Chapter 131 Words do not speculate

"You said your son wanted to see you, so we're going to go." Without waiting for Wu Ji to speak, Zheng Feng couldn't stand it at first, "Who do you think you are?" ”

The man glanced at Zheng Feng, ignored it, looked at Wu Ji with his eyes, and made a gesture of please.

"You" Zheng Feng was immediately angry when he saw that this person was actually ignoring him.

"Wait a minute." Just as he was about to say something, he was grabbed by the old man Bao.

"Dare to ask Your Excellency, but you are a member of the Heavenly Demon Sect?" The old man looked at the man, stared at a logo on the man's cuff, and asked with some uncertainty.

The man looked down, did not answer, did not retort, apparently acquiesced.

At this time, Zheng Feng was also silent. It's not that the power of the Heavenly Demon Sect has reached something that is unspeakable.

First, I don't know what the top faction like the Heavenly Demon Sect is looking for Wu Ji at this time, and the second is that if it is other top factions, I really don't want to go, so I push it, but the Heavenly Demon Sect is different, the Mighty Dart Bureau is within the sphere of influence of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and not long ago, it had a little to do with the Mighty Dart Bureau, which has to make people think deeply.

"Please, don't keep Childe waiting." The man urged.

"It's fine." The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, and now they want others to ask themselves to go for what, it is tantamount to asking for fish in the wood, and if you go, all the truth will be revealed.

"Please." Wu Ji followed the man freely.

The meeting place was not far from the Dao platform, and the man took Wu Ji for a while, turned a few corners, and stopped in front of a stone staircase.

"You go up, Childe is waiting for you above."

Wu Ji did not hesitate, nodded, and climbed the stairs.

After a while, he saw a man sitting with his back to him in a pavilion, and he didn't get up and turn around when he heard footsteps.

Wu Ji didn't care either, after all, he was a disciple of the top sect, and he was a member of the Heavenly Demon Sect, if he stood up to greet him like he didn't quit the breeze, Wu Ji would still wonder if there was some conspiracy.

Walking into the pavilion, Wu Ji recognized the person in front of him.

Wasn't it when the old man Bao introduced the celebrities on the Dragon and Tiger List, who was Jiang Qianqiu, the Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Sect, who he had paid special attention to.

"It turned out that Jiang Shengzi wanted to see me, I don't know what advice I have?" Wu Ji sat down directly in front of Jiang Qianqiu and asked straight to the point.

Jiang Qianqiu raised his eyebrows, unimpressed. Frankly speaking, he wouldn't have noticed Wu Ji, but Wu Ji's performance on the Dragon and Tiger list was really amazing, defeating Lu Bin, Ying Tiancheng, Situ Yuqin and other famous disciples one after another, it was difficult not to notice him.

In particular, Wu Ji is still a disciple of the Mighty Dart Bureau, and the Mighty Dart Bureau is within the scope of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

In fact, even so, after all, the mighty dart game is just a Zhou Tong who barely breaks through the first-class master, and it can attract his attention.

But as it happened, when the Mighty Dart Bureau and the Qingshi Dojo competed, Cheng Yanjin, who was killed halfway, was his follower, and after he came back, he mentioned the names of the Mighty Dart Bureau and Wu Ji, which gave him a slight impression.

Originally, this impression was like a breeze blowing across the lake, rippling and then calm, but this time Wu Ji's performance on the Dragon and Tiger List was like a dark horse, so he moved his mind to see Wu Ji.

"You're good." After Jiang Qianqiu took a sip of the teacup on the table, he finally raised his head and glanced at Wu Ji with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"Jiang Shengzi has won the prize." Wu Ji didn't know what Jiang Qianqiu was looking for him, so he chatted with each other.

"You're too modest." Jiang Qianqiu leisurely pointed to a few plants growing on the edge of the cliff outside the pavilion, "What can be seen by me Jiang Qianqiu must at least be above the white clouds." ”

"Huh." Wu Ji chuckled lightly and did not speak.

It's just that I can't help but feel sick in my heart, so that someone who can be seen by me Jiang Qianqiu must at least be above that white cloud. This hand 13 is too forced.

In particular, he elevated himself to the pavilion, sat and watched the wind and clouds, and pointed out the country, which had the feeling of being a chessboard and stars as a child.

"Your name is Wu Ji, right, the pattern of the mighty dart game is too small, and there is a lack of someone by my side, so you might as well follow me." Jiang Qianqiu said lightly.

That kind of look seems to have given Wu Ji a great favor, and he didn't mean to ask Wu Ji at all, it seems that Wu Ji should bow his head immediately.

"Thank you, Holy Son, for being able to afford it. But I think the game is pretty good. Wu Ji said lightly, but there was no room for maneuver in his voice, "Besides, I have no interest in being a lackey for others!" ”

"Oh, really?" Jiang Qianqiu's original expression with a hint of appreciation dimmed, and there was also a hint of chill in his eyes, and he said lightly, "I'm not used to being rejected. Are you sure what you're saying? ”

No one likes to be rejected, especially people like Jiang Qianqiu, who are used to saying the same thing, but now they are actually rejected by someone like Wu Ji who usually doesn't bother to take a look.

Wu Ji sneered, the disciples of these top sects are all gentle and elegant on the surface, humble and polite, but there are very few who are really like the breeze and do not quit, usually it is okay, once someone is not as good as they want, the pride in their bones cannot be concealed.

"I'm sure of everything I say." Wu Ji said calmly, then glanced at Jiang Qianqiu meaningfully and said, "Even His Majesty doesn't dare to say when it is a golden rule, so the Holy Son is still used to being rejected." ”

As soon as Wu Ji's voice fell, the atmosphere of the entire pavilion suddenly stiffened.

Jiang Qianqiu didn't speak, his face was calm, looking at the undulating white clouds outside the pavilion, and his fingers knocked on the stone table one by one.

"I hope you won't regret your words today." After a while, Jiang Qianqiu finally spoke.

"There is no regret medicine in the world, so I will never regret my decision." Wu Ji said expressionlessly.

The wine is less than a thousand glasses, and the words are not speculative for more than half a sentence.

With all that said, there is nothing to continue.

Wu Ji stood up, arched his hand and said, "If there is nothing else, I will leave below." After speaking, without waiting for Jiang Qianqiu to answer, he turned around and left.

Just like when Wu Ji came, after he left, Jiang Qianqiu didn't react at all.

"Holy Son, why didn't you let me teach him a lesson just now, this kid is too unelevated." At this moment, the man who had led the way before walked in and said to Jiang Qianqiu respectfully.

"Forget it, now is not the time." Li Chen waved his hand.

"Isn't it time?" The man frowned, a little confused.