Lu Weizhen shouted, "Jialai!" Xu Jialai cursed and put down his hand. Lin Jingbian seemed to be ignorant of all this, shed two blood and tears, both painful and confused, and murmured: "My master has removed the monster with empty hands...My master has removed the monster with empty hands...Do you know that you will kill him like this!"

Lu Weizhen said: "He won't die. Jialai, knock him out." His voice was as light as the wind blew.

Xu Jialai lifted Lin Jingbian's head with one hand and gestured in his hand. Lin Jingbian was not afraid or afraid, but stared at Lu Weizhen's face and suddenly burst out laughing. However, the laughter was even worse than crying. He shouted: "Lu Weizhen, my master will never forgive you! As long as he can survive... he will definitely survive. Then, he will kill all you monsters and cut off your head with your own hands. Do you believe it?"

Lu Weizhen remained silent.

Xu Jialai cursed: "Monsters, who are you calling me? Your whole family is the monster! A stupid earthling! "

She slashed with a knife, and Lin Jingbian, who was seriously injured and exhausted, finally fainted. As soon as Xu Jialai looked up, he saw Lu Weizhen standing in the same place, clearly carrying a bag of treasures, but he looked like a wandering ghost. Xu Jialai remembered Lin Jingbian's words just now, gritted his teeth, pulled his sword and cut it into Lin Jingbian's neck.

Suddenly, a light and shadow shot straight like an arrow, and even Xu Jialai could not see clearly. The next second, her wrist hurt and the sword fell to the ground with a bang. Lu Weizhen had already arrived with the wind and stood in front of her.

Xu Jialai was unwilling to accept that he didn't want the broken sword that he couldn't use. He raised his palm and many woods, boards, and even beams in the surrounding courtyards suddenly trembled and flew up, stood up, escaped, and flew towards her. During the flight, all the woods instantly disintegrated and merged into a yellow light flow, like a yellow snake, penetrated straight towards Lin Jingbian's heart on the ground, and was about to nail him to the ground.

A cold light flashed in Lu Weizhen's eyes, and he grabbed Xu Jialai's hand. Xu Jialai had no choice but to avoid it. He couldn't use any strength in his hand, and the wooden snake was instantly broken into pieces of flesh, turning into wood powder and falling to the ground.

"Cough cough cough..." Xu Jialai was so choked that he still looked up stubbornly and confronted Lu Weizhen.

Lu Weizhen: "Who asked you to kill him?"

Xu Jialai: "He is also a demon-eliminating master!"

"They only kill those who do evil! We should get rid of those scum!" Lu Weizhen said, "We are just trying to find something, why should we force them to death?"

Xu Jialai angrily broke away from Lu Weizhen's hand and said, "What does the scum among us have to do with them? Do you dare say that they have never killed innocent people?"

Lu Weizhen was stunned and said, "Anyway, you don't have to worry about it, just take the things and leave."

Xu Jialai didn't move.

Lu Weizhen: "Do you want me to treat you?"

Xu Jialai bit his lower lip and said, "Boss Lu, I don't want to leave you a way out for this matter."

Lu Weizhen remained silent, and his clear face showed a rare coldness. Xu Jialai advised: "You heard him say just now. If Chen Xiansong doesn't die, he will definitely hate you to the core. If you don't kill you, you will not let go. Today we might as well kill the roots and put them both master and disciple..."

Xu Jia looked at Lu Weizhen's eyes and tried hard to see clearly. But it was heavy inside, like a storm was about to hit. Xu Jialai suddenly shivered. When Boss Lu, who is always good-tempered, suddenly became angry. You'd better not fight her again.

"No need." Lu Weizhen's voice seemed to float from a distance, "He has lost these things, what qualifications does he have to fight with me? I will expel him from Xiangcheng and give you an explanation."

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When Chen Xiansong arrived at his destination, light rain began to fall in the sky.

The white-haired wind demon's nest was in an unfinished building. It was dark, with garbage all over the ground and wild grass. The night around it was dark, like ink was dizzy. Chen Xiansong was stepping on the dry grass under his feet, and the black figure seemed to be integrated with the night.

He climbed to the third floor with a very light hands and feet quietly. He saw a dark concrete floor. On the deepest wall, there was a thin figure wearing a silk shirt and black trousers, with silver hair all over his head. He sat by the wall with a very dark desk lamp on his hand. She was lowering her head to sew something.

Judging from the back of her clothes, she was no different from those little old ladies dancing in the square dance. It was just that she hid alone in this unfinished building late at night, and this scene seemed extremely terrifying.

Chen Xiansong no longer hid the sound of footsteps and slowly approached her.

The man stopped the movements in his hand and put down his needlework and clothes.

"Send your name," Chen Xiansong said.

The man stood up and turned slowly. It turned out to be a very thin and vigorous face, with a bit beautiful, with a clear and clear look, just like an old lady in her sixties.

"Is Boss Lu sent you here?" the old lady sighed, "I know I can't escape."

Chen Xiansong's eyes closed and he stared at her: "Boss Lu... Who is he? I am a monster catcher."

The old lady's face changed, and her originally calm expression disappeared, and her eyes were full of cold light. But the person who came to the Yuan Yue Zhi had an extraordinary temperament and was afraid that it was difficult to deal with. She cursed: "Go to your mom's catcher..." Before she finished speaking, she raised her palm and a Fenglong, the thickness of a baby's arm, rushed towards Chen Xiansong, and she wanted to take the initiative!

Chen Xiansong sideways to avoid it, knowing that this old demon is much stronger than the last time the gecko man and is not good at close combat. He plans to fight quickly and reach out to draw the sword.

The sword moved at will. When his hand reached into his waist bag, he touched it and felt empty. When he touched it again, it was still empty. A chill that penetrated into his bone marrow suddenly covered Chen Xiansong's entire back.

With a flash of god, he avoided the old lady's second attack in great danger. The old lady was also stunned. The legendary monster catcher had endless magic weapons. She was frightened, but she didn't expect that this kid didn't find anything in a while.

Chen Xiansong touched it again.

Purple Gold Gourd.

Demon-binding rope.

Deformation mirror.

Thunder in the sky.

...

All are gone.

The endless space of the universe in the waist bag is truly empty.

The coldness is like frost and snow, covering Chen Xiansong's hard back layer by layer. After eighteen years of eliminating monsters, the weapon is there, and the weapon is there and the weapon is dead. Most of the magic weapons worshipped by the Chen family for generations, and every demon hunter regards them as more important than life.

Now, they are all gone.

Chen Xiansong was stunned for a moment.

Before leaving the door, Lu Weizhen curled her head down and tied her waist bag to him with her own hands.

With this distraction, the silver-haired wind demon seized the opportunity. A wind dragon rose from behind and hit Chen Xiansong's back. Chen Xiansong groaned and was hit on the pillar. He turned over in the air and landed on the ground. He did not move for a moment, and a fishy sweetness surged in his throat.
Chapter completed!