have to fight with him, but now Zhang Xiaoqing was there, Luo Qingquan just waved his hand and let him go.

That Junior Brother Sun obviously had already weakened his legs, and just as soon as the people on both sides let go, he staggered.

Wen Xuan hurriedly went over to hold the person, and helped him all the way to Jian Jian, "Jiang Brother Jian, you will take care of this Junior Brother Sun..." He paused in the middle of the conversation.

Only then did he realize that Jian Jian's face had been dark as a pot for some reason.

Simply pursing his lips, without speaking, he silently took the younger brother Sun over, "Don't worry, brother, I will take good care of him."

Wen Xuan was worried, thinking that there was something wrong with Jian, and reaching out to touch his forehead, Jian suddenly stepped back.

Zhang Xiaoqing is already urging over there, "Brother, what are you still doing?"

Wen Xuan shook his head, and had to follow Zhang Xiaoqingshi to leave first. As soon as they left, Luo Qingquan also walked away, and the others around also dispersed.

Then Junior Brother Sun was able to stand firm a little now. Simply shake the person to the side of the road and leave without looking back.

Junior Brother Sun still remembered that Wen Xuan had handed himself over to Jianyi to take care of him. He hurriedly followed and asked curiously along the way, "This... Junior Brother Jian? I think you are familiar with Senior Brother, how did you meet?"

Jiji endured him all the way, and went straight back to his room without saying a word.

The door was not closed, and Sun followed in, "Brother, he..."

He simply slapped the door, closed the door and kicked the person to the ground, "Senior brother, did you call it?"

This person was at a loss for a moment, "Should be called...Brother Wen?"

Jian Jian's complexion was slightly calm, and he took the soles of his feet off the opponent's chest. Sun didn't dare to provoke him anymore, and he silently found a corner and squatted.

"How did you meet brother?" Jian Jian suddenly asked.

Mr. Sun suddenly became interested and talked about all the care and help that Wen Xuan had brought him two years ago. In the end, he concluded, "Brother Wen is really a good person! It is the same for us outsiders. Good!"

It’s all the same to us juniors...

Jian Jian clenched his fists silently.

He really doesn't like to listen to this, but it is just a fact. He thought Wen Xuan was good to him, but Wen Xuan was just as good to any outside junior.

"However..." Jian said with a curl of his lips, "We outside juniors are not as good as his real juniors."

This is about Zhang Xiaoqing and the others. Whether Luo Qingquan came out to block the way or Zhang Xiaoqing came out to save the scene, as long as Wen Xuan started talking to them, there was no room for even interruption. A few of them are in the same circle, and they are not easy to get in.

Simply unwilling to discover that even Luo Qingquan and Wen Xuan were actually closer to him than to himself.

This unwillingness is like a jar of vinegar, full of sour gas, waiting to erupt at any time.

"But you will always find out." Jian Jian murmured again.