Master Duanmu is not afraid of heaven and earth, but is afraid of His Highness Jun's dark face.
He couldn't stand still and walked quickly towards the cabin.
dong dong dong!
Master Duanmu slammed the door with force.
The cabin door opens.
Master Duanmu roared angrily at Ji Ying inside: "Why don't you fly?!"
Ji Ying had a sad face, a little flustered: "Master, I can't fly."
Master Duanmu's face was extremely ugly: "Why can't you fly? Didn't you fly last time? Just follow the smoothness of the last time!"
Ji Ying's face became even more bitter: "I have already followed the procedure last time, but I still can't fly... Master, is there something wrong with the inscription propeller?"
Master Duanmu dragged Ji Ying out, and he got into the cabin himself.
But he fiddled with it... The flying fighter still showed no sign of starting.
It's as if this flying fighter is a big toy, just to be seen.
Master Duanmu's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
At this moment, there are already all kinds of discussions outside.
Master Wang will naturally not miss this opportunity.
He smiled and looked at Master Duanmu: "Senior brother, didn't you say you could fly? What's the matter now? Can't do it again?"
Master Duanmu glared at Master Wang angrily.
His junior brother has always been silent, so when did he learn sarcasm? It's all caused by the phoenix dance!
Master Duanmu glared at Feng Wu again, and turned to continue to study.
He was sweating in a hurry...
He has lost several games in a row before. If the flying fighter fails again... it proves that everything he said is a lie, then he, Master Duanmu... How should he explain to everyone
Time passed by, but Master Duanmu still had no clue.
Feng Wu smiled and looked at Master Duanmu: "I said Master Duanmu, you are wasting our time too much, right? When will it be okay?"
"I'll be fine soon!" Master Duanmu gave Feng Wu a vicious look.
But he immediately... Another hour passed.
Not to mention Jun Linyuan, no one else can wait any longer.
Master Duanmu is still immersed in fiddling around... Finally, he removed the inscription propellers and tried to study the inscription formation on it, but for him, these inscription formations are too difficult... dense, endless evolution, he It's a real headache.
His Highness Jun stared at Master Duanmu: "So, how long will you waste your lonely time making up stories?"
Master Duanmu was shocked, and he had a very bad premonition.
Jun Linyuan said to the Great Elder Dongfang: "Take him down."
Master Duanmu was really anxious: "Your Highness! Your Highness! Just a little while longer, and then give this old man a little more time... This old man has really developed a flying fighter, Your Highness!"
Feng Wu sneered lightly: "At the beginning, I took out your design drawings and said that a flying fighter could be manufactured in a year, and then said that it was half a year, and then said that it has been manufactured, and now it is nonsense!"
Master Duanmu glared at Feng Wu: "I have no nonsense!"
Feng Wu: "You are lying! You see that you still refuse to admit that your inscription propellers come from the flying fighters of Dongsang country!"
Master Duanmu: "My inscription propeller was carved out by me, how could it come from Dongsang country!"
However, before Master Duanmu finished speaking, Feng Wu waved his hand, and an inscription propeller that was exactly the same as the inscription propeller in Master Duanmu's hand appeared in front of everyone.
(End of this chapter)