Not only did he stimulate the master of Duanmu, but even the disciple of Duanmu Master was spurred.

Ji wins out and screams at the phoenix dance: "Feng dance, don't make trouble."

Originally lazy in the chair under the palace, a moment of excitement, the waist is straight!

His pair of sharp-eyed scorpions instantly shot to the phoenix dance and Ji win!

Especially Ji Win, he was shot by Jun Linyuan's eye knife and his back was cold.

But he still didn't realize what was going on.

He whispered the phoenix dance: "This is my master, you put some respect!"

The phoenix dance was almost laughed.

"Your Master is not my master. Why should I put some respect? Who are you?"

Ji win: "Did you forget the little dance? I said I will marry you!"

No one noticed that the frontal corner of Jun Dian had already smashed the blood vessels.

Feng Dance looked at Ji win with the same mental retardation: "Who are you? Who will give you the qualification to talk to me? Roll back! Let your master come to talk to me!"

Feng dance is deliberate, she deliberately let Ji win no face, forcing him to become angry.

If a person does not fluctuate in emotion, nothing will be shown.

Only when emotions are uncontrollable can they show other emotions.

Whether it is Duanmu Master or Ji Win, they have to pay for what they do.

Duanmu Master still doesn't know the purpose of Feng Dance. What he has to do now is to let His Royal Highness believe that he can make a flying fighter.

He took out a stack of drawings from his arms and presented his hands with respect and respect: "This is the old man's research for many years, and the final drawings are all about flying fighters. Please ask your Highness."

Feng Wu took a look at the drawing, hey, how do you look at the picture?

When Master Wang saw it, it was even more eyeballs!

Because of the painting above, the analysis of the flight fighters left to him before the phoenix dance is exactly the same.

Feng Wu’s doubtful eyes looked at Master Wang.

Master Wang’s heart is shaking, he has a very bad feeling.

Feng Wu doubted looking at Master Wang: "What happened?"

Master Wang subconsciously touched his own arms.

This drawing has been carried with him all the time. The outer layer is wrapped in oil paper, and he is placed close to the chest. Even if he sleeps, he will not take it out. He always curls up and sleeps with his chest. No one can take it.

And recently... he hasn't taken a bath all the time, so it's impossible to be taken away.

Feng Dance: "Master Wang, what happened?"

Master Wang touched the position of the chest, hard state, that is the touch of paper, and the thickness has not changed... so should it be okay?

However, Master Wang did not feel relieved. He leaned over and sneaked out the drawing of the oil-paper parcel from his arms and carefully and carefully.

Only one glance at Master Wang’s face changed.

Because this drawing is not the drawing hand-painted before the phoenix dance!

This drawing is rough and the lines are slanting. It is a random inscription drawing, not a flight fighter drawing.

Feng Dance and Master Wang looked at each other and saw the color of surprise in each other's eyes.

Master Wang was full of sweat, and the brush rolled down.

"This, this... what happened? I, I have been wearing it with me..." Master Wang was anxious. "How could it be changed? Who changed it? Where did the real drawings go? I, I……"

Master Wang is in a hurry: "I took it out last night and I can't throw it!"

Feng Wu sighed, what else did she not understand?