Chapter 627: A Fire Burned a Level 4 Spiritual Weapon!

What?

Punish her spiritual weapon?

Yuan Qinglian almost thought she was hallucinating, otherwise how could there be such incredible and funny words?

As soon as 6 Jiuque finished speaking, a black kitten suddenly jumped out from the dark, bit the net in Yuan Qinglian's hand, and threw it towards 6 Jiuque. Ω』hunting『 wenwangΩΩ

"6 Jiuque! What are you doing!" Yuan Qinglian's heart "clicked" for a moment, and she screamed in panic. Her eyes were full of resentment, "6 Jiuque! You dare to snatch my spiritual weapon! You are looking for death!"

Emperor Shifang frowned unhappily, raised his hand to take the net, and wanted to crush it directly, but finally handed it to 6 Jiuque.

6 Jiuque raised his hand to Yuan Qinglian, and a small cluster of bright flames jumped on her fingertips, outlining her face particularly charming.

But she curled her lips evilly and sneered: "What are you doing? I just said that the initiator of the punishment is naturally punished. Tsk tsk, a fourth-level spiritual weapon, the level, structure and shape are all good. It must have been obtained after thousands of tempers. What a pity, who told you to make a mistake?"

Looking at 6 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 are you talking about! Give my spiritual weapon back to me!"

Just before getting close, a small spark flashed at the tip of 6 Jiuque's finger, and a trace of it quietly splashed on Yuan Qinglian's spiritual weapon.

Immediately afterwards, a scene that made Yuan Qinglian's eyes split happened.

The fourth-level spiritual weapon that Yuan Bei had refined for a long time, the fourth-level spiritual weapon that had helped her win countless battles, was burned into slag by the flames bit by bit! ?

"Sizzle, sizzle--"

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

That was a fourth-level spiritual weapon!

6 Jiuque burned it with just one fire? !

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

Yuan Qinglian was already shaking with fear at this scene, her mind was blank,

and she didn't care about anything else, and roared hysterically.

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

"6 Jiuque! What right do you have!"

"Damn it, That's my spiritual weapon!"

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

...

6 Jiuque raised his hand and let the net dissipate into a wisp of dust. Yuan Qinglian had already pounced in front of Ao Shuang. At this time, Han Chengyu took the initiative to stand up and stopped Yuan Qinglian, gritting his teeth and said: "Enough! Yuan Qinglian! I haven't seen you so sad even when my three senior brothers died. In your eyes, we are not as good as a fourth-level spiritual weapon?"

"Get out!" Yuan Qinglian slapped Han Chengyu's face fiercely, and his appearance was as ferocious as a ghost. "Who do you think you are! How can you compare to... Take my level 4 spiritual weapon! 69 missing! If you dare to destroy it, I will make you die!"

Han Chengyu was beaten to the point of bleeding from the corner of his mouth, but he did not retreat a single step. His eyes were filled with rage, and he still blocked Yuan Qinglian tightly, growling like a wounded beast: "What do we think of you? A chess piece or a tool! What qualifications do you have to play with people's feelings? You are so hypocritical and disgusting. Look at your face now, it's disgusting!"

Yuan Qinglian was so angry that her face twisted, and she raised her right hand and slapped Han Chengyu again, roaring: "Get out of here!"