If Mo Yizhi doesn't agree to let Duolu give it a try, he will inevitably be despised by everyone. Moreover, as the fortune teller said, it will be difficult for him to live a peaceful life in the future.

She looked at the sixth prince, and they looked at each other.

The Sixth Prince obviously had the same idea as Mo Yizhi, but he was afraid that this thing would be handed over to others...

Mo Yizhi glanced at the Sixth Prince's twenty-odd guards who were waiting for him, and then estimated the combined strength of himself and the Sixth Prince. There should be no mistakes.

As a last resort, the Sixth Prince nodded slightly.

Mo Yizhi raised the spear and handed it to Duolu with it lying across his hand.

Duolu was stunned: "Little brother, are you willing to let me have a try?"

Mo Yizhi said nothing, only nodded lightly.

The ancient artifacts that are said to be miraculous, and even if Duolu is a true man and keeps his word, when a man sees a good weapon, he is like a woman who sees a shining treasure, and cannot resist.

Duolu suppressed the excitement in his heart, but could not restrain his slightly trembling hands as he slowly reached for the spear in Mo Yizhi's hand.

The discussion suddenly stopped, and everyone looked at Duolu expectantly.

The Sixth Prince and a group of guards were waiting in full formation.

King Xuan of Qi frowned in anticipation and nervousness.

Duolu's hand trembled slightly as he touched the spear.

"Ah!!!" exclaimed.

Duolu suddenly retracted his hand, holding his right arm and shaking slightly. He shook his head: "This weapon is like a treasure box, it will feel like a lightning strike."

King Qi Xuan glanced at him, and a guard behind him stepped forward: "Let me try."

The guard learned Duolu's lesson, took out a piece of cloth from somewhere, wrapped it around his hand, and reached out to hold the spear.

If the power is not very high, you can use a dry cloth to block it slightly.

The man held the spear. As expected, Ruduolu was not shocked by the electric shock, but he held it still and seemed to be struggling.

Mo Yizhi saw that he was holding on to nothing, so he let go of the spear.

There was a "bang" sound.

At the same time as Mo Yizhi let go, the spear fell to the ground, making a small crater on the stone platform where everyone was standing.

Mo Yizhi was very surprised, and others didn't know what happened.

Then look at the man holding the spear, his teeth clenched, the veins on his neck showing, his face flushed with pain, but he couldn't lift the spear.

The spear was held in his hand, but it seemed to have taken root in the ground and remained motionless.

The man began to sweat on his forehead. After a while, he finally took a breath and dropped the spear to the ground with a "clink" sound.

The man turned back to King Qi Xuan and knelt down on one knee: "I am incompetent. This spear seems to weigh tens of millions of kilograms, and I cannot lift it."

King Xuan of Qi frowned: "Nonsense."

Just then I saw Mo Yizhi pick it up, obviously very relaxed.

The man's head pressed even lower: "I don't dare to talk nonsense, it is indeed... very heavy."

King Qi Xuan didn't believe it, so he tied his hand with a brocade handkerchief and went to hold the spear on the ground.

Mo Yizhi and the Sixth Prince looked on, each thinking in their own minds.

King Xuan of Qi's result was just like his guards, with their spears lying on the ground, motionless.

King Qi Xuan stood up slowly and looked at Mo Yizhi, with inquiry in his eyes: "This artifact belongs to brother A Zhi."

Of course, many people who thought they were too powerful came forward to try, but the result was the same: the spear did not move at all, and no one could lift it.

The Sixth Prince smiled, glanced at King Qi Xuan, and then looked at everyone in the audience: "But if there are still those who are dissatisfied, come and give it a try."

No matter how unwilling you are, the facts are before your eyes.
Chapter completed!