When the locusts kept fleeing and falling, when there were no locusts between the two of them, when his brain was attacked inexplicably, and the whole person was dizzy and his brain was even more headache-splitting, Fu Min finally saw the appearance of the person who came.

It was a young man under thirty, not handsome, nor tall, but he exuded a majesty that stood tall and looked down on all beings.

He approached them with his hands behind his back. There was no need to do anything, and the locusts that fell one after another entrusted him to be incomparably tall, majestic, and dusty, like an immortal who saved mortals.

And Fu Min thinks so, Fu Min at this moment completely believes that there are really gods in the world, and they really came down to save people.

And Pang Shiyuan is the immortal!

He struggled to get up, wanted to bow to Pang Shiyuan, and thanked the gods for his rescue.

He didn't even notice that the locusts on him and his family, which had caused them so much pain, were motionless. It wasn't until the locusts rolled down that he realized that the locusts on his body were too dead to die.

In Fu Min's opinion, this is the majesty of the immortals, and the little locusts were directly scared to death under the majesty of the immortals.

Fu Min, who was covered in blood and was in unbearable pain, got up and knelt on the ground with a heart of gratitude and reverence, and said in a hoarse voice: "Xiaomin Fu Min thanks Daxian for saving me and my family, as well as the villagers in Miancun. Please give the Daxian honorific title, my Miancun will build a temple statue for Daxian, and offer incense at four o'clock! ”

Fu Min's worship, and the other villagers also woke up like a dream. They struggled to get up and bowed down. The villagers' voices of gratitude were endless, and they asked Pang Shiyuan to leave his honorific name. It is convenient for them to offer incense.

Chinese folk have always had a tradition of worshipping the Buddha and worshiping the immortals, even if the immortals and Buddhas have not had a real miracle for thousands of years, or even thousands of years. The tradition of worship and worship has not ended.

Occasionally, there will be a certain master who is popular all over the country, and all kinds of abilities are blown to the gods.

It's just that no matter how popular the master is, the people will not really worship and worship the master as a god. Generally speaking, it is just to spend more money to open the light, ask for some charms, and seek some protection and peace of mind.

But today, the villagers of Miancun directly believed that Pang Shiyuan was the immortal who came to the world to save them from fire and water without any resistance.

The reason why this is the case today is so special.

The villagers of Miancun have just experienced the greatest pain and despair of their lives. It can be said that he is physically and mentally wounded, and he urgently needs the comfort of the soul and the salvation of his life.

At this moment, Pang Shiyuan came out to save them from the dire situation, and showed a means far beyond their understanding, so they decided that Pang Shiyuan was an immortal.

Pang Shiyuan really never dreamed that such a situation would occur.

Didn't he just not restrain his breath, and by the way, he pretended to be B, making himself look particularly tall, how could there be such a god development?

How did he become an immortal?

Where does he look like a fairy?

In fact. Pang Shiyuan thought that he was not an immortal, and he did not have immortal means, but even his friends felt that the methods he had just used were close to the art of immortals.

While Pang Shiyuan continued to advance, Meng Mingyu and the others were shocked. While discussing how Pang Shiyuan did it.

From martial arts, to witchcraft, to cultivation and magic that Pang Shiyuan had never been involved in, they thought about it again. Still haven't been able to get a convincing answer.

It seems that the art of immortals is really the best explanation.

Pang Shiyuan didn't know what his friends were talking about. He was now hurriedly explaining: "Uncle, and all the folks. Get up, all of you! You're all mistaken, I'm really not an immortal, I'm just Pang Shiyuan, the owner of the Daishan Martial Arts Pavilion. The Daishan Martial Arts Hall is in Laifeng Town, and everyone there knows me, and I think you may have heard of it. ”

Pang Shiyuan's explanation, some people really remembered that there is really a Daishan Martial Arts Hall in Fengzhen, and the owner of the Daishan Martial Arts Hall is really called Pang Shiyuan. It was a powerful dreamer, and there were young people and teenagers in their Miancun village who were learning martial arts there.

"Aren't they really immortals?" Pang Shiyuan said reasonably, with a name and a surname, and some people began to waver.

But Fu Min didn't think so, he immediately said: "Even if the Great Immortal doesn't want to leave his name, why should he deceive me?" I also heard that Pang Shiyuan Pang Pavilion Master has strong martial arts, but Daxian, the immortal method you used just now doesn't look like martial arts! ”

As soon as Fu Min's words came out, the others immediately woke up: "That's right! The owner of the Dai Mountain Martial Arts Pavilion is just a martial arts dreamer, and he knows martial arts, not immortal means. Daxian, are you fooling us? ”

For a while, the villagers felt that Pang Shiyuan was fooling them.

Faced with the doubts of the villagers, Pang Shiyuan really didn't know how to explain it in order to make these people who basically had no real contact with martial arts believe in the sword intent, aura, and the existence of martial arts.

In fact, it was he, the martial arts dreamer, who was also the first time to try to use martial arts to control the spirit, and he knew that martial arts combined with aura would have such a powerful power.

The army of locusts, which originally seemed invincible, suddenly became vulnerable.

If someone had sued him like this before, he would have thought that person was fooling!

Just when Pang Shiyuan was still thinking about how to explain to the villagers, the army of locusts had already taken the opportunity of Pang Shiyuan's distraction and surrounded him again.

Seeing the return of the locust army, Pang Shiyuan couldn't care about whether he was a god or not.

He looked around, his expression indifferent, and the terrible army of locusts seemed to him like insignificant dust.

The spherical sword intent quickly condensed and formed, and then he threw it into the air.

The spherical sword intent that rose into the air exploded "with a bang", and a spiritual coercion as deep as the sea and majestic as a mountain suddenly covered from the air.

The locusts that had just entered this area fell straight down as if they had been suppressed by a hundred thousand mountains, and there was no room for even the slightest struggle.

And the villagers who were still talking to Pang Shiyuan just now were also uncomfortable.

That feeling was like someone hammering their heads with a sledgehammer, and it was like someone pressing their souls, and the whole person fell directly to the ground from body to heart.

However, instead of feeling violated, they who fell to the ground looked at Pang Shiyuan with even more reverence: "Sure enough, a great immortal is a great immortal!" With one look, there is supreme divine might! ”

The villagers couldn't see or feel the spherical sword intent. They only saw Pang Shiyuan raise his eyes and look around, and then the rampant locusts that flew in became the street boy! (To be continued......)