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Extremely complicated emotions could not help appearing on the face of the meditation monk, including anger and panic.

And the several strong men sitting around the meditation monk unabashedly released their hostility and murderous intentions towards Song Qingshu.

There are seven or eight people around the meditation monk, all of them are extraordinary figures, and they are rare existences in the army of ascending immortals.

This is also normal, how can there be ordinary people and bastards among the people who can come here?

"I heard that when fellow Taoist Jingxin first entered the Divine Pass, some young disciples frantically killed the eight-winged Tianpeng of fellow Taoist Jingxin, and there was no reason for that."

"Everyone, tell me, is such a pervert the shame of my generation of monks?"

On the table of the meditation monk, there was a man with a slightly younger appearance shaking the glass wine glass in his hand, and said in a very crisp voice.

His words are gentle, and his voice is neither high nor low, but it can be clearly heard by everyone in Feitian Restaurant.

This cultivator was wearing an azure blue battle suit, his brows were full of childishness, his complexion was as fair as jade, especially his fingers were extremely crystal clear.

His fingers and the glazed jade cup complemented each other, which made him look even more detached and refined.

All eyes in the restaurant focused on Song Qingshu, because everyone knew that he was speaking ill of Song Qingshu.

Chapter 606 Fight Back

Listening to the provocative words of the seemingly immature man, Song Qingshu couldn't help but put down the glass of sake in his hand, seemingly silent and disdainful.

"It is indeed a scum. The road to immortality is the road to contend for supremacy. If you have the strength, you will fight openly. What kind of hero is killing a mount for no reason? What kind of ability is it?"

"Disgusting."

A woman around Meditation cultivator gave a slight pooh and said with a joking smile.

The girl's beautiful face is different from that of a meditation monk, and she is extraordinarily enchanting and charming, but at this time her voice is very sharp.

She was dressed in a red dress that looked like a flame. She was supposed to be charming and enchanting, but now she had an undisguised killing intent, full of cruelty and blood.

"Fellow Daoist, they humiliated you so much, why don't you fight back? It's a shame to be so cowardly."

Listening to the voices of meditation monks and others.

Those who have something to do went straight to Song Qingshu's body, don't go, glanced at Song Qingshu carefully, and then spoke.

So far.

Song Qingshu shook his head directly, drank a glass of sake with disdain, and said, "There are so many clowns in this world, I have to beat them to death one by one, don't worry about it."

Listening to Song Qingshu's words, the expressions of the seven or eight heavenly favored men at the table of the meditation monk could not help but turn cold.

"Killing a mount, never repenting, I didn't expect a bastard like you to dare to be arrogant here!"

The woman in red slapped the table angrily, stood up straight, her crescent eyebrows furrowed, her two willow-leaf eyebrows stood upright, and a cold light shone in her pupils.

The immature man tugged at the hem of the red-clothed woman's clothes, pulled her to sit down, and then said with a smile: "Sister Xiaye, why bother to get angry with a villain? In a few days, I will enter the hero's battlefield, when the time comes Pigs and dogs like this, let’s teach them a lesson!”

Listen to the voice of this immature man.

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

They had a red face and a white face, singing in harmony with each other, constantly belittling Song Qingshu, trying to arouse his anger, causing him to take the lead in attacking.

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

The battlefield of heroes is about to open.

All the proud sons present at the scene wished to see Scholar Song Qing get angry, and then ignore it and start killing in the restaurant.

If it is true, then that would be great, if this is the case, Song Qingshu will be in great trouble, and one of the peerless masters on the battlefield of heroes can be subtracted.

Obviously, besides meditation monks and others, other people in the restaurant also hope that Song Qingshu will be violent, and then use the rules to blame Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu is very clear about the intentions of monk Jingxin and others, and knows that now is not the best time for him to do it.

But Song Qingshu was never a person who only considered whether it was suitable or not, he also considered whether he was happy or not.

So Song Qingshu stood up straight, looked at the immature man and the meditation monk and others: "It seems that you want to die?"

Song Qingshu's speech was very decisive, so it seemed extraordinarily natural and powerful, like an emperor's speech, more like a scolding.

Listen to Song Qingshu's voice.

The seven or eight people around the meditation monk cast their gazes on Song Qingshu one after another, like cold swords.

With a swipe, the atmosphere here suddenly turned cold, as if the temperature had also dropped a few degrees.

The people in the restaurant had a premonition that there might be a big collision here, so there were a lot fewer people talking in the restaurant.

Countless people cast their gazes one after another, and this place became the most concerned place in the restaurant for a while.

Even the superb young man in Huayi, the monk with curly hair, and the other top players who dominated one side of the table couldn't help but glance at this side.

Everyone wants to see which side will suffer.

Seeing Song Qingshu's emotions that would only be revealed when he was really angry, the meditation monk placed the whisk in front of him, and then a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Then he quietly smiled:

"Song Daoyou, I remember that Jingxin has no enmity with you. You have troubled me again and again, isn't it too much?"

Song Qingshu is indifferent:

"False things are as loud as flies!"

Hearing this, the murderous intent in Xia Ye's eyes involuntarily became more serious, while the immature man became more indifferent, staring at Song Qingshu several times, full of murderous intent.

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

A single person may not be a big deal, but when they are combined, they become very powerful and cannot be ignored. They can simply walk sideways in the first level of God.

In order to attract such a group of people, I think it was a group of people who were recruited just now after a lot of effort by the monks of meditation.

"Do you dare to say what you just said again?"

"Song Qingshu, maybe you have some strength, but in front of me, Qingxue, you are not allowed to be presumptuous!"

The immature man stood up straight, looked at Song Qingshu, his radiant pupils were full of murderous intent, and cursed.

"I said you are a bunch of lifeless things!"

"Do you want me to say it again?"

Song Qingshu drank the last sip of sake, squeezed the jade cup made of glazed crystal into ashes, and then calmly glanced at these people, his eyes were full of indifference.

In an instant.

The Feitian restaurant was almost extremely quiet, countless people even forgot to eat the exquisite food, and they watched such a wonderful scene with their spiritual thoughts.

"Little bastard, why are you so bold? Haven't you ever heard of the name of my young master, I, Demon Slayer?"

Someone stood up next to the meditation monk. This man was tall and tall, like a hill, with two heads on his shoulders and neck. He was not human, and his face was extremely hideous.

"Tumo? What is it? I've never heard of it. Is it a dog?"

Song Qingshu sneered.

"Damn things!"

Tu Mo was originally a master with an extensive mind. Hearing Song Qingshu's sarcasm, how could he care about the rules?

Roaring furiously, Tu Mo directly pulled out a giant hammer as tall as a man from the void, and swung it towards Song Qingshu.

"Brother Tu Mo, don't! You are breaking the rules."

The meditation monk watched Tu Mo's attack, secretly happy in his heart, but pretended to be extremely worried.

"The killing method of the primordial spirit, the gods come to the world!"

Tu Mo's attack relied on the general trend of the world, even if Song Qingshu's physical strength was against the sky, he did not dare to take this move head-on.

But Song Qingshu still didn't pay attention to this Demon Slayer.

Just when that hammer hit Song Qingshu's body.

Song Qingshu gave a cold drink in his heart, and then a brilliance flashed from between his brows.

A villain of Yuanshen flew out from Song Qingshu's eyebrows, and then flew in again.

It was unimaginably fast, several times faster than Tianyu Thunder, and no one noticed the whole process.

puff!

Tu Mo's sea of ​​consciousness suddenly shattered, his primordial spirit dimmed, as if he had been stepped on by a god, and then Tu Mo's hill-like body fell directly to the ground, embarrassed and funny.

Chapter 607 Can't wait

Tu Mo is also considered a prestigious and strong man on the entire road to immortality. Although he has never been famous in the immortal list, his strength is definitely not bad.

According to rumors, Tu Mo once directly swallowed up a large sect with his power and influence, killing people like hemp, and he was extremely cruel and merciless.

Such a person is an extremely terrifying existence even in today's restaurants.

No one could believe that Song Qingshu was able to kill him without a hit.

But now the facts have really happened, which is surprising and unbelievable.

"This is how the same thing?"

"Anyone see it?"

"The Demon Slayer seems to have fallen to the ground by himself! Song Qingshu didn't even make a move?"

"This is too dreamy, unbelievable, what happened?"

Seeing Tu Mo's mournful appearance standing upright and foaming at the mouth, the people in Feitian Restaurant started discussing one after another, and none of them believed what they saw.

"what have you done?"

Xia Ye stood up straight, looked at Song Qingshu coldly, with murderous intent flashing in her eyes, and shouted.

Song Qingshu sneered indifferently:

"What can I do, I just glanced at him and he collapsed, can this be my fault?"