After Fu Qingyang became famous, it had been a long, long time since he felt the excitement of "acquiring the magic weapon".

At this time, Zhang Yuanqing coughed and said:

"Boss, is this prop not bad? You said that when I give Guan Ya away, do you want to propose a marriage?"

The study suddenly fell silent.

Fu Qingyang said expressionlessly:

"Don't mention that trash, she doesn't deserve this prop."

After speaking, he put the cloak into the inventory with lightning speed.

Zhang Yuanqing laughed, "Congratulations boss for harvesting the artifact."

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Fu Qingyang's stern face, "The value of this item is immeasurable. I will ask 'Youfeng Laiyi' to estimate a rough price later. You can ask for anything you want."

Before finishing speaking, Zhang Yuanqing interrupted: "This is not a transaction."

Fu Qingyang was taken aback.

Zhang Yuanqing said in a deep voice: "This is a gift from me to the boss. This is not a transaction, so there is no need for anything in return."

Fu Qingyang stared at him deeply. At this moment, all he saw was sincere emotion and sincere kindness.

"Okay!" He lowered his eyes and nodded.

Only then did Zhang Yuanqing smile, and then took out another cheat book, saying:

"I got it in the underground palace, and it feels very suitable for the boss."

Fu Qingyang looked intently, and on the old cover, it was written in ancient Chinese: "The Art of Imperial Sword"

The secret books that can be collected by the first emperor must be the top swordsmanship at that time.

Fu Qingyang's eyes lit up, he took the cheat book and flipped through it, his eyes were bright.

Zhang Yuanqing was fine, and said, "Then I'll go back and write the report first."

"Wait," Fu Qingyang read the secret book with downcast eyes, and said, "There is one thing you don't know about your experience in the underground palace."

"Where?" Zhang Yuanqing was surprised.

"The core of manipulating the army of terracotta warriors has not been found." Fu Qingyang said.

The army of terracotta warriors is different from the terracotta warriors outside the steps and Changsheng Palace. The latter two have souls, while the former do not.

A thing without a soul is dead, and disciplined combat is impossible.

Zhang Yuanqing quickly recalled, frowned and said:

"It is true that the core mechanism has not been found. Perhaps, it is the spiritual environment that gives them special?"

Fu Qingyang shook his head: "Not necessarily, but one thing is certain, you are fine. I suggest you inform your companions at the time and let them check your body."

It sounded like a horror movie. Zhang Yuanqing muttered in his heart, agreed, and turned into a dreamlike starlight to escape.

As soon as he left, Fu Qingyang couldn't wait to take out the court swordsman's cloak, unfold it with a clatter, and put it on his shoulders. JrNovels.com