Where did his phoenix dance boss hide? It's so well hidden that even the big brother can't find it
shhhhh…
shhhhh…
Bu Jingyu kept making hints, but no trace was found.
With a bang, I wished the senior brother to go and return, just standing straight at the gate of the courtyard.
Bu Jingyu looked at Senior Brother Zhu in shock: "Eldest Senior Brother, why are you here again?"
Senior Brother Zhu stared at Bu Jingyu, and after scanning the yard, he didn't find anything after all. He turned around and walked away quickly.
Where is the phoenix dance at the moment
She ran into the woodshed.
Bu Jingyu's acting is too poor, and her psychological quality is too poor, and she will reveal her secrets when she is nervous, so Feng Wu simply slipped out of the window while Senior Brother Zhu was outside.
Anyway, she is now a ninth-level inscription, and even Mr. Zuoqiu's formation can't stop her.
Feng Wu didn't waste much time, because now every minute and second is very precious!
She would never allow a self-destructing program event to happen.
After climbing over the wall from Bujingyu's small courtyard, Feng Wu was very careful, because now the opposite is the Zuoyuan, and the Zuoyuan is full of profound masters of inscriptions and formations. Her slight movement can arouse the other's vigilance. .
It is also thanks to Mr. Zuoqiu that he is not paying attention now, otherwise he would have noticed Feng Wu's movement of his formation.
After Feng Wu carefully walked out of the yard, she found the firewood house not far away, and got into it all at once.
She first dismantled the last flying fighter, so that all the propellers in her hand were inscriptions.
Feng Wu still has twenty inscription propellers in his hand.
The Divine Phoenix Pen is powerful and fast as lightning!
What Feng Wu didn't know was that at the moment in the left courtyard, all the masters of inscriptions were staring nervously at the operation screen.
Mr. Zuoqiu sat in the center, with two masters of inscriptions on his left and right.
On the big screen, there are a hundred flying fighters.
Behind each pattern is a series of red numbers.
If you look closely, you will see that the red number is counting down.
Drop drop —
Every second, every second is turning fast!
The first flying fighter will soon reach the critical point!
Standing beside Mr. Zuoqiu was an inscription elder whose surname was Bian.
Elder Bian frowned, and he looked at Mr. Zuoqiu: "Do you have to destroy it?"
Mr. Zuoqiu nodded: "Yes."
Another elder Niu also frowned: "If the second prince said so, we can recover this batch of flying fighters, why should it be like this... These hundred flying fighters are too precious!"
The other two elders also looked at Mr. Zuoqiu.
After Mr. Zuoqiu experienced this change, his face was still pale, but his expression had calmed down.
His face was pale because the palm force that Jun Linyuan exerted on him had never been better, and he seemed to have no tendency to recover.
Even Divine Doctor Mu Lan was a little helpless.
Mr. Zuoqiu kept coughing up blood at night, but no one knew about it.
"What if it's not the second prince?" Mr. Zuoqiu looked cold.
"It's not the second prince, could it be the third prince?" Everyone asked in unison.
Mr. Zuoqiu rubbed his eyebrows, and he only said: "What if it is from the Junwu Empire?"
"This is impossible!" Elder Bian denied directly, "It is absolutely impossible to be a member of the Junwu Empire! I can use my head as a guarantee!"
The other elders also expressed that it was impossible.
Mr. Zuoqiu said lightly: "What's impossible? Since there is a Jun Linyuan in this world, nothing is absolutely impossible."
(End of this chapter)