Holding a weapon in your hand, even the child will be brave enough, let alone a girl full of resentment.

Now she has 100% trust in Baron Modu, so after hearing Baron Modu mention this, she immediately waved the money sword in her hand without hesitation and chopped towards the shadow of the evil spirit on the ground.

This situation is a bit strange. After all, it is a bit unreliable to cut a shadow with a weapon. But what is strange is that her movements did not have the expected awkward situation, because everyone could clearly see the feeling of cutting like a substance when the money sword in her hand passed through the shadow.

The evil spirit was obviously threatened with a fatal threat under such a weapon. Although it could not make a sound, could not scream or wail, it could express its current state by struggling and escaping. Seeing his current state, taking advantage of the opportunity that he could not escape from the restrictions set out, the girl directly made a cruel decision and stabbed it hard in the direction of his chest.

When the money sword penetrated, it stood on the shadow out of thin air as if it had really penetrated a body. And with the sudden pause of that shadow, everyone could clearly see the shadow flying like a flowing cloud and the sudden rise of flames.

There was no longer any bloated and weird shadow on the ground, and the girl's slim figure finally returned to normal. Coupled with the scene that appeared before and the flames burning in front of the girl, many people began to speculate that the evil spirit had been eliminated. Although the girl also thought so, she was still a little worried. So at this time, she could only ask Baron Modu for help.

"Master, have I succeeded? Have I gotten rid of him completely?"

"Of course, he is dead and can't die anymore!"

After a brief look, Baron Modu had to say this to the girl. This immediately made the girl look like a new life. At the same time, she almost became grateful to Baron Modu.

"Thank you, thank you. Master! I thought I would live in the shadow of this bastard for the rest of my life? I really don't know how to thank you. By the way, I'll give you this!"

Although she was a little reluctant, the girl still handed the money sword she used to kill the evil spirit to Baron Modu. She knew that it was not easy to collect these things, and their value should be about the same as those magicians' crystal balls and staffs. It would be considered lucky to lend such things to her. She did not have the ambition to take such a treasure for herself.

It’s not that she doesn’t have such an idea, but that she doesn’t dare to have such an idea in front of so many people.

Baron Modu had obviously noticed the attachment in her eyes, which made him feel a sense of detachment. Then he smiled and said to the girl.

"Hold it, ma'am. This thing doesn't do much to me, so it belongs to you."

"Really? I am so grateful to you. Thank you, Master!"

As soon as she heard Baron Modu’s words, the girl immediately shook the thing in her hand into her arms, and did not care about her hot figure that was highlighted at all, and she kept grateful to Modu. Obviously, she was afraid that Baron Modu would repent. As for her reaction, Baron Modu, who had already seen her meaning, shook her head and smiled bitterly at her helplessly.

"Don't worry, ma'am, I won't take back what I sent out. Just I need to remind you of some taboos in storing and using the Money Sword."

"Look at the money sword in your hand, is the luster on it that appears because it is used by many people? This is because killing the evil spirits has depleted its popularity. Once the popularity inside is completely depleted, it will become dull and even suddenly scattered all over the ground. At this time, even if you wear it again, it will be useless. Because at that time it has lost its magic power and has completely become an ordinary thing."

"From the current situation, it will be exhausted if it uses it for up to five or six times. So, if you want to hold it for a long time, besides being careful not to use it continuously, maintenance issues are particularly important."

Looking at the girl and the group of people around him, he almost wanted to take out a small notebook and take notes word by word. Baron Modu smiled slightly, slowed down his speech and said to them slowly.

"It is best to maintain the money sword on a table and worship with sandalwood. This will ensure that the power on it will not be lost. In addition, after bathing and fasting, you can hold it with your hands and sit quietly for a while. This will use your body's popularity and magnetic field to fill the lost magic power of the money sword, so that it can regain its peak power. Of course, there are other ways, such as worshiping in front of Taoist gods, different gods will give it different power characteristics. This kind of gift can also fill the power of the money sword. But remember that this is just a consumable after all. Therefore, careful use is the principle that should be kept in mind."

"Thank you, thank you Sir Modu for your careful teaching. I think after learning about the knowledge he taught, many people should be full of gratitude, surprise and curiosity. Why do I know this? Because I think so too."

In order to show your presence and ensure that you are not overshadowed by the hostess, Feiren jumped out again at this time and said this to Baron Modu without any scruples.

"Since that's the case, I think we finally invited Jazz to our show as a guest. It would be a waste of this opportunity to ask Jazz for more professional knowledge. So, I wonder if Jazz would like to interact with our audience more to answer some of their questions?"

Faren could say such words, but he was not stupid words that would make him feel hot. He had thought about it after some careful consideration. Because even a person who pursues the performance of the show like this would never be willing to offend a mysterious mage because of these things. Seeing that he could so easily kill an evil spirit, he had no doubt at all. He could drive a certain evil spirit to kill himself like this.

The reason why he dared to do this was because he knew the reason why Baron Modu was on his show. The official people asked for cooperation with publicity, and from Baron Modu's attitude, Feren could roughly see his intention of promoting his magical means. Although he didn't know why he did this, Feren, who consciously saw his purpose, naturally seized this opportunity and began to cooperate with him and made demands in this regard.

As he expected, Baron Modu had no intention of rejecting his proposal. At this time, facing a group of curious audiences, he just smiled slightly, as if he was doing a test, sitting on his floating cloak.

"Why not? We still have time for the show anyway, right?"

"Thank you for your generosity, jazz. In this case, everyone, please allow me a little selfishness and let me be the first question to ask."

Feilun looked around and looked at the audience who were eager to try, but had no intention of handing down the microphone, because at this time, he had already seized the first opportunity to ask questions. Before the audience could express their opinions, he had to ask Baron Modu directly.

"Jazz, I have such a question. Look at me, I am forty-six years old. Although my body is well maintained and relatively healthy, it is much worse than when I was young. When I was young, I had lush hair and my belly was not as prominent as it is now. Not to mention that I am as muscle as those sexy male stars, I am definitely a handsome guy and a young man. I have always been sad that I can never go back to the past. Although it is Europe

New health care products were launched there, which were said to be effective. But everyone knows that this was restricted from entering the United States by law. I don’t intend to break the law yet, so I can only choose to refuse. I thought I had no hope, but fate met you, and I felt that I had new hope. Because as far as I know, in those stories, some witches can use a dose of potion to make people rejuvenate. So I wonder, can you provide me with such a recipe?”

"Do you want to make your own potions?" Hearing Feiren's request, even a person like Baron Modu couldn't help but smile bitterly. "Sorry, I'm not proficient in potions. And as far as I know, the kind of potions you think are at great risk. Witches who are proficient in this kind of discipline may be able to use this level of potions based on their years of potions experience and resistance to drugs, but ordinary people cannot. If they are ordinary people, they may be poisoned directly by the violent toxicity after drinking them. Maybe you would want to be a sleeping beauty and die in your most perfect form?"

"Uh, forget it. I'm pretty good at this. At least I think the audience likes me very much."

Shaking his head like a rattle, Feren obviously could not accept such a result. So he could only use haha ​​and hand the microphone in his hand down the stage. This immediately attracted a lot of people to snatch it, and in the end, a tall and tall man grabbed the microphone.

He couldn't wait to ask Baron Morton this question directly.
Chapter completed!