First-class queen: woman, don't be too arrogant

Chapter 392: Red Cannon 6
The women in the surrounding stands gasped in unison.

Stretching out his hand slowly, Fengyun gently hooked his fingers towards Huofeng who was beside him.

Huofeng immediately walked out of the queue, stood in the arena, and said loudly: "My little master said, since it is a show of talent.

Then he will show you a gadget he usually makes. "

After the light words fell, Huofeng waved his hand, and something came out of his space necklace and landed heavily on the arena.

Huofeng turned around, ignored everyone's curious eyes, and returned to the team.

Hundreds of thousands of people in the Emerald Palace immediately all looked at the gadget mentioned by the ancient survivors.

A black iron vessel with two wheels and a long tube above the wheels.

It seems that the handwork is very rough, and there is nothing special about it.

"What do you mean? Could it be that this ancient survivor is showing his blacksmithing skills?"

After a brief silence, Murong Xing, who was the closest, lowered his voice and said to Feng Motian beside him.

Feng Motian shook his head, and said in a low voice, "No way."

It would really embarrass them Nan Yuan if they wanted to show this characteristic with emotion.

Everyone is studying, including the two emperors on the high platform.

"I don't see anything special about it." Feng Yunao shook his head with his hand on his chin.

"It's just a lump of iron." Qianyeli was sure.

Among them, Emperor Mu didn't speak, but narrowed his eyes to look at Fengyun.

She really dared to let him participate in this conference called exchange, but in fact, to recruit relatives, and even made such a junk thing, she was deliberately trying to spoil him, didn't she?
In the silent arena, there was a buzzing sound, and everyone was talking about it.

Nobody knows what it is.

However, if there are people from the same place as Fengyun at this time, then he can see that this pile of scrap iron is actually the red-clothed cannon that was so powerful in the Kangxi era.

'It seems that no one understands the mystery, let alone Feng Yang and Lin Qiong. Seeing this, Feng Yun, who was leaning on the golden lion with an evil face, smiled lazily, and snapped his fingers towards the stands.

With a snap of his fingers, two figures immediately jumped down from the stands and walked towards the arena.

(End of this chapter)