Song Qingshu walked alone in the city gate.

No one came forward to keep pace with him, so the atmosphere in the city gate seemed very dull and depressed.

Song Qingshu's performance just now was so amazing that other immortals in the city gate couldn't respond.

If song Qingshu didn't do it, he directly nailed an eight winged Tianpeng who changed the three aspects of the divine realm. When he did it again, he directly startled the deeply meditative monk.

At this time, many people in the gate were thinking about a problem.

If the shots in Song Qingshu just stabbed him, can he still avoid it?

Everyone has his own answer in his heart.

So for a time, the atmosphere in the city gate became more depressed. Some humanitarian hearts were damaged. They turned and left directly and left all the way to ascend the immortal.

The meditation friar stood behind the other friars with a gloomy face and looked at Song Qingshu's back like staring at the enemy who killed his father.

The meditation Friar's eyes are dark and vicious, and she clenches her teeth. There are infinite killing opportunities looming in it. However, she can't do it.

Song Qingshu is so strong that the meditation friar lost the courage to fight head-on

Poof.

Song Qingshu took the lead in stepping out of the city gate, and a wisp of light came in front of him.

The holy morning light hit song Qingshu, making him look particularly powerful, just like a God in the world.

At the front of the city gate were several soldiers in different armor.

These soldiers are as cold as the sea. None of them are wearing heavy armor.

The metal light on the nail stomach is cold and pressing, which makes people feel a little heavy and breathless.

"In the first God pass, without permission, it is not a heroic battlefield period. No one can use force!"

"Especially you!"

Among the soldiers, a soldier of medium build, wearing blue iron clothes and holding a cold iron spear pointed to song Qingshu and said.

The cold light in his eyes frightens people. At a glance, he knows that the strength of this seemingly ordinary soldier has reached the terrorist strength of Huashen state.

Song Qingshu raised her eyebrows slightly:

"What about me?"

The soldier snorted coldly:

"Previously, you killed eight winged Tianpeng, which has violated the taboo of the first God pass. Now you warn once!"

"No one is allowed to make trouble here. If there is any violation, I will kill him. I will never show any mercy!"

Listening to the soldiers' warning, song Qingshu still didn't say anything. He looked calm and cold, standing in place like a nobody,

"Presumptuous! I'm talking to you now. Do you hear me?! How dare you ignore me like this? "

Looking at Song Qingshu's indifferent face.

The soldier couldn't help shouting with shame and anger. The cold iron war spear in his hand glittered with the extreme light of lengsen. The war spear trembled slightly and almost stabbed out.

Many monks around the gate looked surprised, but they all fell into silence, and everyone didn't say anything.

Coincidentally, I had to quietly watch song Qingshu and the soldiers.

No one thought that the rebellious song Qingshu didn't even pay attention to the soldiers in the first God pass.

Now the soldiers guarding the city gate want to bring a threat to song Qingshu and deter him, so as to make an example of the others.

Basically, everyone who stepped into the first God pass knew that the soldier with cold iron and spear in front of him was definitely not an ordinary soldier.

These are the descendants of the first group of powerful monks who set foot on the way to immortality. They have strong blood and powerful mana.

Whoever faces this group of soldiers should be cautious, because these are definitely one of the terrible friars.

"I'm not a person willing to pick things again. As long as you don't annoy me, everything will be calm."

"If you accidentally get into trouble, I'm sorry. The thunder will attack and never leave alive!"

After saying these words, song Qingshu turned to his side and took a cold look at the meditation monk hiding in the crowd.

Then song Qingshu didn't look back. He turned and left directly. He walked through the soldiers indifferently and didn't pay attention to them at all.

Hearing song Qingshu's words, many people present were shocked.

Although song Qingshu's words are quite plain, there is a potential strength in his words.

He doesn't deliberately provoke anything, but if someone deliberately targets him, he will have a storm!

"Over the years, you are the first one who dares to speak to me like this."

"I want to ask you the meaning of your words. Are you threatening me?"

The soldier looked at Song Qingshu and his eyes were very cold. The cold iron ancient spear in his hand directly raised and pointed to song Qingshu.

The ancient spear trembled, but it didn't stab out after all.

Song Qingshu listened to the soldier's threatening words and remained as cold as ice.

Song Qingshu didn't look back. Naturally, he didn't explain. He ignored him. He only left a back and didn't enter the first God pass.

Unconsciously, the straight black long gun nailing eight winged Tianpeng appeared in Song Qingshu's hand.

The spear awn above the spear shone with a cold black light, and the murderous spirit like a tidal sea was reflected in the eyes of the people and the soldier.

Song Qingshu's indifference to his actions and his indifference to his words and deeds made this proud soldier feel that his Majesty was no longer there. He was provoked by the immortal for the first time in his life.

"Bastard!"

He shouted coldly at the back of song Qingshu, and then pestled the cold spear in his hand on the ground, and the first God of the earthquake closed the bluestone on the floor.

As soldiers in the city, their profession is to maintain stability in the city. If they don't commit a felony, even they are not easy to fight.

Although the soldier hated song Qingshu to the bone, he couldn't do it, so he had to vent his anger on the floor.

"Taoist friends, try not to provoke the soldiers in the Taoist city. Although they have iron discipline and rules, when there are many people, the good and bad are intermingled."

"If some people are restless, despise the rules of discipline and retaliate against our immortals, we are all unlucky!"

A strong man with a very profound realm came to song Qingshu and felt a little helpless about song Qingshu's just performance.

Song Qingshu disdained to smile:

"Friars of our generation, do you still have to bow down to others?"

"If he dares to retaliate, he can kill him. He just pleases and loses the favor."

Say it all.

Song Qingshu directly left the gathering place where the immortals gathered.

"Taoist friend, don't you listen to how we should live in this first God pass?"

A beautiful nun looked at Song Qingshu's leaving back. Her eyes were blurred. She bit her red lips and opened it.

Song Qing doesn't look back:

"I know the rules better than those soldiers!"