The Demon God Pesters: The Ninth Lady of the Doctor Chapter 627: 1 burned a level 4 spirit weapon!

What?

The weapon to punish her?

Yuan Qinglian almost thought that she had auditory hallucinations, otherwise, how could there be such bizarre and funny things?

As soon as Lu Jiuque's voice fell, a black kitten suddenly jumped out of the dark, bit the net in Yuan Qinglian's hand, and threw it at Lu Jiuque with a sharp throw.

"Lu Jiuque! What are you doing!" Yuan Qinglian had a "thump" in her heart, and suddenly yelled in panic. Her eyes were full of resentment, "Lu Jiuque! Do you dare to **** my spirit weapon? ! Looking for death!"

The Emperor Shifang frowned unhappy, 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 to Yuan Qing, and a small cluster of bright flames leaped at her fingertips, drawing her face very coquettishly.

But seeing her evil lips curled her lips, she sneered and said, "What, what I said just now, it is natural to punish the instigator. Tsk tsk, the fourth-level spiritual weapon, the level, structure and formation are all good, it must be after thousands of trials. I just got it. What a pity, what a pity, who told you to make a mistake?"

Looking at Lu Jiuque's expression, Yuan Qinglian was inexplicably panicked.

She ran forward violently, stretched out her hand to **** her spiritual weapon, and kept her anger in her mouth: "You...what are you talking about! Give me back my spiritual weapon!" /

It's just not close yet, but seeing a small spark from Lu Jiuque's fingertips flashed, a trace quietly splashed on Yuan Qinglian's spiritual weapon.

Immediately afterwards, the scene that made Yuan Qing Lian's canthus split occurred.

The fourth-level spiritual tool refined by Yuan Beijiu, the fourth-level spiritual tool that had helped her win countless battles, was burned into **** by this flame! ?

"Trick, thorn--"

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

That's a four-level magic weapon!

Lu Jiu burned out without a fire? !

This, this...what kind of enchanting flame is this!

Yuan Qinglian was trembling from this scene a long time ago, her mind was blank, she didn't care about anything, and roared hysterically.

"No! Let me go! My net! My net!"

"Lu Jiuque! Why are you!"

"Damn~IndoMTL.com~That is my magic weapon!"

"Lu Jiuque, I want to kill you!"

……

Lu Jiuque raised his hand and let the net dissipate in a cloud of dust. Yuan Qinglian had already rushed in front of Aoshuang. At this time, Han Chengyu took the initiative to stop Yuan Qinglian, gritted his teeth and said: "Enough. Yuan Qinglian! Three seniors have never seen you so sad when they died. In your eyes, we are no better than a fourth-level spiritual weapon?"

"Get out!" Yuan Qinglian slapped Han Chengyu's face fiercely, with a hideous look like a ghost, "What are you guys! How can you compare to my fourth-level spiritual weapon! Lu Jiuque! Dare you destroy it? With it, I want you to die!"

Han Chengyu’s mouth was bleeding from the beating, but he didn’t take a step back. His eyes rolled with anger, still blocking Yuan Qinglian tightly, and shouted like a wounded beast: "What are you treating as a chess piece or a tool! What qualifications do you have? Playing with people’s feelings? Hysterical and disgusting. Look at your face now, it makes people sick!"

Yuan Qinglian distorted her face with anger, raised her right hand and slapped Han Chengyu again, yelling, "You get out of here!"