The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 As the outside world generally expected, more and more Daxia people have come to Gwangju Metropolitan City in the past few days, and this ancient city with extremely dense population, It is more crowded and even overwhelmed.

Today, the entire Gwangju is bathed in sunlight, but the city is covered with a layer of blue gauze, because the infinite green lotus sword aura above everyone’s head covers the sky and the sun, blocking most of the sunlight. And separated a very long distance, releasing an extremely powerful aura.

In the middle of the afternoon, on the huge school square in the prefecture of Gwangju, the metropolitan city of Guangju, Qiu Shan, who was wearing a prefect official uniform and was thin in stature, stood with his hands holding his hands, looking up at the west, in his unabated eyes, A high mountain that pierced into the sky like a sword was reflected, and on the top of the mountain, a huge green lotus that released more than nine hundred miles of sword energy.

Qiu Shan, who stands in the city lord’s mansion, has not closed his eyes for several days and nights since he returned from Wanjian Mountain. At this time, his thin cheeks have sunken inward, and his skin has become extremely weak and grayish-blue, with gray hair. Simply draped behind him, the whole body contains a dangerous aura that no strangers should enter.

　　 Qiu Shan, the prefect of Gwangju, was never a benevolent person, but this time Murong He had no choice but to wait in the city lord's mansion, filling Qiu Shan's heart with dissatisfaction with his incompetence.

　　 "Master Prefect, you have not rested for several days. If you don't take a break, tomorrow will be the day of Murong He and His Majesty's sacred decision. Your subordinates are afraid that by then, your body will be unable to hold it."

　　 A slightly old voice rang from behind Qiu Shan, and then Qiu Shan retracted his gaze from the west and responded softly:

"I'm not old yet. It will be okay until tomorrow. It's just the old man. I am ashamed of Your Majesty and Da Xia. I knew that. When I received the news that Murong and the retreat hit the holy realm, the old man should directly lead the army. Rushing to Wanjian Mountain will end early and future troubles."

In Qiu Shan's voice, in addition to resolute killing intent, there is also deep exhaustion and hoarseness, and the figure behind it is about the same age as Qiu Shan, and is also thin and slightly rickety. This school field The two above have met and helped each other since they were young. At this time, one was the prefect of Gwangju and the other was a staff member of the prefect. They almost supported the entire Gwangju officialdom, and the status of the two was extremely high throughout Gwangju.

　　 Qiu Shan's voice fell, and then behind him, the voice belonging to the staff again sounded:

"Master prefect, I am ashamed of Daxia. When you and I came to Gwangju with lofty ambitions in order to completely solve the concept of the rivers and lakes still left by the Gwangju monks, I did not expect that this so-called last fight of the rivers and lakes, but Staring at your Majesty in the court, hey."

　　 The soft sigh that sounded behind Qiu Shan represents the mood of the two at this time, but Qiu Shan is Qiu Shan after all, so after only a few breaths, he returned to normal, and the voice continued to sound in the school:

　　 "Since this is the end of the matter, I can only do my best to do my part, old man, how is the situation in the city today?"

　　As soon as this question came out, the elderly staff behind him, after a sigh of relief, responded with a slightly solemn voice:

"Our Metropolitan City has an ancient heritage, and has a large population, which is comparable to Shenjing. Although this infrastructure has improved a lot in recent years, at this time, under the influx of countless people every day, accommodation, food, and security are all Presents an overwhelmed state.

"What's more important is that the people not only rushed into the Metropolitan City through the Sifang City Gate, but also sent them to the Metropolitan Station. The east suburbs where the entire station is located, the water pavilion is already blocked, and they are all waiting to enter the city. , Most of these people are cultivators who are in the body, and many of them are grumpy!

　　 The report from the old staff fell, Qiu Shan turned around, looked at the eyes of the former, and asked directly:

　　 "A series of decrees of the old man can be arranged?"

　　 "My lord, it has already been arranged."

　　The old staff saluted the front, and then continued to report:

"The original citizens of the entire Metropolitan City were notified that they were in place, and the Gwangju Household Department opened a warehouse a few days ago to transport a large amount of grain, vegetables and meat into the market, and all the staff of the Gwangju Division Tianjian went to the east To maintain order in the suburbs, the criminal department also patrols the wide area city, but this time there are too many people entering the city, so they are still a little stretched."

　　 "Did the criminal departments and garrisons from other major cities in Gwangju be mobilized?"

　　 "Already mobilized, on the way to come one after another, but still not enough."

　　 As soon as this statement came out, Qiu Shan pressed his lips tightly, his cold face was lost in thought. After a while, he slowly said:

　　 "Contacting the Sitian Tower of the Shenjing City, I said that the Metropolitan City needs the support of the monks, and wrote a memorial to tell the cabinet about the situation in the Metropolitan City at this time.

　　 Qiu Shan's voice just fell, and the elderly staff member who knew that the former had a strong temper, raised his head suddenly and asked with some worry:

"grown ups?"

　　 "Old man, I am usually strong, but in the face of big things, it doesn't make any sense to be strong. The Metropolis can't be messed up in my hands!"

After 　　 finished speaking, Qiu Shan lightly waved the big sleeves of his official robes and strode directly out of the city lord’s mansion. At the same time, the voice sounded and spread out:

"Prepare the horse and go to the Libu Station. As far as I know, the teleporter Si Dai Si Chengyuan did not leave the Metropolitan City. I will ask him for help and see if I can limit this endless transmission People, ease the pressure in the city!"

　　 The eastern outskirts of the Metropolitan City, the outskirts where there were not many buildings, were overcrowded at this time. At the same time, Sitian monk from Gwangju was doing his best to maintain order.

In the center of the eastern suburbs, the wide-area station just put in, because of Murong and this sudden war post, it directly ushered in a nearly saturated throughput. In the huge station square, every breath will light up countless blue and white transmissions. The beam of light, after the beam of light dissipated, a citizen teleported from all over Daxia, slowly appeared across countless distances.

This huge amount of transmission is not only a kind of overload pressure on the wide area city, but also an unprecedented challenge for the newly established Daxia Transmission Department. Therefore, as the transmission department’s Yuan Bai, even Postponed the task of arranging the stone statue tower at Tianmen Pass in the north, and stayed in the Metropolitan City.

　　 Throughout the summer, except for Zhao Yu who retreats on the Phoenix Terrace, all the temples and monks will focus on this chaotic, crowded metropolis. They are anxious and uneasy, waiting for the arrival of this ultimate battle.

　　 This battle will be destined to be recorded in the annals of human race and will be remembered by later generations.