Smart Dance 4

Master Duanmu almost strangled Feng Wu to death!

But how could he have pinched the phoenix dance? Your Highness is there.

As soon as he waved his hand, Master Duanmu's body thumped backwards.

Elder Wu and Elder Yin shot together and finally caught Master Duanmu's retreating body, but His Highness Jun's strength was so terrifying that the two elders were also injured.

puff!

Elder Yin only felt the qi and blood surged up in his chest, and the blood in the meridians all over his body rioted, and he almost vomited blood!

Elder Wu's strength was slightly worse than that of Elder Yin, so he couldn't restrain himself, and he vomited on the spot as soon as a mouthful of blood came up.

His Highness Jun was still sitting in his high position, Feng Wu's slender and agile body was standing pretty, and her little hands were behind her back, so she looked down at Master Duanmu so condescendingly, her little face was full of confidence.

When he came into contact with the girl's clear and determined eyes, Master Duanmu seemed to be poured down by a basin of cold water, and a chill rose up his back.

Feng Wu glanced at Master Duanmu lightly, "What are you anxious about?"

Master Duanmu's cold eyes stared at Feng Wu.

Feng Wu "I'm very surprised. What are you anxious about, Master Duanmu? Didn't you study the design draft for several years? What if I tore it up? Wouldn't you just draw it again?"

There are countless ways for Feng Wu to prove that Master Duanmu stole the design draft. For example, she can say that there are special spices on the design draft, but everyone who has come into contact with it is so... Feng Wu disdains to use such a method.

She just wanted Master Duanmu to be unable to draw in front of everyone.

Master Wang cannot copy, and so must Master Duanmu.

Feng Wu's confidence comes from the fact that the design draft that Master Duanmu handed to Jun Linyuan is her original draft, not his own copy, so Master Duanmu must not be able to draw it.

Only by fully comprehending every inscription above, and every formation can be copied, Master Duanmu's strength is far from enough.

Sure enough, Master Duanmu was choked by Feng Wu's words. He gritted his teeth and stared at Feng Wu, but he couldn't say a word.

Feng Wu smiled and looked at him.

"Am I wrong?" Feng Wu laughed, "Didn't Master Duanmu say that the inscriptions and formations in this design draft are the hard work you have studied for countless years, and you won't be able to draw them again if you draw them again?"

Master Duanmu glared at Feng Wu fiercely.

Master Wang on the side almost laughed out loud.

high!

It's too high!

Why didn't he think of this method? If he couldn't copy it himself, Duanmu certainly couldn't either.

The only person who could re-draw the design drawings at the scene was Feng Wu, the original owner.

The others present also looked at Master Duanmu with suspicious eyes.

You know, they were all convinced before that the flying fighter plane design they presented was really drawn by Master Duanmu. After all, everyone knew the name of the person, the shadow of the tree, and Master Duanmu's inscriptions.

So Elder Wu looked back at Master Duanmu and motioned for him to answer.

What are you afraid of? Just draw it!

The rest of the people also hinted at Master Duanmu with their eyes, "Painting, you are arrogant to say that you are painting!"

Is there anything difficult about this?

Master Duanmu is suffering.

This is so...how to draw?

He did read the design draft, but there were a few particularly difficult inscriptions in it. He still hasn't mastered it yet. How to draw it?

But...now the entire Wuchao barrier, he is the strongest, should...no one dares to say that he is wrong, right?

Think of this...