I'm Really An Outsider

Chapter 307: No one is more prestigious than me

“In this battle, I am bound to be ashamed and make my underworld famous!”

“Huh, it is said that the flat peach tree is used to make weapons. It is very good. You shouldn’t grab it with me. Its life is mine.”

With a few words from the Ten Temple Yama, the task was assigned.

In their eyes, they seem to be lambs to be slaughtered.

If they were to be the ancestors of the flat peach trees, the kitchen knives would not dare to do this only with the Ten Temple Yama at their peak, or even dare to fight.

Because whether it is a kitchen knife or a fire stick, it is the top fairy weapon in the fairy world, and its strength is terrible.

But since they suffered heavy losses, Cultivation Base and their strength plummeted, they have become much worse than before.

This is the reason why Yama of the Ten Temples really dare to be rampant.

In this battle, they did not plan to send a shrimp soldier, but plan to take action personally.

The closer you are to Qingming, the denser the dark clouds over the Martial Venerate continent.

When Qing Ming is approaching, black clouds will sweep across the entire Martial Venerate continent, like an extinction.

…

“Huh…Finally the carving is finished.”

Luo Zhoujun said with some excitement when he played with a small house the size of a basketball in his hand, and exquisitely carved it.

Why would he carve a small house to pay homage to it?

That’s because when Luo Qianjun was a child in his previous life, his grandfather had told him more than once.

You must study hard and work hard. In the future, the entire second-floor small western-style building will marry a beautiful wife, otherwise you will have to be like him, facing the loess and back to the sky.

It was not a young age since my grandfather passed away.

Therefore, on this special festival, he will use special things to pay homage.

“More paper money.”

Luo Qianjun found the yellow paper and cut it one by one with a scimitar.

“Senior, senior, are you at home?”

At this moment, a clear voice sounded.

Upon hearing the words, Jun Luo Zhou looked towards the door with some curiosity.

The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn’t remember who it was for a while.

Just put aside the work in his hands, got up and walked towards the door.

Crunch…

The door opened, and there was a slim, beautiful girl with a snow-skinned face standing at the door.

And beside the girl, there was an old man with white hair, but he didn’t know why, he kept staring at the blue cow on the door.

Luo Zhoujun looked a little strangely away from the white-haired old man, looked at the girl in surprise and said.

“Qingyu, why do you remember to come back to see me.”

Yes, the visitor is Qingyu from Martial Venerate Academy.

The white-haired old man beside her is naturally the dean of Martial Venerate College.

It is said that the eighteenth change of the Women’s Congress, Luo Qianjun didn’t believe it before.

But he didn’t really understand until today when he saw Qing Yu.

I don’t know why, but after only a few months of absence, he found that Qingyu’s temperament and beauty were more than one grade higher than before.

In fact, this is normal. The higher the cultivator Cultivation Base, the more obvious the changes will be.

What’s more, Qingyu has already reached an extremely terrifying talent in reading the complete works of poems and essays for elementary school students. Looking at the entire Martial Venerate continent, there are few temperaments that can be stronger than her.

“I haven’t seen it for a few months, and the senior still has the same style.”

Qing Yu said sweetly.

She is like a lotus in the water, giving people a gentle and comfortable feeling no matter what.

“Hehe… who is this?”

Luo Zhoujun smiled embarrassedly, and pointed his finger at the old white-haired man.

“The Dean!”

Qing Yu hurriedly pulled the dean’s arm and motioned him to pay attention to the image.

The dean’s consciousness then recovered from the god cow painting.

Although Qing Yu had reminded him long ago, let him not be too gaffe.

And the dean has repeatedly promised not, think about it, he is dignified, the dean of the Martial Venerate Academy, he has never seen any strong winds and waves, and what peerless treasures have not been seen.

But when he really came to the teahouse, he was shocked on the spot.

And this is just a picture posted on the door, so terrifying, so amazing.

In that teahouse, isn’t there a more terrifying treasure?

Thinking of this, the dean’s legs trembled a little.

Especially when his eyes fell on Luo Zhoujun, he almost fell to his knees without being scared.

This… Is this a damn living fairy?

Why is he full of thoughts and spirits, immortal spirit, and temperament like immortal.

This is clearly a fairy.

The dean was dumbfounded on the spot.

Not to mention that Luo Junjun is only in his early twenties and is quite young, but the dean is sure that this is definitely an invincible immortal, a strong man who has lived for countless years.

Otherwise, how could there be such a sight on the body.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered what Qing Yu said to him.

The technique learned is not even a fur.

The eternal mantra is in the eyes of senior, but you are.

This is the damn case.

For the fairy, the eternal mantra is really nothing.

“Old book and ink, I have met senior, and heard about the name of senior for a long time. I saw it today and it was really extraordinary.”

The dean immediately bowed to Luo Huangjun ninety degrees, and almost didn’t kneel down for Luo Huangjun.

Damn it.

As soon as Luo Junjun saw this battle, he was dumbfounded on the spot.

Old man, what are you doing? It’s the first time you meet, don’t need to be like this.

Are you immortal cultivators so enthusiastic?

Besides, I am an ordinary master who has never seen you before, so why have you heard of my name for so long?

This damn thing is close, and I have to be honest.

However, Luo Zhoujun was not idle, and quickly held the old man’s arm.

But at this moment, he was surprised to find that the old man had been shaking.

What is going on with this f*ck.

You got Parkinson too?

Or osteoporosis.

Why these cultivators always get this kind of problem.

Seeing this, Luo Wangjun muttered in his heart, is it possible that he is a friend of San Elder?

Luo Qianjun remembered that San Elder had shaken his legs before, and it was also Parkinson.

Later, he helped the third Elder fix some medicine, which was probably cured. After the old man heard about it, he came here with Qingyu specially.

That’s why I have the sentence just now.

As for the dean calling him senior, Jun Luo is no stranger to it.

Anyway, many cultivators called him this, and he didn’t bother to correct it.

Thinking of this, Luo Zhoujun said while supporting him.

“Old man, you don’t need to be so polite. I know what you’re here for, but I don’t know if it can help you. You should follow me to the teahouse.”

The reason why Luo Zhoujun said so tactfully was because he was not sure whether he could cure the old man’s Parkinson.

As soon as this remark came out, the dean’s heart was shocked, and he looked at Luo Huangjun in disbelief.

Is this a fairy? What a terrifying strength.

It is said that immortals can predict everything in advance, and now it seems that it is so.

This is the first time I have seen an immortal, and I didn’t expect that the immortal already knew what I was coming from.

But this is fine, at least there is no need to take the initiative to speak, and the immortal seems to have no intention of rejecting it.

“Dean, these are all fur and nothing. When you really understand how powerful a senior is, then it won’t be too late to shock.”

Qing Yu said secretly.

Compared with the dean, she is going to relax a lot.

Because she can be regarded as the first to know senior.

I have also seen senior’s terrifying power.

The dean gave a wry smile and nodded.

“Thank you senior, then, for the rash interruption, there are many offenses, and I hope senior Haihan.”

“Hehe, since you came with Qingyu, that’s my friend. It would be too much to say these things.”

Luo Zhoujun smiled and shook his head.

When the dean heard this, he suddenly raised his head to look at Jun Luo, and asked in a frightened voice.

“I, I count as senior’s friend?”

The dean’s heart almost jumped out with excitement.

This is to be friends with a fairy.

If you talk about it and pretend to be a beep, who else is more prestigious than him on the damn Martial Venerate mainland?

No one is there, right?