Chapter 557

"I'll rob the mountain gate!"

Song Qingshu looked at the seven or eight year old child in front of him, sneered and said coldly.

Song Qingshu said it very directly and unswervingly, as if he could not be rejected by others.

So strong that the boy with red lips and white teeth couldn't help being stunned. He didn't know what to do for a moment.

After a pause.

The boy looked at Song Qingshu and said coldly:

"It's like eating bear heart and leopard courage!"

"You're a guy of unknown origin. You've never heard of a man like you on the road to immortality!"

"Now you hurt my mountain gate and surprised me. You're so ashamed that you want to take my Jiuyang temple. What sin should you commit?"

The boy sank his face and carried his hands behind him. He was so powerful that he drank and scolded song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu suddenly became interested when he looked at the boy and the kid.

Song Qingshu has been practicing Taoism for so many years. I really didn't expect that a little boy would dare him one day.

"Little fellow, I don't care whether you are a newborn calf or pretending to be a child. If you pretend to me again, I won't easily spare you."

Song Qingshu looked at the boy, smiled and opened his lips.

Listening to song Qingshu's words, the boy raised a sneer on his face and proudly said to song Qingshu:

"It's just a waste of half stepping into the divine realm, which has damaged the immortal gate of Jiuyang temple. Don't you dare to put your face here?"

"Why don't you see where this is? The first temple in the first God pass, Jiuyang temple! Is this where people like you can come? "

Although the boy looks very small, he doesn't feel any flutter.

But he was very strong. His words were direct and full of aggressive indifference. After a word, he suddenly put out a hand and grabbed song Qingshu.

The boy's hands were snow-white, which only gave song Qingshu a warm and white feeling.

However, the warm white hand suddenly twinkled blue, and some small and dense snake scales grew on it.

With a roar, the little hand became a dragon's claw more than ten feet long.

The Dragon claws are huge and boundless. After crushing the void, they come to the cover of song Qingshu. The sharp and cold light shines between the cyan nails.

"Hum!"

"I thought it was a human child. I just wanted to let it go. It turned out to be a pervert demon. It's a worthy death!"

Song Qingshu looked at the oncoming dragon claw and gave a cold, stuffy cry.

Then song Qingshu stood where he was. He didn't move even half a step. He directly raised his hand and greeted the dragon claw.

Now.

Although song Qingshu's superficial accomplishments still remain at the threshold of half stepping into the realm of God.

However, its absolute strength has enabled Song Qing to face the old-fashioned Shenjing, and the strong are not afraid of a point.

How could he be bullied by a boy now? Directly raise your hand to fight, the action is simple and sharp, and the momentum is powerful.

"Bang"

Song Qingshu's palm finger, which was cast like thunder, cracked the boy's ten foot long dragon claw covered with blue scales on the spot with a loud bang.

This is just the result of song Qingshu's mercy. If song Qingshu doesn't care so much and tries his best, the boy will definitely become a pool of meat sauce.

"Ah! It hurts, you... "

The dragon's claw was broken by one palm.

The boy transformed by the Millennium Dragon couldn't help but utter an extremely sad cry, and then pedaled backward, dishevelled and embarrassed.

The boy's big blue hand retracted and finally turned into a normal look.

Although the boy has made every effort to treat his injury, it has really been distorted.

The bones in his palm kept ringing and would break at any time and become blood foam all over the sky.

Song Qingshu's magic power is still running around, preventing the boy's right palm from returning to normal.

"Although I'm a bad guest and the visitors are not good, you can't be so crazy about me as a little boy, otherwise you should be embarrassed more."

Song Qingshu looked at the painful child, smiled and said coldly to the opposite.

"You, your good days have come to an end from now on... You really have the courage to be wild in our Bajing palace."

"If you don't move, I'll invite my brother, the leader of the Jiuyang temple. Even if you have nine lives today, it's not enough to kill."

The boy looked at Song Qingshu's killing intention in his eyes. He was so frightened that he lost his voice and shouted. As he walked, he pointed to song Qingshu with his hand.

The boy yelled at the mountain gate. His figure turned into a ray of Aurora and flew back quickly.

Song Qingshu ignored the frightened boy and sat quietly watching his change.

He didn't know what enemy he would meet next, so song Qingshu began to be excited.

Although the boy is very unreasonable, song Qingshu doesn't pay attention to him at all.

How do the joys and sorrows of ants affect the emotions of the dragon in the sky?

"Why does the boy disturb my beauty and make a noise here?"

After the boy yelled a few times, a shout came from the depths of the palace que of the Jiuyang temple.

The voice is as cold as a spring. The speaker is not very old, but he has a dignity.

This scold made the void tremble, extremely powerful, and had some inexplicable rhythm and martial arts fluctuation.

However, when this scolding was introduced into song Qingshu's mind, it could not make song Qingshu's thoughts turbulent, and could not make his yuan God villain tremble for a moment.

Song Qingshu shook his head slightly, shook away the boredom in his mind, and looked at the Jiuyang temple.

Jiuyang temple is built between the mountain peaks, surrounded by beautiful scenery. There are spirit birds flying in the air, Dan cliffs, strange stones and waterfalls.

There are colorful clouds rising and winding on the cliff, and there are ten thousand year Ganoderma lucidum under the cliff, which is like a fairyland.

This place is not so vast, which is almost negligible compared with the whole first God.

However, it is very magical. It can be called a land that seizes the creation of heaven and earth and evolves into a beautiful place of sun, moon and clock.

"Not bad. Just give it to me."

Song Qingshu raised an arc at the corner of his mouth, nodded with satisfaction, and spoke to himself.

When song Qingshu looked at the Nine Yang Temple.

The boy who had escaped earlier came to the depths of the palace of the Jiuyang temple, knelt on the ground and kowtowed:

"A young man who didn't know where he came from ate ambition and leopard courage, came to our Jiuyang temple, talked nonsense, destroyed our Mountain Gate, and threatened to take charge of the Jiuyang temple!"

The boy's right hand, which was fractured by song Qingshu's fist, was still slightly convulsed, so he suddenly had a cold sweat, and his voice could not help shaking.

Listen to the boy's report.

A young man suddenly appeared in the Jiuyang temple.

The man breathed calmly like a mountain. He was wearing a black-and-white Taoist robe and a purple golden crown. He was not angry.