Feng Yanfeng was busy suing Zuo, and then turned his head to look at Feng Wu, and roared angrily: "Feng Wu! Do you know what you are doing!
The weapon came out! "
Is this in front of His Majesty? Is this to limit the entire Feng tribe to the unjustland?!
At this moment, Feng Wu, she was very uncomfortable.
Because of too much blood loss, her brain was stunned, white, like snow, and her body had no strength, and she didn't even have the strength to move a finger.
Feng Yanfeng scolded her, she couldn't even lift her eyelids, she stood there, took a deep breath ...
The aura in her body will recover, but it takes time.
Feng Yanfeng scolded, but found that Feng Wu ignored him at all, completely ignored him ...
Feng Yanfeng's heart was angry, and anger rushed over, and raised his hand to take the star meteorite: "Give the soldier to the left home!"
How weak at this moment, Feng Yanfeng took the star meteorite. She was unable to resist, and even she took a step back and almost fell to the ground.
Feng Yanfeng took the sword and walked to Zuo Qingyu quickly. He worshiped the sword with both hands and accompanied the smiley face: "The second girl, just take the sword."
Zuo Qingyu at this moment ... a little tangled inside.
She is better than anyone. This sword is made of Feng Wu, but now ... in front of so many people, in order to support the face of the left family, she took a deep breath and took her hands with her hands.
Sword, nod to Feng Yanfeng.
Her temperament is cold, her expression is light, her attitude is extremely calm, as if Feng Wuwu should of course give her this sword.
The rest of the adults congratulated Zuo Ming, congratulations to the left family for getting such a magical weapon.
However, at this time, a cold sound sounded!
"This is my sword." Feng Wu stared at Zuo Qingyu, the opening of Lengbing.
Zuo Qingyu's complexion was stagnant, and his expression was unnatural for a moment, but it was just a moment. She sneered immediately: "This is the magic soldier made by my left family dragon scales gold, how will it be yours?!"
This is the rhythm of the god soldiers completely.
The corner of Feng Wu's mouth raised a touch of indifferent arc: "Zuo Qingyu, open your eyes and talk nonsense, will your conscience hurt?"
Emperor Junwu who was going to leave, stopped, looked at Feng Wu with weird eyes.
This is interesting.
Zuo Qingyu now holds a sword in her hand, and she has been riding a tiger. What she can do now is to make herself believe that this sword has been her since the beginning, not Feng Wu!
As for the servant in the Rongzhai, Zuo Qingyu has confidence to let them shut up all!
Zuo Qingyu's cold eyes stared at Feng Wu: "Feng Wu, I want to ask you, this is obviously the magic soldier of our left family, why do you want to grab it? Who do you think you are!"
Feng Wu was laughed at anger. If it wasn't for her weakness now, she would have a lot of words to say to Zuo Qingyu.
Unfortunately, now she has a mouth, and her internal organs and six internal organs hurt like it.
Emperor Junwu's sword brow slightly frowned, raised his eyebrows, staring at Feng Wu.
He naturally had a impression of Feng Wu. There was a stage, and he even felt that Feng Wu and Jun Linyuan were very good, but ... if Feng Wu was the kind of person said by Zuo Qingyu ... Emperor Junwu shaking his head secretly.
Feng Wu didn't have much strength. She gritted her teeth and said a few words with a sneer: "It, not yours."