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

Chapter 807 The well-known Beixuan Immortal Master

Fang Xiu looked at the confusion in the eyes of the three people, which was not pretending, but really did not recognize him. This made him feel a little strange. Even though he had been away for a hundred years and many of his contemporaries had died, he was still emotionally and rationally. This shouldn't be the case.

When he founded the Yuling Academy and vigorously trained spiritual masters, the corridors of schools in various places were filled with his photos and statues on celebrity walls, not to mention the subsequent use of thousands of miles of Dragon City to save the Xia Kingdom. The boiling power of faith at that time could be You can’t do anything fake.

Even if these three people are the new generation of spiritual masters, they should not have seen themselves before.

Besides, as long as you break through the sixth level, your lifespan will be greatly extended. You can't think of the spiritual masters of the previous era. Except for Fang Moli and others, there aren't any sixth level, right?

Could it be that something happened in Xia Kingdom?

"Benefactor?" the scar-faced woman asked doubtfully.

"Nothing, let's go." Fang Xiu replied calmly and followed the three of them to the Xia Kingdom. He wanted to see what the Xia Kingdom had become now.

The strength of the three of them is pretty good for the fourth level, and they possess many secret techniques passed down from Zhou Qingfeng's era, such as ghost coins, paper figures, shrouds, etc.

He was not surprised by this. Back then, he had fully opened the burial ground, and the secret treasures inside could be redeemed by the people of the Xia Kingdom. Now that a hundred years have passed, these things must have become popular.

With the joint efforts of the three of them, the strange snakes and insects raging all around were easily eliminated, and the return journey went smoothly.

So much so that the scar-faced woman was a little confused: "Why are there only some low-level weirdos? Are we so lucky? We can't even encounter a single high-level weirdo?"

She glanced vaguely at Fang Xiu, who was at the end of the team, slightly suspicious.

The bald man said: "Isn't it a good thing that there are no high-level weirdos? You still want to encounter a few more S-level weirdos."

While the few people were talking, they finally entered the envelope of Wanli Dragon City, and a bright golden light isolated the gray fog and strangeness.

call.

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"Back alive!"

"No, I have to drink two kilograms of wine today to calm down."

The scar-faced woman came over and said politely to Fang Xiu: "Benefactor, thank you for your life-saving grace. If you don't mind, I will treat you to a meal."

However, Fang Xiu did not reply, but looked at the city in front of him. If he remembered correctly, this should be the former Beichuan City. It was not a first-tier big city, but at least it was a prefecture-level city, which should have There is still prosperity, but now...

What he saw was a dilapidated and dirty city. Garbage could be seen everywhere on both sides of the street. There were many homeless people squatting in the corners. Even the pedestrians on the street were no longer as bright and bright as they once were. Their faces were ashen. , looking hurried.

In this strange era, he knew that technology was no longer mainstream, and it might not develop much in a hundred years. After all, spiritual masters were the mainstream, but now it seemed that Beichuan City today was not even as good as it was a hundred years ago.

Soon he noticed that in many corners of the street, scattered people were kneeling before a wooden statue. There was even a clay statue in the merchants on both sides of the street.

The statue depicts a young man who is as airy as an immortal, with an expression of compassion on his face, as if a god is watching all living beings lovingly.

"Benefactor?" the scar-faced woman asked tentatively.

"What are they worshiping?" Fang Xiu's calm voice sounded, without any emotion in his tone.

The three of them were surprised when they heard this.

"Of course it's the Immortal Master Beixuan who saves people in distress!"

"My benefactor, you don't even know Beixuan Immortal Master, right?"

Beixuan Immortal Master?

Fang Xiu's eyes moved slightly, and he had a vague guess in his heart. The fluctuations in divine power on Wanli Dragon City, the forgotten prophet, and the currently worshiped statue seemed to be related to this Beixuan Immortal Master.

Judging from his name, he seems to be from Kyushu.

"I don't know Immortal Master Beixuan." He replied.

The expressions on the three people's faces suddenly became very surprised and strange. It seemed that it was very unbelievable that they did not know the Beixuan Immortal Master in Xia Kingdom.

At this time, the scar-faced woman seemed to have thought of something: "Benefactor, you encountered something strange that could affect your memory on the other side, so you lost your memory, right?"

The other two people also realized. No wonder just now Fang Xiu asked himself and others if they recognized him. It turned out that he had lost his memory, so it was normal for him not to recognize Master Beixuan.

"Benefactor, do you still remember your name?"

"Fang Xiu."

Fang Xiu named a name that was once well-known in the world, even famous, and wanted to see the reaction of the three people.

He guessed that his influence was most likely replaced by Beixuan Immortal Master, who even destroyed his portraits and statues in order to make the people of Xia Kingdom forget him.

As for the other party's purpose, he knew it without guessing, that is - to become a god!

The fluctuations of divine power he sensed from Wanli Dragon City previously showed that this person possessed godhood but was not a true god. Combined with the fact that someone had worshiped him before, it was obvious that the other person was here to harvest faith.

After the three of them heard this name, you looked at me and I looked at you, with blank faces on their faces.

"Have you heard of this name?"

"No."

"My benefactor, don't be discouraged. Judging from your ability to drive away S-class weirdos, you must be a well-known strong man in the Xia Kingdom. If you ask around a little, someone will definitely know you." The scar-faced woman comforted you.

Fang Xiu didn't speak. He vaguely felt that something was wrong. The portrait could be destroyed, but his name was not passed down?

It's not that he is arrogant, but according to common sense, in a hundred years, his name should not be lost in the long river of time and no one will know it.

While the few people were talking, they had already arrived in front of a hotel, Yingxian Pavilion.

Compared with the dilapidation of Beichuan City, Yingxian Pavilion looks magnificent and resplendent. Not only are there two beautiful female guests wearing cheongsam at the door, but there are even two stone lions placed where they should be. An iron cage made of steel of the soul contains two B-level weirdos with human bodies, bird wings, green faces and fangs for people to admire.

"Hey, Yingxian Pavilion, Sister Xia is going to bleed heavily this time." The bald man swallowed and said with a bad smile.

The scar-faced woman ignored him, but respectfully invited Fang Xiu in.

As soon as he entered the door, Fang Xiu's attention was not on the luxurious decoration in the hotel, but on the huge statue of nearly three meters high in the middle of the lobby - Beixuan Immortal Master.

After entering the hotel, many guests will first worship in front of the statue of Master Beixuan before going in to eat.

Even the three women with scarred faces are no exception. Regardless of whether they are pious or not, they must simply pay their respects when they see them.