Weird and hard to kill?Sorry, I'm the real immortal

three days later.

Fang Xiu arrived as promised, bringing the Destiny Deceitful Duo, Fatty the vehicle man, and the gluttonous army, Kong Jian, and eighteen Buddhist arhats directly surrounded the Daomen garrison.

Since Fang Xiu made the announcement in advance and made it known to the world, this time, like Buddhism, as early as the first day, all major forces and even journalists flocked to broadcast the prophet's first-hand information.

This kind of explosive news information is no different from the war between countries in the past, and the popularity has already reached the point where everyone knows it.

And the most dramatic thing is that this time he entered the Daomen, but no group of self-proclaimed peace-loving people came to the headquarters to block the door.

A few days ago, when Fang Xiu entered the Buddhist sect, a group of peace-loving, Buddhist believers and reporters blocked the headquarters. They did not want Fang Xiu to start a war, and threatened not to let him be the captain.

But this time when they marched into the Taoist sect, a group of people also came, but instead of stopping them, they held a red banner: I wish Captain Fang a victory!

Countless people cheered and cheered, and the other party strongly supported Xiu, hoping that he would quell the civil strife.

In the Taoist station.

"Master! Something is wrong with master!" Taixu rushed into the Sanqing Hall angrily, and found the old Taoist Wuwei who was meditating.

"Taixu, don't you have any other words? The big things are not good every day. As a teacher, I want to play quietly... I can't practice for a while." Wuwei said helplessly.

"Master, at what time are you still playing with your mobile phone? I asked you to apply for the job and you didn't go. Now, Fang Xiu came to the door with a gluttonous army and eighteen Buddhist arhats."

In front of the great enemy, Wuwei became more and more indifferent. He stood up slowly, glanced at the flustered Taixu, and said calmly: "Don't worry, the sky won't fall with the teacher here."

"master?"

Infected by Wuwei's calmness, Taixu was not so flustered anymore. At this moment, he seemed to be getting to know his master for the first time, the sixth-order powerhouse of the Taoist sect.

Although he doesn't usually have a straight line, when something happens, he is surprisingly reassuring.

The frail figure of Wuwei became incomparably taller in Taixu's heart.

"Master, what should we do now?"

The old Taoist Wuwei smiled slightly: "Since there are guests coming, how can the host refuse to welcome them? Taixu, welcome the guests."

"But..." Taixu showed a perplexed expression: "Master, the outside is too scary. I took a peek outside the mountain gate just now, and all I could see was gluttonous. In the space node, it is not as scary as it is now."

The old Taoist Wuwei nodded, and looked at Tai Xu kindly: "That's why I let you go to welcome the guests as a teacher."

Taixu was stunned for a moment: "Master!"

"My dear student, you are my Taoist disciple, this little courage is not enough, go, my teacher has been watching you all the time."

Tai Xu wanted to say something more, but before he could say anything, he just felt a pain in his buttocks.

Boom!

A strong force struck, and Tai Xu flew out of the door directly.

"what!!!"

boom!

Taixu fell heavily on the ground and rolled several times, when he raised his head again, he saw nearly a hundred gluttons looking straight at him.

"what!!"

He backed away in fright, he had already greeted the eighteen generations of his master's ancestors in his heart, in order to force himself to welcome the guests, he kicked and even used his magic power to shrink the ground to an inch.

Fang Xiu and the others stood quietly on the top of the Taotie, looking at the little Taoist who rolled out of the Taoist gate.

The little Taoist's face was pale, his head was covered with bulges, and his eyes were black and blue, as if he had just experienced an extremely tragic beating.

When Yang Ming saw this scene, he couldn't help laughing immediately: "Is there no one in the Taoist sect? Why did you send such an eye bag?"

Taixu smiled reluctantly, got up from the ground, and saluted respectfully: "Infinite Heavenly Venerable, Poverty Dao is a Daoist, Daoist name Taixu, I have met all fellow Daoists."

"Tai Xu?" Yang Ming seemed to have been poked into a laughing hole when he heard this name: "Hahaha...a good name, it looks like you are really too Xu."

Taixu, who was ridiculed many times, was immediately angry, but after seeing the gluttonous army filling the whole world, his anger was immediately quenched by cold water, and he could only mutter: "I was beaten by my master two days ago. Pretty handsome."

The last sentence was addressed to Xiao Chuxia, Xiao Chuxia was amused by that funny appearance.

She asked: "Little Taoist priest, are you really a Daoist? Fake? Otherwise, this little skin injury can't heal now?"

"Sister Fairy doesn't know something. My master is a sixth-level powerhouse. When he hit me, he used his own power. The power hovered in my wound and it couldn't be recovered. It can only be recovered when the power dissipates."

Seeing that Fang Xiu and the others are powerful, the little Taoist mainly focuses on a sweet mouth.

"Haha, your master is really bad enough, unlike my brother Xiu who only..."

"Shut up." Fang Xiu frowned slightly, interrupting Xiao Chuxia's words, his eyes passed Taixu, and looked at the Taoist hall, his deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the building.

"Since Daoist Wuwei is unwilling to submit to the headquarters, there is no need for the Daomen to exist."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the heaven and earth shook suddenly, and the gluttonous army mobilized together, almost like nearly a hundred mountains marching.

Tai Xu was so frightened that his face instantly collapsed, and when he was about to call for help, he found a figure flashing in front of him, and a blue Taoist robe came into view.

It is the old way of doing nothing.

At this time, the old Taoist Wuwei was wearing a blue Tai Chi Taoist robe, a purple gold crown on his head, auspicious cloud boots on his feet, and a black silk whisk in his hand. immortal.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! Poverty and inaction, I have met fellow Taoists."

Although the old Taoist Wuwei often secretly plays with his mobile phone, looking at his chest or legs, and everything else, but when he puts on the Taoist robe and becomes serious, he looks more like a senior than just seeing it.

The aura that belongs to the sixth level on his body spreads with the wind, without the oppressive feeling like the top of Mount Tai, but like the waves of the sea, it is strong and long, and it is endless.