What the?

Punish her spirit weapon?

Yuan Qinglian almost thought that he had auditory hallucinations, otherwise how could there be such unbelievable and laughing words?

As soon as Lu Jiuque's words fell, a black kitten suddenly burst out of the shadows, bit the net in Yuan Qinglian's hand, and threw it at Lu Jiuque.

"Lu Jiu is lacking! What are you doing! Yuan Qinglian "chuckled" in her heart, and suddenly screamed in panic, her eyes were full of resentment, "Lu Jiuque!" You dare to snatch my spiritual weapon! Look for death! ”

Emperor Shifang frowned in displeasure, raised his hand to take the net, and wanted to crush it directly, but finally handed it to Lu Jiuque.

Lu Jiuque raised his hand at Yuan Qinglian, and a small cluster of bright flames jumped at her fingertips, outlining her face extremely bewitchingly.

But seeing her hooking her lips evilly, she sneered: "What are you doing, I just said, naturally it is the initiator of the punishment, tsk, the fourth-level spiritual weapon, the level, structure and molding are all good, it must be obtained after thousands of tempering, it's a pity, it's a pity, who told you to make a mistake?" ”

Looking at Lu Jiuque's expression, Yuan Qinglian was inexplicably a little flustered.

She ran forward suddenly, stretched out her hand to grab her spiritual weapon, and shouted angrily: "You...... What kind of nonsense are you talking about! Give me back my artifact! ”

It's just that he hasn't gotten close yet, but he saw a small spark flashing from Lu Jiu's fingertips, and a trace of it quietly splashed on Yuan Qinglian's spiritual weapon.

Immediately afterwards, a scene that made Yuan Qing's eyes crack.

The fourth-level spiritual weapon that had been refined by Yuan Bei for a long time, the fourth-level spiritual weapon that had helped her win countless battles, was burned to slag by this flame little by little!?

"Sting, stinging, stinging—"

The speed at which the net melted was even faster than fireworks, leaving Elder Sanqing, Wang Fangbing, Hu Jia, Han Chengyu, and all the disciples stunned!

That's a fourth-level spiritual weapon!

Lu Jiu burned without a fire?!

This, this, this...... What kind of demonic flame is this!

Yuan Qinglian was already trembling with fright from this scene, his mind was blank, he couldn't care about anything, and roared hysterically.

"Nope! Let me go! My web! My web! ”

"Lu Jiu is lacking! Why are you! ”

"Damn, that's my artifact!"

"Lu Jiuque, I'm going to kill you!"

……

Lu Jiuque raised his hand, letting the net turn into a wisp of dust and dissipate, Yuan Qinglian had already pounced in front of Aoshuang, at this time, Han Chengyu took the initiative to stand up, stopped Yuan Qinglian, gritted his teeth and said: "Enough!" Yuan Qinglian! The three senior brothers have never seen you so sad when they died, and in your eyes, we can't compare to a fourth-level spirit weapon? ”

"Get out!" Yuan Qinglian slapped Han Chengyu's face hard, and his appearance was as hideous as a ghost, "What are you guys!" How can it be compared to my fourth-level spiritual weapon! Lu Jiu is missing! If you dare to destroy it, I want you to die a good death! ”

The corner of Han Chengyu's mouth was bleeding when he was beaten, but he didn't take half a step back, the anger in his eyes rolled, and he still blocked Yuan Qinglian, roaring like a wounded beast: "What the hell do you think we do?" Pawns or tools! What qualifications do you have to play with people's feelings? Disgusting, disgusting, look at your face now, it's disgusting! ”

Yuan Qinglian's little face was distorted with anger, and he raised his right hand and slapped Han Chengyu again, and roared angrily: "You get out of here!" ”

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