I’m Really An Outsider

"How could you offend such a thing? If it wasn't for me this time, you would be dead, do you know?"

A very hidden place in the Martial Venerate continent, it is dark, and you can't see your fingers.

Only the occasional slight breathing sound, the sound of poisonous insects and snakes squirming on the ground.

If ordinary people were here, I am afraid that the poisonous worms and scorpions that have been here all the year round would have been sucked up long ago.

Even some timid people are scared to death.

"You ask me, who the hell am I going to ask?"

In the darkness, another angry figure clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and roared.

"I have never offended it, but the damn White Tiger ran out to do my good deeds during my blood sacrifice, and then attacked me repeatedly. killed."

Yes, the person who spoke was the Jingkong monk who fled all the way from the far north.

He absorbed a lot of the power of Extreme Cold Zhenbing from the far north, which not only made him recover from his injuries, but also his strength was much more powerful.

But he was afraid that Wuhuamao would catch up, and then he ran all the way to this deadly place, hiding his breath.

"You have listened to me lately, and just let it go for a while."

A hollow voice came from Monk Jingkong's mind.

"Didn't you say you are not afraid of it?"

Monk Jingkong stared at his eyes.

He can't wait for Wuhuamao to die now.

"Hehe, if it's in the fairy world, I really don't fear it, but my strength has not been completely transferred to you, and I don't want to compete with him. Besides, to kill it, I don't necessarily need to do it. "

The voice smiled coldly.

"You can be sure, otherwise I will die and you won't find a second carrier."

Monk Jingkong said in a deep voice.

In his body, there is indeed a powerful existence from the fairy world.

But Monk Jingkong also understood that the other party had something to ask for him, and he had to use his body as a carrier to be able to completely transfer his strength from the immortal world.

Not only that, after this person's strength is completely transferred, Monk Jingkong will help him find a new host, let him seize the house, so as to be able to walk on the Martial Venerate continent like a normal person.

It is precisely because of various demands that Monk Jingkong dared to speak to the other party so unscrupulously.

Even talk about terms.

Because he and this person are not a vassal relationship, but a real mutual use, both sides have what they want.

And the first condition of Monk Jingkong is to let this person help him Immortal Ascension.

"Don't worry, I don't want to abandon your thoughts yet. Now we can just wait quietly. Anyway, you do what I ask you to do. Then I don't need you and I to act, then White Tiger will have to die. !"

The man said confidently.

"I really don't understand. People in the world have sharpened their heads and want to go to the immortal realm. It's good for you, but you have tried your best to come to the mortal world. I really don't know what to think."

Monk Jingkong pouted.

"Of course it's for revenge!"

The man gritted his teeth with a low growl.

Immediately, his voice changed.

"I can tell you, that White Tiger is one of The Four Divine Beasts in the East, and Azure Dragon, Vermillion Bird, Black Tortoise named White Tiger, but it is not the most terrifying, and behind it, there are A stronger existence, be honest with you during this time, I will sleep for a while, and next time I wake up, I will tell you what to do."

"understood."

Monk Jingkong did not refute either.

...

Teahouse.

After Luo Junjun originally planned to settle all matters of the teahouse, he personally went to Jun Junzong to discuss with Qingshan Sect Leader about the restoration of Zhongzhou.

It was not that he had never thought of letting Er Maozi take their shots, but after thinking about it, several little guys have grown up.

But in the final analysis, they are all Demonic Beasts, and it is not just brute force to find the natives of Zhongzhou.

Therefore, Luo Chunjun felt that it was not suitable to let

But they all said that the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. Before he started, someone came up.

On this day, when Luo Zhoujun was drawing in the lobby, the teahouse door was knocked suddenly.

"Who?"

Luo Zhoujun opened his mouth and yelled.

"Senior, it's me, World-worried Great Emperor!"

Outside the teahouse, a slightly old voice sounded.

Hearing the words, Jun Luo Zhou was stunned for a long time, and then he thought about it for a while.

Only then did the old god stick, the old beggar, that I encountered on the streets of the poor city come to mind.

At that time, the old guy didn't brag about what kind of emperor he was.

Of course, Luo Zhoujun didn't believe it.

Great Emperor, can you be like this?

He fucking molested a good woman.

Is this a joke?

However, if you don't believe it or not, Luo Huangjun is not hostile to the old beggar, but rather pitiful for the old guy.

After all, at such an old age, still wandering outside, it is really pitiful.

Crunch!

Luo Huangjun opened the door and looked at the old beggar's sloppy as always, pulling him into the teahouse with a little speechlessness.

He asked as he walked.

"What's the matter? I'm out of food again?"

"Ha ha……"

The old beggar smiled and blushed, his two bare toes digging at the ground, and said truthfully.

"I just haven't eaten such a delicious meal as senior cooks."

Yes.

Since the last farewell, the old beggar has indeed never tasted the Taoist Heavenly and Mortal Treasures again.

It's impossible to say that you don't want to.

But he didn't come here today for the sake of Cengfan.

Because although the old beggar said he had a thick skin, he also had his own spine and knew his own jinliang.

Luo Zhoujun glanced back at him, covering his eyes with his hands to avoid the scorching sun directly piercing his eyes.

"Then you came to see me this time, what's the matter?"

"Hey, I still can't hide everything from senior. I don't know anything about it. I'm here this time, and it's really troublesome for senior."

The old beggar said cheeky, and went to the teahouse with Luo Zhoujun all the way.

"Sit down and speak slowly. If it can help, I will definitely help you."

Luo Zhoujun sighed and pointed to the stool beside him.

In his opinion, the old beggar should be in financial difficulties.

In addition, he is not very short of money now, so he speaks so confidently.

But the old beggar didn't sit down for a while, instead he looked straight at the painting that Luo Huangjun just drew.

"This, this is..."

The old beggar's eyes widened, staring at the dragon-shaped knife in the painting.

Even just looking at it, the old beggar can deeply feel the sharpness of the dragon-shaped sword and its domineering power.

An invisible coercion spread, it was a Killing intent that could only be gathered by killing countless people, which made the old beggars a little unbearable.

You know, this is just the dragon-shaped sword inadvertently exuding.

If this is deliberately aimed at one person, I am afraid that just the momentum can shake life to death.

Hum!

At this moment, there was a muffled noise in the old beggar's mind.

He just stared at the dragon-shaped knife in the painting and less than three breaths time, the whole person's consciousness was directly forcibly pulled into the world in the painting.

This is a world where the sky is dark, blood is flowing into rivers, the earth is devastated, and the sky is broken.

Under its feet, there are even more dead bones.

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