I’m Really An Outsider

Luo Qianjun rubbed his hands with a numb scalp.

At a glance, the sky is full of flying people.

There is no doubt that these people are cultivators.

But this is too much, he roughly counted it, there were probably thousands of people.

If it is normal, five immortal cultivators can appear in the poor city at once, that would be the top of the sky.

But now there are so many at once.

Damn it.

They will not be the cultivator of a certain Sect.

With so many people coming out at once, this is a trend for decisive battles.

Thinking of this, Luo Zhoujun turned around and left without any hesitation.

He is an ordinary master. If he enters the Sect battle in the cultivator world, he will be killed in seconds without scoring a minute.

Just as Luo Zhoujun just turned around, a black phantom suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Fuck! What the hell, scared Daddy!"

Luo Zhoujun jumped up all over.

He fixed his eyes, and everyone was stupid.

Isn't this the fucking sickle? Isn't it at home? When did it run out?

Also, when will this guy fly?

The truth is weird, why there are so many inexplicable things recently.

When Magic Weapon saw Luo Junjun, he was so excited.

He swayed hard in front of Luo Zhoujun twice.

Thinking for a while, senior pointed out himself, maybe he could break through to the fairy weapon level with good luck.

After all, this kind of thing hasn't been seen before.

From Moqi's point of view, senior can do it in minutes.

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Luo Zhoujun looked at it and didn't know why.

Is this guy an amazing Magical Item?

It's not to blame Luo Junjun to think so. In his impression, only the very awesome Magical Item can fly in the air.

And the magic weapon can do it, doesn't it prove it.

In addition, the kitchen knives and fire sticks in the previous teahouses were always inexplicably dropped everywhere.

Luo Zhoujun guessed that the sickle must have done it.

And it is now dangling in front of him again.

What it means is that it wants me to sit on it, and then it takes me to run.

"Hurry up, you take me back to the teahouse."

Luo Zhoujun spoke very quickly.

It just wants to leave this place of right and wrong quickly.

"Back to the teahouse?"

The magic weapon froze for a moment, and asked subconsciously.

"Senior, are you helping me in the teahouse?"

If it was said, Luo Zhoujun, as an ordinary master, naturally couldn't hear him, so he didn't reply.

But in the eyes of the magic weapon, senior obviously disliked himself for talking too much.

The magic weapon scolded himself secretly, almost violating the taboo, which made the senior unhappy.

It didn't dare to beep anymore, so it had to do what senior said.

At this moment, a cold shout suddenly came.

"The mortal boy in front! Come over and meet the deity!"

When Luo Huangjun heard this, he looked around subconsciously.

"Yes, it's you, the kid in the big padded jacket!"

The voice came again.

In a moment, several figures fell in front of Luo Huangjun almost at the same time.

Swipe it!

Immediately afterwards, thousands of cultivators landed and occupied the entire Shuangfeng Mountain.

And their eyes fell on Luo Zhoujun almost at the same time.

At this moment, Luo Qianjun only felt the pressure doubled.

Who the hell did I provoke someone? Are they boring? Why are they looking for me?

"What's up?"

Luo Zhoujun asked whether he was too salty or indifferent.

"Boy, seeing the deity face to face is the blessing you have cultivated in your eight lifetimes."

The first words of the old man at the Sacred Swordsman came out to make Luo Zhoujun disgusting.

Also the blessing of his mother's eight lifetimes of cultivation.

Why don't you say that I have fallen into blood mold for eight lifetimes.

But this, Luo Zhoujun obviously didn't dare to say it.

"The deity has a few questions to ask you. If you are aware of it, you can honestly recruit it. If the deity finds that you dare to talk nonsense, the deity wants you to be wiped out!"

The old man of the saintly sword coldly threatened.

He is Elder, the saintly gate of the sword, a man of one side, and he is always on top wherever he goes on weekdays.

What's more, facing the ordinary master Luo Huangjun, he was naturally more arrogant, and his eyes were full of contempt.

It seemed to him that it was a great honor to be questioned by him in person.

Luo Junjun looked at him and said nothing.

Although he was indeed an ordinary master, he was indeed not the old man's opponent.

But he is an individual and he also has his own dignity.

This old man is too fucking pretending, he is an old and disrespectful old man.

Seeing this, the old man of the Sacred Swordsman thought that Luo Junjun had been bluffed by himself, and he asked aloft.

"Are you a native of this small land?"

"I am not a native, I am from a poor city."

Luo Zhoujun said neither humble nor humble.

"Bold! What did the deity ask you, and your answer is, still dare to refute? No matter how bad you dare, the deity wants you and this so-called poor city to die without a burial place!"

The old man of Sacred Swordsman shouted sharply.

It's unreasonable that he was rebutted by a mortal who was so majestic.

When the others saw this, they also felt that this kid was a little bit reckless.

A mortal who dared to disobey the immortal cultivator.

Isn't this looking for death?

The words of the old man of the Sacred Sword Sect completely angered Luo Zhoujun.

You know, when Luo Junjun first came to the poor city, he didn't know anything at that time, he was eating a hundred families.

For him, the neighbors in the poor city are his relatives in this life.

This old man not only kept saying that he would kill him, but also threatened to destroy the poor city.

This caused Luo Zhoujun to explode directly.

"F*ck, believe it or not, I will blow your head!"

"You...what did you say?!"

The old man of Sacred Swordsman was stunned for a moment, he somewhat doubted whether he was hearing a hallucination.

A mortal dared to provoke the strong man.

It's like an ant threatening to trample an elephant to death.

"Do you have a lot of earwax? I fucking said, I'm going to hammer your head!"

Luo Zhoujun looked around, looking for the bricks in hand.

"presumptuous!"

The old man of Sacred Swordsman flew into a rage.

"I don't want to die, I want you to be ashamed!"

With that said, he was about to kill Luo Junjun.

But when he subconsciously operated Spiritual Qi, he suddenly realized that he didn't know why, his own Spiritual Qi could not work.

More than that, even the Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth cannot communicate.

This...what the hell is going on?

The old man panicked instantly.

Cultivators cannot use Spiritual Qi, so it is no different from waste.

"Boy, you, what have you done, why can't I use Spiritual Qi!"

The old man's face was horrified, and he subconsciously shouted.

"Huh? Can't use Spiritual Qi?"

Luo Zhoujun was taken aback for a moment.

Suddenly remembered the reward given to him by the system before, the extinction Spiritual Qi technique.

Damn it.

The system will not advance in advance and they will trouble me, so this reward is given to me?

Shouldn't it, this garbage system still has this function?

Luo Zhoujun was too lazy to think so much at the moment, he grabbed the sickle and rushed straight to the old man.

"I fucking kill you old man!"

Seeing Luo Junjun came, the old man was frightened.

But he changed his mind.

No, I'm the damn king, even if I can't use Spiritual Qi.

My physique is not something that a mortal can shake.

I'm afraid that he will be stubborn.

Thinking of this, the old man pretended to be very beeping, he had to resist Luo Qianjun's sickle.

Snapped!

"Wow... Damn, what the hell is this."

The sickle was accurately drawn on the old man's face, and he directly drew out a bloodstain with deep bones.

With a bang, his whole body flew out and hit the ground heavily.

"my face……!"

The old man was lying on the ground, touching his blood-filled old face with both hands, and he was only breathing in pain.

He subconsciously looked at the sickle in Luo Qianjun's hand.

In an instant, a cold breath rushed towards his Tianling Gai.

this!

How could this happen? Didn't it disappear long ago?

How could it be here!

How could this magic sickle be in the hands of an ordinary master.

How can this be!

The old man was shocked.

He had naturally heard of the evil name of the magic sickle.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the bloody storm that the magic sickle set off on the Martial Venerate continent made countless people frightened.

In the end, countless people joined forces to defeat the magic sickle and kill the master of the magic sickle.

I thought that after the magic sickle was destroyed, it had disappeared in the long river of history.

The old man never expected that he would see the magic sickle again today.

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