I’m Really An Outsider

After Qing Dalong and Zhu Xiaofeng left, Luo Zhoujun trot all the way to the kitchen.

He is most concerned about his own matsutake and wolfberry soup.

No way, it's a matter of whether you can practice or not.

"Dage, please, I must heal my dead veins so that I can practice, I beg you."

Speaking of the end, Luo Zhoujun's voice turned into pleading.

People who have not experienced this kind of suffering will not understand his current mood.

In the world of cultivating immortals, he is a waste person.

I can only watch others flying in the air all day, but I can only walk with my legs.

This is simply torture.

After cooling the matsutake and wolfberry soup, Luo Zhoujun stared at him.

If he remembers well, Qing Yu's master at that time only drank this before he recovered.

"Life and death are destiny, riches and honors are in the sky, let the Lord charge!"

Luo Zhoujun gave a low voice, picked up the matsutake and wolfberry soup and drank it.

Guru! Guru!

In just ten seconds, he drank the whole pot.

Luo Zhoujun quickly sat in the Lotus Position as the cultivator did.

Lucky Dantian!

Walk around!

"Xiuxianjie, prepare to welcome your emperor!"

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"No, what's the matter?"

"Why don't I feel at all?

Brother, give me a face, right? "

Luo Zhoujun spent a long time working hard, but he didn't see the slightest change in himself.

"Gan!"

Jun Luo Zhou yelled and jumped up angrily.

Damn, the power of a good medicine is amazing.

How is this going.

I drank so much, not a single fart.

It seems to be in response to Luo Junjun's words.

His ass couldn't help but let out a fart.

It smells so bad.

Cang Dang!

It was the sound of an iron pan hitting the ground heavily, and it was accompanied by the sound of Luo Huangjun gritting his teeth.

"This immortal, it doesn't matter if you don't repair it!"

Back to the teahouse.

Don't say that Luo Yunjun is too melancholy.

Hey...

Why is that? Immortals can't be repaired, and the paintings are still not admirable.

To be honest, it was quite a blow.

"No, I have clearly awakened my talent for painting. Logically speaking, I should paint well. Why on earth do they look down on it?"

Luo Zhoujun thought for a long time, and felt that Qing Dalong and Zhu Xiaofeng could not understand the painting.

After all, personal preferences are different.

"It is said that cultivator likes to repair swords. If I draw a sword, then next time I meet them, won't I be able to make a formidable pit?"

Thinking of this, Luo Junjun did what he said.

"The sword is sharp, but Zhu Xian, the ancient Zhu Xian sword."

Luo Zhoujun sketched on the drawing paper, thinking of the appearance of Zhuxianjian in his mind.

In his last life, he had read a lot of Fantasy novels, and he couldn't be more clear about the appearance of Zhu Xianjian.

"Ding!"

Suddenly, an electronic sound rang in Ye Feng's mind.

"Painting talent is open!"

Hearing the system's voice, Luo Zhoujun was still Gujing waveless, without any reaction.

His movements are fast, and the prototype of the sword is quickly completed, followed by dizzying details.

Just as he was painting, a yin wind suddenly swept from the door, which made Luo Qianjun unstoppable and shocked.

"Dammit, it's dying in the heat this day, how come there is such a bitter wind, it's really strange."

Luo Zhoujun curled his lips, but didn't take it to heart.

Outside the teahouse, a phantom flickered quickly, coming straight to Lord Luo Zhou.

It was a lonely wild ghost, just the ghost that flew in the poor city not long ago.

"Okay, what a perfect body, what a pure soul, it really won't kill me, I finally found the right Lord!"

The voice of the lonely wild ghost is shrill and hoarse, which is chilling.

But because he is a ghost, the voice of his speech is inaudible to ordinary people.

Only the cultivator can hear and see.

Whoosh!

The lonely wild ghost was like a starving ghost reborn, with blood red eyes, and came straight to Lord Luo Zhou to devour his soul and seize his body.

"Ding! Passively call the wind and call the rain to turn on!"

The sound of the system suddenly sounded.

This shocked Jun Luo, who was engrossed, and he couldn't wait to scold the system a few words.

Do you know that this will scare people to death.

"A...ball..."

The lonely wild ghost struck at full speed, brought a yin wind, rushed into Luo Zhoujun's body, and he couldn't help but sneezed.

At the same time, the passive talent bursts out!

boom!

Ye Feng's sneezing sound resounded through the sky like the sound of a great road.

There were gusts of wind blowing between the sky and the earth, and the endless Taoism centered on the poor city, spreading across the entire continent, sweeping across all directions.

In an instant, the vegetation of the entire continent skyrocketed, the Spiritual Qi skyrocketed, and even the curse of the sinful land was wiped out under the Tao.

"What is that, how can there be such a terrifying Taoism, could it be that a god descended to the world?"

An old Sacred Monster who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years has only the last few Blood Qi left. It will never leave the gate until the crisis of Sacred Gate’s birthday.

But he was startled by this Heavenly Dao intention, kicked open the coffin lid and walked out of it.

His two eyeballs are like two rounds of blazing sun, dazzling, piercing straight into the depths of the sky.

Where, the infinite Taoism gathered and landed in the world.

The holy gate old monster didn't hesitate at all, and absorbed the Taoism by large means and absorbed it into the body.

A magical scene appeared. Originally, he only had a few traces of Blood Qi left, but at this time, Que had doubled it several times.

"Okay, what a terrifying Taoism, this is the Taoism of the immortal!"

The holy gate old monster said in shock.

"This...this meaning contains great Magic power, and it also contains Heavenly Dao Spiritual Qi. Could someone ascend Immortal Ascension?"

An emperor-level powerhouse exclaimed.

Sin!

This is a fairy!

There has been no Immortal Ascension in the Profound Sky Continent for millions of years.

"Quickly, summon all the disciples of the whole sect, come out immediately, kneel on the ground, and pray for the true immortal to pray for blessings and give Dao Yi!"

"Hahaha... the sky does not kill me, when Qi Deviation, there is a real fairy blessing, and giving me a helping hand!"

"God, such a strong Taoism, even if it only absorbs a trace, it is infinitely useful!"

At this moment, the entire Profound Sky Continent was boiling, maddened by the appearance of Taoism.

Go up to the great emperor who is standing on the top of the mainland, and down to the little cultivator who has just practiced.

At this time, all staring at the sky, fully absorbed the Tao's meaning.

"Qing Dalong, look, it's senior who is showing his power!"

Zhu Xiaofeng exclaimed.

"What to look at, there is a chance in this voice, don't hurry up to practice, hurry up and refine it!"

Qing Dalong hurriedly shouted, sitting in Lotus Position.

"This, what's going on, why did senior suddenly make a move?"

"Wow! Jun Jun Big Brother is amazing!"

In the backyard, Yu Keke and Qingyu opened their mouths wide, and looked at the Dao Yi rising from the sky above the teahouse in disbelief.

The violent Taoism pouring out like the water of Tianhe, and instantly swept the entire poor city.

In just an instant, the ghost that flew by before in the city turned into ashes!

Although the outside world is turbulent, Lord Luo Huang in the inn doesn't even know that so many things have happened, and is still immersed in the painting.

Endless Taoism came out of Luo Zhoujun's body, making him look like a peerless immortal.

The lonely wild ghost killed by Lord Luo Zhou was shrouded in Taoism before he got close to Lord Luo.

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