I’m Really An Outsider

And the other side.

In the netherworld, the cloudy sky lay in blood that was constantly tumbling and bubbling with black smoke.

It can be seen that from time to time there are skulls floating with blood.

In this battle, he was seriously injured, and after returning to the underworld, he came here to recuperate.

Yin Tianzi's eyes were fierce, and his pupils showed a murderous intent that was difficult to cover.

"I didn't expect that in a mere mortal world, such powerful people would be hidden. It was my carelessness."

He admitted that the person who shot secretly was indeed very strong.

However, it's not that the other party is strong, that's the end of the matter.

Because the two sides have already forged a feud.

Yin Tianzi is the master of the underground palace, he will never give up like that easily.

"How about the nine wastes?"

Yin Tianzi asked in a deep voice.

"Return, Lord Huiyin, the rest of the Nine Temples Yama, are now healing their wounds in their respective residences, there is nothing serious."

The kid on the side responded.

"Hmph, it's a bunch of trash, I can't even beat Heavenly Broken Blades, nothing else, I don't bother to control them either."

Yin Tianzi said irritably.

"My lord, the position of King of Hell..."

The kid gave a proper reminder.

He has always served around Yintianzi. Although he is not strong, he is also a celebrity around Yintianzi, just like the master of Ouchi.

"One King of Hell died, and there is another King of Hell. As long as I don't die, there will be thousands of them."

Speaking of this, Yin Tianzi waved to the imp.

"You go find a ghost with good potential and good strength, and bring it to me, take me to recast his memory, and you can let him be the King of Hell."

"Yes, my lord."

The kid responded.

Yin Tianzi waved his hand and motioned to the little devil to withdraw.

As for revenge, Yin Tianzi is not in a hurry.

After he recovers from his injury, he will go to the fairy world himself.

...

"Yes, that's this, that and that, and these. Give me all of them. You can measure as much as you want."

In the downtown of the poor city, with people coming and going, Luo Zhoujun stood in front of a tonic shop and said to the boss.

"Oh, Jun Jun, are you going to give birth recently? No, I remember you haven't married yet?"

The shop owner smiled while holding the tonic.

"This is not for my own use."

Luo Zhoujun subconsciously explained.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong, giving people the illusion that there was no silver three hundred taels.

Sure enough, the boss looked at Luo Zhoujun with a look that I understand you.

"Young man, be careful of excessive indulgence."

"I……"

Luo Zhoujun opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

After the bill was settled, he took the tonic and left.

These tonics were prepared by him for the superintendent, and they were prepared according to the prescription of stretching legs and staring eyes.

However, there is no record on the prescription of the ratio, so he will let the boss watch and take it.

"Go!"

Luo Zhoujun said.

He had almost bought everything today, and he just turned and left.

Never thought that his body would hit something on the body all at once, and the counter-shock force struck him and almost didn't let him crash out on the spot.

Before Luo Junjun could speak, a buzzing sound rang out with a voice of dissatisfaction.

"Hey, who is not long-eyed, dare to hit Xiaoye."

When Luo Zhoujun heard the words, he felt so angry in his heart.

Damn it, daddy got knocked out, okay.

Turned around and almost didn't fly out.

He raised his head and looked over, and saw a little Fatty standing in front of him who was only 1.6 meters tall, but weighed nearly 300 kilograms.

"Dammit, you hit Xiaoye..."

Little Fatty was angry with his eyes as he was about to scold Luo Zhoujun.

Suddenly, the sound stopped, as if someone had pinched his neck, and he couldn't make a sound.

Little Fatty thought he had seen it wrong, so he rubbed his eyes the size of soybeans and looked again.

This time, he read it right.

I saw that Luo Qianjun was full of thoughts, immortal spirit, and a fairy standing in front of him.

And I just... Damn, what did I just do.

Scolding the existence of a fairy?

Humph!

Thinking of this, Little Fatty was so frightened that he retreated one after another, and a little heart thumped and thumped.

Originally last night, the strong among the clan felt that there were immortals fighting in this place. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, they planned to bypass this place and rush to Zhongzhou.

But Little Fatty is itchy, and wants to see the difference between the fairy tales.

Then sneaked over.

With the traces of the battle and the Spiritual Qi left by the battle, he came all the way to the poor city.

Unexpectedly, I actually saw the existence of the fairy in the legend.

But this fucking meeting, it was too moldy.

Dammit, I knew that I should look at the almanac today before going out.

"You, you...me, I just..."

He wanted to explain that he really didn't mean it just now.

But facing an immortal, he really couldn't be calm.

"You, you, you are a chicken feather, fucking, you hit daddy, and you fucking said that daddy was wrong."

When Luo Huangjun saw that the other party was just a little kid, his anger suddenly rose from his heart.

"Front, senior, I, I really didn't mean it."

Little Fatty was so frightened that he quickly explained.

He doesn't know how to call Lord Luo Huang, but when he hears his own pro Dage call such a strong man, he always uses senior.

"Hmph, even if you are acquainted, I don't bother to care about you."

Luo Zhoujun glared at him, but when he was about to leave, he felt something was wrong.

He pointed to Fatty and asked curiously.

"Wait, what did you call me just now?"

"Before, senior, what's the matter?"

Little Fatty answered honestly.

"Are you also a cultivator?"

Jun Luo Jun asked curiously.

He remembered that only when a cultivator met own, he would call himself senior.

But this little Fatty is also a cultivator?

He didn't believe it.

How can a cultivator grow up to three hundred catties?

"Yes."

Little Fatty said a word, almost didn't choke Luo Qiang to death.

He looked at Little Fatty in disbelief, and he was puzzled.

Why can a small Fatty weighing three hundred catties still be able to practice cultivation, but he can't.

Do I really have nothing but handsome.

He can't accept it.

"Hey, dissatisfied with senior, I just broke through the Great Emperor's Cultivation Base a few days ago."

Little Fatty said with some pride.

Don't think he is only 1.6 meters tall and weighs 300 kilograms.

In fact, his talent is quite outstanding, it only took more than four hundred years to cultivate to the great emperor realm.

This kind of talent, even if it is placed on the Martial Venerate mainland, it is absolutely top-notch.

And this time he came out to experience, and he also came out with his own Dage to have a long experience.

In the words of his pro-Dage, let's see how powerful Martial Venerate's top talents are.

Hearing this, Luo Huangjun almost didn't laugh.

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