I’m Really An Outsider

Ordinary masters can't compare to immortal cultivators in terms of their senses and talents.

If you change to a small body tempering cultivator, it is estimated that you will be able to hear what the old man said clearly.

But Luo Junjun wasn't, he didn't even hear what the old man said.

It felt like he hesitated a few times, and then knelt down.

wrong.

Why would a normal person suddenly kneel down? He fell down.

Seeing him trembling all over, it seems that this is really the case.

Damn it!

Suddenly, Luo Zhoujun thought of something.

He... he doesn't want to touch porcelain, would he wrong me?

It's not to blame Luo Junjun to think so.

The problem is that he didn't say anything ruthless, so he just said one sentence.

The old man fell to the ground on the spot.

Who doesn't panic on whoever is this.

Jun Luo didn't care about cutting down the World Tree, so he quickly put away the kitchen knife, and ran straight to the old man.

"Old man, are you okay, it doesn't matter if you are physically fit, hurry, I will help you sit down, and you will have a good rest."

"Um?"

The old man was dumbfounded.

Fairy, what are you doing?

Me, I don’t need to rest.

It's you, don't blame me.

"The fairy, this is absolutely impossible. The old man has no major physical illness, so don't bother the fairy to do it."

I don't know whether it is because the old man's pronunciation is not standard, or because Luo Huangjun has more earwax.

He thought this old man was kind of weird.

Actually he still understands the word Mr. (Xianren).

Isn't this the damn used by Blue Star's human race?

How come these cultivators will also?

Luo Zhoujun couldn't help but said, holding the old man's hand and supporting him.

"Old man, respect the old and love the young, this is what I should do, just call me a young man."

An old man called himself Mr. How to hear this, how awkward.

"this……"

The old man sat on the ground and raised his head to look at Luo Qianjun.

Little, lad?

He wondered if he had heard it wrong.

Why is this immortal different from other immortals?

Not only is there not a little bit of air, but also so easy to talk.

But if he really wanted to call the fairy a young man, he still didn't dare.

"I'll call you senior."

The old man pondered over and over again, and finally said so.

Hearing this name, Luo Zhoujun asked subconsciously.

"Old man, are you also a cultivator?"

It's not to blame Luo Zhoujun for being so suspicious.

The old man was skinny and rickety, and he was almost in the ground no matter how he looked.

And just can't stand still.

It's not like a cultivator.

But the title of the old man, Luo Qianjun always feels familiar.

"Senior, of course I am a cultivator."

The old man smiled.

Xin said, is it possible that my Cultivation Base is so low that the senior thinks I am a mundane master?

You know, don't look at the skinny old man, the wind blows.

As the pavilion master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, he is powerful, and he is the peak powerhouse of the god-human realm, and he is only half a step away from the great emperor.

From low to high, Realm is divided into Body Tempering, Psychic, Kaiyuan, Focusing, Prince, Human, Saint, God, and Emperor.

The saint state is generally honored as Sage, and the gods are also honored as demigods.

The pinnacle of the demigod is also the person who stands half-footed at the top of the Martial Venerate continental pyramid.

Even so, in the eyes of the old man, his own Cultivation Base, in the eyes of the fairy, is probably no different from the ants.

Tianji Pavilion, to put it bluntly, is the intelligence bureau of Martial Venerate mainland. They are in charge of countless secrets and disciples all over the world.

Because of this, the old man is more aware that the immortal is the most important word.

The corner of Luo Huangjun's mouth twitched.

It's really a damn cultivator.

No wonder they are all the same, so they call senior when they see someone.

It seems that this title is really a general term for greetings in the cultivator world.

It turns out that the Fantasy novels I read in my previous life are not necessarily true.

For example, the title of senior.

Thinking of this, Luo Huangjun readily accepted it.

"Old man, in this wilderness, you are very dangerous by yourself, but you were lucky. When you met me, although I am a mortal, I am very familiar with this neighborhood, and I know many people. It is better to wait for me. After a while, when I cut this tree, how about I send you down the mountain again?"

Luo Zhoujun asked with a smile.

When the old man heard this, he was taken aback.

Where, mortal?

senior, what do you mean?

If you are all mortal, what am I?

Just as the old man was puzzled, his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the World Tree that Luo Zhoujun was pointing at.

Damn it!

The old man sitting on the ground almost jumped up without being frightened.

This...this fucking is actually a fairy tree!

How could this be, how could there be a fairy tree here.

The old man's heart was pounding, he clearly remembered that this place was just a place of bullets.

It can be distinguished from the thinness of Spiritual Qi.

But it was such a barren land that actually gave birth to a fairy tree.

And... the senior actually said that he was going to cut down this fairy tree.

sky!

Could this fairy tree be planted by seniors?

The old man thought about it, but there was only one answer.

Otherwise, there can be no fairy tree here.

At this time, the old man looked at Luo Junjun's eyes more and more admiration.

Worthy of being an immortal, even an immortal tree can be cultivated.

He suddenly remembered a secret that some extremely powerful immortals had come back to the world to temper their minds and pursue a higher Realm.

It seems that the immortal in front of him is just like that.

He even regarded himself as a mortal master.

It's just... Dage, you have to pretend to look like a little bit.

How the hell could a mundane master chop down fairy trees.

"Senior, I know you are a mortal, you don't need to say much."

The old man showed the look that I knew you all.

Luo Zhoujun looked at his fiery gaze, and his whole body was hairy.

"Old man, I'm really an ordinary master."

"Senior said that he is a mortal, and that is a mortal."

The old man immediately agreed.

Luo Junjun: "..."

"Fine, wait for me for a while, I'll cut it down first."

Luo Zhoujun didn't bother to talk about this topic.

"Senior, this tree is so precious. Wouldn't it be wasteful if you fell it like this?"

The old man asked tentatively.

"Why, is it precious?"

Luo Zhoujun was taken aback for a moment. Could it be that the old man knew this tree and even knew its value?

Yes, the old man is an immortal cultivator, and he must have more knowledge than himself.

Hearing Luo Qianjun's words, the old man stiffened.

Dage, this damn tree is not precious, what is precious.

Are you nonsense?

Of course, he dared not say so.

I can only nodded, and said seriously.

"Senior, it's more than precious, it's rare in the world!"

Damn it!

When Luo Huangjun heard this, his body shook fiercely.

You have to be a cultivator, this vision is different.

Sure enough!

Fortunately, fortunately, I just had no hands to chop.

If this is cut, isn't it a blood loss?

Since the old man said it is precious, I might as well transplant it back.

Thinking of this, Luo Zhoujun said cheeky.

"Hurt, I want to chop it back and use it as firewood."

No wonder he said that, as soon as Lord Luo Zhou did not know this tree.

If you tell it by yourself, doesn't it appear that you are ignorant and stupid?

Secondly, the advantage of saying this is enough to pretend to beep.

Such a beeping tree is used by Daddy to set fire to it.

Old man: "?"

The old man's mood now is just an emoticon.

"When I type ‘?’, it’s not that I have the problem, but I think you have the problem."

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