Chapter 1403

"No, you ruined my face. I'll kill you!"

A female monk waved a long sword in her hand, and her magic power shot out indiscriminately. Her face with stupid handwriting looked very ferocious at the moment. For a mortal woman, it is conceivable that she valued her appearance.

This is especially true for female practitioners after practice. Some women also specialize in beauty and beauty when choosing practice methods.

At the moment, it's more painful to destroy her face than to kill her. More importantly, the handwriting on her face is not an ordinary scar. Even if she washes it with mana, it's difficult to wash away the strange energy.

Obviously, the two handwriting stayed on her face for a long time. It was a terrible thing for a beautiful woman, which was worse than killing her.

Behind the crazy woman, a male friar with words on his face was holding his female companion and waving to interrupt the woman's magic power from time to time.

"Lily, don't be impulsive. You can't provoke this elder. It's our fault first."

Male fix painfully persuades his female companion, and there are suffering words in his heart.

With the male monk's persuasion, many monks in the field looked very gloomy, including many female monks.

However, different from the crazy woman, they all bury their heads and dare not say a word.

love beauty? The premise of beauty is to survive!

Although many female nuns who also hate song Qingshu are angry, they dare not look up at each other for fear that song Qingshu will do it to them again.

Just the scene of waving and defeating tens of thousands of monks just now is frightening. They understand that they can only count as their luck to survive at the moment.

At this time, most of the pain on their faces had disappeared, but the burning handwriting remained on their faces like a permanent seal.

Many people can't help laughing.

Stupid, yes, how stupid are they? It was easy to be used as a gun. With the ability of this elder in front of us, if this is really done by the other party, do you still need to explain it to them? Whoever resists, kill him.

"Now, you know your stupidity?"

Coldly looking at the low-level monks who were buried in silence, song Qingshu opened his mouth calmly.

Hearing the speech, several Yuan Ying friars looked ashamed, and the middle-aged man who made the giant hammer took the initiative to admit his mistake.

"I'm sorry, sir. We're impulsive about this. Thank you for your kindness."

Compared with other friars, these Yuanying friars know more clearly. With the power of the flame just now, it's really easy to kill them. It's just a flame. What if the fire curtain was put out at the beginning?

The words on their faces are just a small punishment given to them by the other party.

When he said this, the middle-aged man had hated the lark in his bones. If they were not provoked by the other party, how could they foolishly attack the elder?

However, considering the strength and background of the lark, the middle-aged man could only sigh slightly. These little friars could only recognize it.

With the admission of several Yuan Ying friars, other friars also understood and quickly respectfully admitted their mistakes to song Qingshu for fear that they would provoke other disasters. Even the woman who shouted to kill song Qingshu before was blocked by her companions and respectfully pressed on the ground.

Seeing that most of the monks were sincere, song Qingshu smiled and waved a roll without using any divine power. He saw that the handwriting on all faces began to creep, and the next moment, small flames rushed up from their bodies into the air and disappeared.

At this time, everyone was surprised. At first, they thought that the fire had burned words on their faces. Now they understand that the elder still had a hand. Maybe they will die when they start again.

Thinking of the scene that he was burned to death by the terrible flame, many friars sweat on their foreheads.

"Well, I'll punish you a little now. If you can't tell right from wrong, there's only a dead end waiting for you! These two handwriting will disappear automatically after three years, and there is no need to try to find someone to get rid of them. Few people can do it in this vast world. "

Seeing the frightened appearance of these people, song Qingshu nodded with satisfaction. Although these people are stupid, they are not stupid, otherwise he will have to kill.

After sweeping his eyes to watch the battle, song Qingshu no longer stayed for a long time, and turned to chase the direction where the lark fled.

How is song Qingshu willing to let those who dare to calculate themselves like this survive? He will catch him even if he runs to the ends of the earth.

"Elder, wait a minute."

However, just as song Qingshu was about to step out, the middle-aged man in Yuanying period spoke again and heard that song Qingshu was confused and turned back.

"Don't worry, elder. That lark is the first disciple of the first large sect in Yunhai Prefecture. You have to think more about going here."

The first disciple of Yunhai Prefecture?

Song Qingshu felt his chin when he heard the speech. At this time, he remembered the information left by the monk saved by Daoling Pavilion.

The vast world is unified by the Tianfeng Empire, and its territory is boundless. In order to strengthen management, it divides the territory into twelve prefectures. Each prefecture is subdivided into twelve prefectures, and each prefecture is directly managed by the royal family.

Although the bulk doors are free from interference, they are actually subject to the supervision of the state and county governments. This is the first door in yunhaizhou. I think it should have good strength, but it was not enough before Song Qing wrote.

If you dare to cover up the lark, don't blame him for his cruel hand under song Qingshu. He really doesn't have many people to be afraid of in this vast world.

"Well, all right, I see."

After thinking about it, song Qingshu felt that he had no need to fear a small clan in a small state, so he waved his hand and stepped away.

Seeing song Qingshu go away so freely, the middle-aged man smiled bitterly.

He knew that the lark had provoked a huge thing that should not be provoked this time. He was so indifferent to the first door in a state. Obviously, he had a different confidence.

"Finally gone?"

After a long time, the respectful monks finally raised their heads and looked at the empty void where song Qingshu stood before. Someone was relieved.

According to song Qingshu, their wounds can disappear in only three years. Although three years is not short for their low-level friars, it's better than living a lifetime with the word stupid.

Also, the female nun shed tears unexpectedly, as if she was very lucky. Seeing these Yuan Ying scattered nuns looking at each other and smiling bitterly, why did she know so? There are many people watching the war around, but they are not injured at all.

"Hey, let's go."

As soon as he waved to the people behind him, several Yuan Ying friars disappeared. They have no face to continue to lose face here.