Chapter 1332 You Say It's Not Mine?

Feng Yanfeng hurriedly confessed to Lord Zuo, then turned his head to glare at Feng Wu, and roared in anger: "Feng Wu! Do you know what you are doing! Why don't you come over and apologize to Lord Zuo?! Hand over the sharp weapon!"

This is in front of His Majesty. Is Feng Wu trying to confine the entire Feng Clan to an unjust place? !

At the moment of Feng Wu, her body is very uncomfortable.

Because of excessive blood loss, her brain was dazed, white and like snow, and she had no strength in her body, not even the strength to move a finger.

Feng Yanfeng scolded her angrily, she couldn't even lift her eyelids, she just stood there and took a deep breath...

The aura in her body will recover, but it will take time.

Under Feng Yanfeng's anger, he found that Feng Wu ignored him at all, completely ignoring him...

Feng Yanfeng was furious in his heart, he rushed over in anger, raised his hand and took away the Xingyun Sword: "Return the magic weapon to the Zuo family!"

Feng Wu at this moment, how weak, Feng Yanfeng took the Star Meteor Sword, she was unable to resist, even she took a step back and almost fell to the ground.

Feng Yanfeng held the sword and walked quickly to Zuo Qingyu, offering the sword with both hands, smiling with her: "Second Zuo girl, quickly put the sword away."

Zuo Qingyu is a little tangled in his heart at this moment.

She knows better than anyone that this sword was made by Feng Wu, but now... in front of so many people, in order to hold the Zuo family's face down, she took a deep breath and took Xingyun with both hands Jian, nodded to Feng Yanfeng.

Her temperament is cold, her expression is indifferent, and her attitude is very calm, as if Feng Wu should give her this sword of course.

The rest of the adults congratulated Zuo Ming one after another, congratulations to the Zuo family for having obtained such a magic weapon.

However, at this moment, a cold voice sounded!

"This is my sword." Feng Wu stared at Zuo Qingyu and said coldly.

Zuo Qingyu's expression was stagnant, and her expression was unnatural for a moment, but it was only for a moment, she then sneered: "This is the magic weapon made by my Zuo family dragon scale gold, how could it be yours?!"

This is the rhythm of completely appropriating the magic weapon as its own.

The corner of Feng Wu's mouth raised an indifferent arc: "Zuo Qingyu, open your eyes and talk nonsense, won't your conscience hurt?"

The people of Emperor Junwu, who were about to leave, stopped and looked at Feng Wu with weird eyes.

This is interesting.

Zuo Qingyu now holds the sword in her hand, and it is difficult to ride a tiger. All she can do now is to convince herself that this sword is hers from the beginning, not Feng Wu's!

As for the servants in the Rong House, Zuo Qingyu is confident that he can shut them all up!

Zuo Qingyu's icy eyes stared at Feng Wu: "Feng Wu, I want to ask you, this is obviously our Zuo family's magic weapon, why do you want to rob it? Who do you think you are!"

Feng Wu was so angry that she would have a lot to say to Zuo Qingyu if it wasn't for her weak and crumbling.

It's a pity that now when she opens her mouth, her internal organs are in pain like bursting.

Emperor Junwu frowned slightly, raised his thick eyebrows, and stared at Feng Wu.

He naturally had an impression of Feng Wu. At one stage, he even thought that Feng Wu and Jun Linyuan were a good match, but... if Feng Wu was the kind of person Zuo Qingyu said... Emperor Jun Wu shook his head secretly.

Feng Wu didn't have much strength, she gritted her teeth and said a few words with a sneer: "It's not yours."

"You said it wasn't mine?" Zuo Qingyu sneered: