I’m Really An Outsider

"Um?"

Luo Zhoujun was stunned for a moment.

It reacted very quickly.

Over the past few days, he has been putting the Spirit Stones in his pocket, just to avoid missing them.

After all, they have agreed to the three Elders, no matter how they say they must be done.

Luo Zhoujun is not the kind of person who doesn't believe in words.

He took out the Spirit Stones, and saw the white light emitting from the stones.

According to Three Elder, Jun Luo put the stone between his brows.

Hum!

Suddenly, an astonishing suction force came and poured into his mind.

Lord Luo Huang only felt a whirl of heaven and earth, and then his soul seemed to be drawn out.

This feeling is uncomfortable.

Really, it's more disgusting than eating shit.

The next moment, a white light flashed in front of him, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he had come to an empty plain.

"Where is this place? It's amazing, right? I suddenly appeared in another piece of space, just like a fucking traversal!"

Luo Zhoujun looked at his illusory self and exclaimed.

He has never encountered such a thing.

He presented himself in the form of a spiritual body, just like an illusory soul.

What he didn't know was that this place was called the Spirit Gathering Space.

It is a spiritual space created by many powerful people. You must hold the Spirit Stones to enter it.

Many cultivators will spend a high price to obtain Spirit Stones to get here.

Because you can learn from many cultivators here, even if the soul is killed, it will not be Death in the true sense.

Will only be forced to be forced out of the Spirit Gathering Space.

But the body in the real world will also suffer backlash, or even be severely injured.

According to the instructions of Spirit Stones, Luo Zhoujun came all the way to a great canyon.

At this moment, tens of thousands of people have gathered here, and the voices are full.

Everyone is discussing one thing, that is the battle between the School of Ink Painting and Qin Yin Gu!

"Have you heard that today is the final decisive battle between the two major forces, and I don't know who will die!"

"Hehe, according to the gossip, the School of Ink Painting has invited a mysterious strong man to subdue the little king of Qinyingu!"

"Really, it seems that this person has extraordinary strength, and I don't know which one is strong, maybe he is a powerful prince!"

"In my opinion, Qin Yingu is difficult."

Everyone talked a lot, they were discussing the background of both sides, and some even opened the market on the spot, which attracted a lot of people to place bets at a time.

"Huh! No matter who it is, the little king of Qin Yin Valley, defeat him!"

At this moment, a group of people came into the air from a distance.

They are uniformly dressed in blue, with a musical note embroidery on the corner of their clothes.

The leader is a 15 or 16 years old, grandiose, grandiose, and arrogant young man.

Especially in his pair of sharp eyes, between the opening and closing, there was a gleam of divine light, which made people shudder.

He is the thousand-year-old Qin Dao genius of Qin Yin Gu, known as the little king!

"So strong!"

When many people saw this, they exclaimed, and subconsciously stepped back, not daring to look at the little king.

"This group of rubbish in the School of Ink and Wash, I can't fight it by myself, but I still have the face to invite people. Today I will let them know who is the strongest person in the wasteland. No matter who they invite, I will let them today. He left on his knees!"

The little heavenly king scanned the crowd and gave a cold voice.

Luo Zhoujun, who was not far away, glanced at him.

To be honest, he was a little unhappy in his heart.

Grandma's legs, you're too fucking pretending to be beeping.

If you open your mouth and shut your mouth, let me leave on my knees. How can this little boy in the world of cultivating immortals pretend to be better than those old men.

Jun Luo spit a few words in his heart.

Don't look at Xiaotianwang's skill in his mouth, in fact, Lord Luo Huang is not at all false.

No matter how much he can blow, he is still a kid after all.

Above the valley, San Elder didn't bother to pay attention to the little king, letting him pretend to beep.

As for what the little king said, the three Elder directly ignored it.

This kid still doesn't know how good senior is, and how much he wears now, it hurts when he falls in a while.

He frowned, scanned around, anxiously looking for the figure of senior.

"I hope the senior will not forget it."

Three Elder murmured anxiously.

Luo Zhoujun walked into the valley and scanned a few times before he found three Elders among the crowd.

He shouted quickly.

"Three Elder!"

The voice is not loud, but with three Elder's Cultivation Base and his familiarity with senior's voice, he suddenly turned his head back.

Upon seeing this, Elder looked overjoyed.

"Quickly, follow me to meet senior!"

Before that, San Elder had already spoken to the senior officials of the School of Ink and Wash.

This time, the senior, the legendary immortal powerhouse, helped the School of Ink and Wash Painting. He also asked them some precautions.

When everyone heard it, the heart beat inexplicably quickly, and trot over with the three Elders.

"Senior!"

"See senior..."

Headed by three Elder, everyone shouted respectfully.

It just made them a little puzzled, San Elder didn't mean that senior was full of thoughts and spirits.

There is nothing, and the soul is so weak and illusory, it looks like an ordinary master.

Three Elder glared at the crowd and said in secret.

"You know what a fart, senior has a lot of opportunities, and I don't know how many shocking things need senior to host. Senior can come and help us, that is a blessing in the fortunate, naturally it is impossible to go there in person.

In my opinion, this should be just a breath of senior, so it is so illusory.

Is it possible that you still dare to question senior? "

As soon as this remark came out, everyone shuddered.

This is an immortal powerhouse, who dares to question?

"Haha, you don't need to be so cautious, let's start now."

Luo Zhoujun smiled and said.

He blushed a little.

You know, the people in front of him are all the cultivators from the School of Ink and Wash Painting.

But they are so respectful to themselves.

What a shame.

He has already thought about it, and today, no matter what, he will help the School of Ink and Wash.

Hearing this, the dean of the School of Ink and Wash was shocked.

It seems that Elder knows more about senior.

Sure enough, the senior has a lot of opportunities and can't wait to go to war, thinking about a quick fight and a quick decision.

Think about it, this level of battle, in the eyes of seniors, is just like playing, a waste of time.

"Well, everything depends on senior."

The dean nodded.

Da da da!

At this moment, the people from Qin Yingu also came over.

Little Heavenly King raised his eyelids and glanced at Luo Huangjun casually, and asked in a haughty and contemptuous tone.

"Are you a helper for the School of Ink Painting?"

Such an illusory soul, a faint breath.

There is no such thing as a strong man's aura, this is clearly an ordinary master.

It seems that the School of Ink Painting has become a dead horse doctor, and has completely given up.

"I am."

Luo Zhoujun nodded.

"What! He is the strong man invited by the School of Ink and Wash Painting?"

"No, such an illusory soul, he didn't come to be funny."

"Hey, it seems that the School of Ink Painting has completely given up. Even if this battle is defeated, they have reason to shirk."

Everyone talked a lot.

"Then hurry up and die, I will crush your soul with my own hands, and let you know that not every cat or dog can challenge me!"

The little heavenly king gave a cold cry.

Click!

Luo Hongjun clenched his fists.

The clay figurines still have three points of anger, let alone him.

"If I won't beat your ass into eight flaps for a while, I won't be called Luo Huangjun."

Snapped!

He took out the xylophone that had already been prepared in one hand, and waited on him with the little heavenly king.

The moment the Qin was held in his hand, Luo Zhoujun's aura was different.

Although his soul is still ethereal, his temperament is extremely outstanding, as if he was banished to the world, he has an indescribable charm.

He carved this xylophone overnight.

The strings are woven from the wool of the Four Treasures.

That is the little Qilin who was brought back by Lord Luo Zhou not long ago.

I have to say that although Sibaozi sleeps all day except for eating, Mao is quite easy to use.

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