Chapter 606

Listening to the provocative words of the man who looked a little immature, song Qingshu couldn't help but put down a cup of sake in his hand, like silence and disdain.

"They are really scum. They fight for supremacy all the way to the immortal. If they have the strength, they will have a fair and aboveboard duel. What kind of hero and skill is mount to kill for no reason?"

"It's disgusting."

A woman around the meditation monk gently bah and joked with a smile.

The beautiful appearance of a woman is different from that of a meditation friar. She is particularly enchanting and charming, but her voice is very sharp at this time.

She was dressed in a red dress like a flame. She should have been charming and enchanting, but now she has an unabashed killing intention, full of cold blood.

"Taoist friend, they humiliate you so much, don't you fight back? Such timidity is too demoralizing. "

Listen to the words of meditation monks and others.

Some good people went directly to song Qingshu's body. Don't go. They glanced at Song Qingshu with their experience, and then said.

So far.

Song Qingshu shook his head directly, disdained to drink a cup of sake and said:

"There are so many clowns in the world. Do I have to shoot them one by one? Don't care."

Listening to the voice of song Qingshu, the seven or eight favored sons of heaven at the table of meditation friars couldn't help cooling their faces.

"Kill a mount and never repent. I didn't expect a rat like you to be arrogant here!"

The woman in red slapped the table angrily and stood up. Her eyebrows frowned, and the two willow eyebrows stood up directly, with a cold light in her eyes.

The young man pulled the red woman's skirt, pulled her down, then smiled and said:

"Why should sister Xia ye be angry with a villain? We will enter the heroic battlefield in a few days. At that time, we will teach such pigs and dogs a good lesson! "

Listen to the voice of the young man.

Even those irrelevant people in the restaurant can't help feeling that these people are too much.

They have a red face and a white face. They sing in harmony with each other in their speech. They constantly belittle song Qingshu in an attempt to arouse his anger and provoke him to take the lead.

However, at this time, no one stood up and said a fair word for song Qingshu.

The heroic battlefield is about to open.

All the heaven's favourites present were eager to see that scholar Song Qing was angry, and then ignored it and killed in the restaurant.

If so, it would be great. In this way, song Qingshu will be in great difficulty. One peerless expert on the heroic battlefield can be subtracted.

Obviously, now, in addition to the meditation monks and other generations, other people in the restaurant also expect song Qingshu to explode, and then use the rules to criticize song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu is very clear about the intentions of the meditation monks and others. He knows that now is not the best time for him to start.

But song Qingshu was never a person who only considered whether he was fit or not. He also considered whether he was happy or not.

So song Qingshu stood up and looked at the young men and meditation monks:

"Looks like you want to die?"

Song Qingshu's speech was very decisive, so it was particularly natural and powerful, like the speech of the emperor, more like a kind of scolding.

Listen to the voice of Song Qing's calligraphy.

The seven or eight people around the meditation monk threw their eyes at Song Qingshu, like a cold sword.

With a brush, the atmosphere here suddenly cooled down, as if the temperature had also dropped a few degrees.

People in the restaurant have a hunch that there may be a big collision here, so there are fewer people talking in the restaurant.

Countless people have cast their eyes, and this place has become the most concerned place in the restaurant for a time.

Even the high-level childe in Chinese clothes, the monk with hair tied, and the other tables, the top-level strongmen who dominate the party, couldn't help looking here.

Everyone wants to see which side will suffer.

Looking at Song Qingshu's anger, the meditation friar put the dust in front of him, and then a ray of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Then he smiled quietly:

"Song Daoyou, I remember that meditation has no hatred with you. Is it too much for you to trouble me again and again?"

Song Qingshu is indifferent:

"Hypocritical things, as loud as flies!"

At the smell of the speech, Xia Ye's eyes became more murderous, while the young man was more indifferent. He stared at Song Qingshu for several times, filled with murderous spirit.

Song Qingshu knew that several people, including this young man, were allies of meditation monks.

A single person may be nothing, but when they are together, they become very strong and can't be ignored. They can walk sideways in the first God pass.

In order to attract such a group of people, I think it's also a group of people that meditation friars have just won over after a lot of effort.

"How dare you say that again?"

"Song Qingshu, maybe you have some strength, but you can't be presumptuous in front of me!"

The young man stood up and looked at Song Qingshu. His bright eyes were full of killing intention and shouted.

"I say you are a group of people who don't know how to live or die!"

"Do you want me to say it again?"

Song Qingshu drank the last mouthful of sake, pinched the jade cup made of glass divine crystal into robbery ash, and then calmly glanced at these people. His eyes were full of indifference.

instant.

In Feitian restaurant, it was almost quiet to the extreme. Countless people even forgot to eat the exquisite food. They looked out and observed such a wonderful scene.

"Little beast, why are you so bold? Haven't you ever heard of my name of killing demons?"

Someone stood up beside the meditation friar. He was burly and looked like a hill. He had two heads on his shoulders and neck. He was not human and looked ferocious to the extreme.

"Slaying demons? What, never heard of, is it the dog of which family? "

Song Qingshu sneered.

"Bastard!"

Slaying demons is an extensive master. Listening to the satire of song Qingshu, where can we care about the rules of God?

With a roar of rage, the demon butcher directly pulled out a one person high giant hammer from the void and swung it at Song Qingshu.

"Brother Tu Mo, no! You're breaking the rules. "

The meditative friar looked at the murderer's hand and was secretly happy. However, he pretended to be particularly worried.

"Yuan Shen kills the Dharma, and God faces the world!"

With the help of the general trend of heaven and earth, even if song Qingshu's physical strength was against the sky, he didn't dare to take this move.

But song Qingshu still didn't pay attention to this demon slaying.

Just when the hammer could hit song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu gave a cold drink in his heart, and then there was a flash of brilliance between his eyebrows.

A little figure of the yuan God flew out of the song Qingshu's eyebrows and eyes, and then flew in again.

It was unimaginably fast. It was several times faster than Tianyu Xunlei. No one noticed the whole process.

Pooh!

When the butcher knew Haydn, he was crushed, and the yuan God was dim, as if he had been trampled by the gods. Then the butcher's hill like body fell directly to the ground, embarrassed and funny.