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

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

If Song Qingshu didn't make a move, he nailed to death an eight-winged Tianpeng who was at the third level of the God Transformation Realm, and when he made another move, he directly scared off the extremely profound meditation monk.

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

If Song Qingshu's shots were aimed at him just now, can he avoid it?

Everyone has their own answer.

As a result, the atmosphere in the city gate became more depressing for a while, and some people's hearts were damaged, so they turned around and left, leaving Dengxian all the way.

The meditation monk stood behind the other monks with a gloomy face, looking at Song Qingshu's back as if he was staring at his father and enemy.

The meditation cultivator's eyes were dark, and he gritted his teeth tightly. There was infinite murderous intent looming in it, but she couldn't make a move.

Song Qingshu is really too strong, so powerful that monk Jingxin loses the courage to confront him head-on...

puff.

Song Qingshu stepped out of the city gate first, and a glimmer of light greeted him.

The holy light of time hit Song Qingshu's body, making him look extraordinarily powerful, as if a god had come to the world.

At the front of the city gate, there are several soldiers in different armors.

The killing atmosphere on these soldiers is as cold as the sea, and none of them are wearing heavy armor.

The metal light on Jia's stomach was cold and compelling, making people feel a sense of heaviness inexplicably, making it hard to breathe.

"In the First Divine Gate, without permission, it is not the period of the heroic battlefield, no one is allowed to use force!"

"Especially you!"

Among the group of soldiers, there was a soldier of medium build, wearing an azure iron suit and holding a cold iron spear, pointing at Song Qingshu and said.

The cold light in his eyes is breathtaking, and one can tell at a glance that the strength of this seemingly ordinary soldier has reached the terrifying strength of transforming gods.

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows slightly:

"What about me?"

The soldier snorted coldly:

"Before you killed the Eight-winged Tianpeng, you have violated the taboo of the first level of God, now you warn once!"

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

Listening to the soldiers' warning, Song Qingshu still didn't say anything, his expression was calm and indifferent, standing on the spot like a normal person, "Presumptuous! I'm talking to you now, did you hear me?! How dare you do this ignore me?"

Looking at Song Qingshu's indifferent face.

The soldier couldn't help shouting in embarrassment, the cold iron spear in his hand shone with an extremely cold light, and the spear trembled slightly, almost stabbing out.

The many monks surrounding the city gate showed surprised expressions, but they all fell into silence, and no one said anything.

By coincidence, they quietly watched the scene of Song Qingshu and the soldiers.

No one thought that the rebellious Song Qingshu would not even pay attention to the soldiers in the first Shenguan.

Now the soldiers guarding the city gate want to give Song Qingshu a dismount and deter him, so as to achieve the effect of killing chickens and monkeys.

Basically everyone who stepped into the first gate knew that the soldier holding the cold iron spear in front of him was definitely not an ordinary soldier.

These are the descendants of the first group of powerful monks who embarked on the road to immortality, with powerful blood and monstrous mana.

No matter who is facing this group of soldiers, they must be cautious, because these are definitely one of the terrifying group of monks.

"I'm not a person who likes to make troubles. As long as you don't mess with me, everything will be fine."

"If you accidentally provoke me, I'm sorry, Thunder will attack, and I will never leave anyone alive!"

After saying these words, Song Qingshu turned sideways and took a cold look at the meditation monk hiding in the crowd.

Then Song Qingshu didn't look back, just turned around and left, walking past the soldiers indifferently, not paying attention to them at all.

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, many people present couldn't help being shocked.

Although Song Qingshu's words were quite plain, there was a potential strength in his words.

He doesn't intentionally cause trouble, but if someone deliberately targets him, then he will definitely cause 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 with extremely cold eyes, and raised the cold iron ancient spear in his hand, pointing at Song Qingshu.

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

Listening to the soldier's threatening words, Song Qingshu was still as indifferent as ice.

Song Qingshu didn't turn his head back, so naturally he didn't explain, ignored him, leaving only a back view, submerged in the first gate.

Before he knew it, the straight black spear that crucified the eight-winged Tianpeng appeared in Song Qingshu's hand again.

The gun light above the spear shone with a cold black light, and the murderous aura like a sea of ​​tides was reflected in the eyes of everyone and the soldier.

The indifference of Song Qingshu's actions, as well as the indifference in his words and deeds, made this extremely proud soldier feel that his majesty was not there. For the first time in his life, he was challenged by the immortal.

"Bastard!"

He coldly yelled at Song Qingshu's back, and then heavily smashed the cold spear in his hand to the ground, shaking the bluestone ground on the floor of the first Shenguan.

As soldiers in the city, their job was to maintain the stability of the city. If they hadn't committed a felony, even this group of soldiers would not be able to take action.

Even though the soldier already hated Song Qingshu to the bone, it was not easy to do anything to him, so he could only vent his anger on the floor.

"Fellow Daoist, try not to provoke the soldiers in Dao City. Although they have iron-like discipline and rules, if there are too many people, there will naturally be good and bad."

"If some people are restless, flout the discipline rules, and retaliate against our group of immortals, then all of us will be unlucky!"

A strong man with an extremely advanced state came to Song Qingshu's side, feeling a little helpless at Song Qingshu's performance just now, and opened his lips to speak.

Song Qingshu smiled disdainfully:

"My generation of monks, is it possible to nod and bow to others?"

"If he dares to attack and retaliate, he can just kill him. If he blindly pleases him, he is at a disadvantage."

exhausted.

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

"Fellow Daoist, don't you want to hear how we should live in this first gate?"

An extremely beautiful female monk looked at the back of Song Qingshu who was about to leave, her beautiful eyes were a little blurred, her red lips were bitten and then opened.

Song Qing didn't turn his head back:

"I know the rules better than those soldiers!"

Chapter 555 Provocation

The number of people walking out of the gate of the city was increasing, and finally those powerful monks turned into a long dragon by coincidence, and gradually stepped into the first gate.

Some people's strength is obvious, so they occupy the front of the long dragon.

Some monks were weak, so they had to walk low-key at the end of the long dragon, silently, hoping that one day they could walk in front of the long dragon.

At this time, the position arrangement above the long dragon preliminarily established their position in the first Shenguan.

However, regardless of the long dragon, a terrifying strong man with a black spear always stood in front of the long dragon, throwing the other monks down.

That person is Song Qingshu.

At the forefront of the long queue of people, Song Qingshu sneered and refused to act together with the group of immortal monks: "I understand the rules better than those soldiers."

The extremely beautiful female monk was taken aback when she heard Song Qingshu's words, and then wanted to say something.

But Song Qingshu's figure has been scattered like a puff of smoke, and his shadow can no longer be found.

"Hey, this outstanding person is not something I can get close to, is he?"

"But how does he know the rules here and what we should do better than the soldiers here? It's puzzling..."

Seeing Song Qingshu's disappearing trace, the female monk couldn't help sighing, and whispered.

Although this matter is extremely incomprehensible, Song Qingshu's understanding of the rules of No. [-] Shenguan indeed surpasses everyone in No. [-] Shenguan today.

After all, the system in Song Qingshu's mind is extremely powerful.

Everything about the First Divine Gate is stored in Song Qingshu's mind, and as long as Song Qingshu needs it, he can extract it in a flash.

So after Song Qingshu thought about it for a while, a thought about what he was going to do next popped up in his mind: "The Heroes Battlefield will be held at an uncertain time. If it is soon, it will take a few days, if it is slower, it will even be three years or two years..."

So, should I find a place for myself first? "

"Besides, there are not so many rules in the first Shenguan. Apart from using martial arts without authorization, everything is easy to talk about."

Say it.

Song Qingshu's figure turned into a cloud of green smoke and dissipated in the gust of wind that filled the sky.

When Song Qingshu's figure reappeared, he had already appeared on the tallest building of the First Divine Pass, overlooking the extremely wide First Divine Pass.

The city in the first Shenguan is huge, the streets are wide, and the streets are lined with towering old trees.

From time to time, there is a breath of avenues sprinkled on the ancient trees, and the branches and leaves are luxuriant, just like a sacred tree.

There are many down-to-earth buildings on both sides of the ancient tree, including a pharmacy selling healing pills, a weapon shop selling weapons of the level of gods, and so on.

During the period, there were restaurants, inns, and even casinos for gambling utensils.

Looking at the scenery in the First Shenguan, Song Qingshu couldn't help but be amazed.

After countless years of transformation, the No. [-] Shenguan with difficult living conditions has been transformed into a livable city.

However, this livable city is not like the bustling streets in the ordinary world, it is lifeless, and the business of various shops is not booming.

Especially the monks who come and go on the street.

During this period, everyone looked at others with extremely cold eyes, holding a knife handle.