What
A spiritual weapon to punish her
Yuan Qinglian almost thought that she was hearing hallucinations, otherwise how could she say such incredible and laughable words
As soon as Lu Jiuque finished speaking, a black kitten suddenly jumped out of the darkness, bit the net in Yuan Qinglian's hand, and threw it towards Lu Jiuque.
"Lu Jiuque! What are you doing!" Yuan Qinglian's heart pounded, and she suddenly screamed in panic. Her eyes were filled with resentment, "Lu Jiuque! How dare you rob my spiritual weapon! You are seeking death!" "
Di Shifang frowned in displeasure and raised his hand to take the net. He wanted to crush it directly, but finally handed it to Lu Jiuque.
Lu Jiuque raised his hand towards Yuan Qinglian, and a small cluster of bright flames danced at her fingertips, outlining her face in a particularly alluring way.
But when he saw her curling her lips evilly, she sneered: "What are you doing? I just said it. Naturally, I have to punish the instigator. Tsk tsk, a fourth-level spiritual weapon. The level, structure and shape are all good. It must have been obtained after thousands of times of hard work." Yes, it’s a pity, it’s a pity, who told you to make a mistake?”
Seeing Lu Jiuque's expression, Yuan Qinglian felt a little flustered for no reason.
She ran forward suddenly, stretched out her hand to grab her spiritual weapon, and shouted angrily: "You... what nonsense are you talking about! Return my spiritual weapon to me quickly!"
He wasn't even close yet, but he saw a small spark flash from Lu Jiuque's fingertips, and a spark quietly landed on Yuan Qinglian's spiritual weapon.
Immediately afterwards, a scene happened that made Yuan Qinglian's eyes split with tears.
The fourth-level spiritual weapon refined by Yuan Beijiu, the fourth-level spiritual weapon that had helped her win countless battles, was burned to dregs bit by bit by the flames!
"Stab, stab, stab—"
The speed of the net melting was even faster than the fireworks, shocking Elder Sanqing, Wang Fangbing, Hu Jia, Han Chengyu and all the disciples!
That is a level four spiritual weapon!
Lu Jiuque was set on fire? !
This, this, this... what kind of evil flame is this!
Yuan Qinglian was already trembling with fear from this scene, her mind went blank, she couldn't care about anything, and she roared hysterically.
"No! Let me go! My web! My web!"
"Lu Jiuque! Why do you do that!"
"Damn it, that's my spiritual weapon!"
"Lu Jiuque, I'm going to kill you!"
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Lu Jiuque raised his hand and let the net turn into a wisp of dust and dissipate. Yuan Qinglian had already rushed in front of Aoshuang. At this time, Han Chengyu took the initiative to stand up, stopped Yuan Qinglian, gritted his teeth and said: "That's enough! Yuan Qinglian! Even after the death of the three senior brothers, I have never seen you so sad. In your eyes, are we no better than a fourth-level spiritual weapon?"
"Go away!" Yuan Qinglian slapped Han Chengyu's face hard, looking as ferocious as a ghost, "Who are you! How can you compare to my fourth-level spiritual weapon! Lu Jiuque! How dare you destroy it? I want you to die badly!"
Han Chengyu was beaten with blood from the corners of his mouth, but he did not take a step back. Anger was boiling in his eyes, and he still blocked Yuan Qinglian, growling like a wounded beast: "Who do you think we are? Or a chess piece or a tool! What qualifications do you have to play with people?" Emotions? It's so pretentious and disgusting. Look at your face now, it's disgusting!"
Yuan Qinglian's face twisted in anger, she raised her right hand and slapped Han Chengyu again, shouting angrily: "Get out of here!"