“I’ll give it a try.”

Fu Shiyi frowned and pondered for a while, his hands quickly formed seals like a butterfly, and at the same time he quickly recited the spell in his mouth, and spells hit the dark black wooden box one by one.

After half a cup.

Fu Shiyi was already sweating profusely.

The true energy in the body is also consumed.

"Eleventh, if you really can't do it, give up." Fu Zhihong thought that he still had something to do later. Eleventh is still one of the main forces, so he can't delay things because of this.

Not finished speaking.

Fu Shiyi suddenly opened his eyes, and a true energy three times larger than that was poured into the dark black wooden box. Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but feel hope.

"Click!"

A subtle sound rang.

The lid of the wooden box is slowly lifted.

A seven-colored light flashed out. Fu Shiyi was closest to him. He saw a colorful glass umbrella inside at a glance, but the umbrella had only one handle and one or two umbrella leaves. It was bare and obviously a worn magic weapon.

Fu Shiyi's casual move.

The old umbrella fell into her right palm. When the umbrella started, Fu Shiyi's right hand and shoulder sank down, and he couldn't help but say in surprise: "This umbrella is so heavy!"

Everyone came up.

Fu Zhihong touched the umbrella handle with his right hand, and the originally dark black umbrella handle lit up, and several squirming runes flashed, but the runes flashed away.

"This glass umbrella should be an ancient treasure, but it was damaged too seriously. If it weren't for the master of refining the weapon, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to exert 10% of my original skills."

That would be a little useless!

Fu Shiyi put away the glass umbrella, and it was a bit regretful. This umbrella should not be sold at any good price. Fu Siyuan and others had no intention of wanting it. Fu Shiyi said:

"Then this glass umbrella belongs to me, and everyone will calculate how many spirit stones will be collected and finally deducted from my income!"

No matter how broken it is, it is at least an ancient treasure. Fu Shiyi plans to give it to Sanniang. Sanniang is used to using an umbrella, and maybe she can find a master of refining the weapon in the future to repair it. That is an ancient treasure with infinite power.

After the third wooden box is opened.

What is placed inside is actually an ancient book.

Fu Shiyi opened his eyes and his eyes widened:

"Dayan Puppet Technique?!"

The puppet technique was lost 60,000 years ago. Later, Wukui Zhenren spent his entire life and created a new puppet technique again. However, because his descendants did not have spiritual roots and cultivators, they were left to the market for thousands of years before they were circulated.

Today's puppet technique is a secret that has not been passed down by the Great Zhou Dynasty.

It is circulated in the public that the Great Zhou Dynasty has been able to refine fourth-level puppets, which is equivalent to the cultivation level of a monk in the Killing Dan. However, compared with the ancient "Dayan Puppet Technique", it is a slight witch!

"It's really the ancient Dayan puppet technique!"

Fu Zhihong turned a few pages and looked ecstatic on his face: "Okay, very good! With this secret book, our Fu family will dominate the country after a thousand years!"

Fu Zhihong was even reluctant to give it to Fu Siyuan and Liujie to circulate it. After sealing it layer by layer, he asked Fu Shiyi to put it away, and his eyes were narrowed dangerously:

"Wen Changming is probably aware of the Great Yan puppet technique. This person... is really hard to keep!!"

At first they just had to protect themselves.

But at this moment, Fu Zhihong had already planned to do whatever he wanted to kill Wen Changming outside the market: "He must not pass the news back to the Wen family in Gaoyang County!"
Chapter completed!