"Come on!" Yang Zhengyu said, raising the stick.
The other person took a step forward, raised his hand, and then quickly threw it towards Wu Zhuo.
Wu Zhuo just smiled when he saw the corner of his mouth.
Yang Zhengyu is not a good martial artist, this attack is very ordinary and has no strength.
Wu Zhuo thought about it but didn't pay much attention to it.
At this time, the stick sounded in the wind.
The copper mace and the forest stick clashed together, making a dull sound.
Wu Zhuo felt a huge force on his wrist, as if a car had hit him.
Huge pain came from my wrist.
He couldn't hold the stick in his hand at all, so he took it out.
The stick flew to the ground, rolled down in a circle, and finally fell into the flowers.
"What!" Wu Zhuo said in shock.
Everyone was shocked for a moment.
"What's going on? The stick flew away!" Li Yonglong said.
Jin Lurong opened his mouth, "It's weird this time! Is it really true?"
"Brother Yu, you are so awesome." Jin Yutong said and almost jumped up.
Liang Tutu pushed up his glasses, and now he had a new paper to write. If Yang Zhengyu was willing to cooperate with him and let him study this matter, there might be a better paper.
Wu Zhuo recovered from the shock, but his hand was still numb and painful.
He looked at Yang Zhengyu in disbelief: "Brother Yu, what do you mean? How hard did you use it?"
Yang Zhengyu shook his head: "I didn't, I just used ordinary strength."
"This is impossible!" Wu Zhuo said and picked up the wooden stick. He had been in battle for a long time and thought that he was very good at martial arts and had never suffered a defeat.
In the past, he always fought one against several, never falling behind. His strength was born in his womb, and he was born with divine power.
But he couldn't withstand Yang Zhengyu's blow.
Looking at Yang Zhengyu's very ordinary figure, it is impossible for him to have great strength.
"Come again!" Wu Zhuo now held the stick in both hands, changing from the ease with which he held the stick with one hand before.
Yang Zhengyu was also holding a copper mace, and he waved it confidently.
After these two experiments, he probably also understood that this mace has something special that cannot be explained, and that it can produce supernatural abilities with just a little force.
Yang Zhengyu gently pushed the stick out.
The stick drew a circle in the air and collided with Wu Zhuo's wooden stick again.
The sound of impact sounded again.
Everyone took a closer look.
Wu Zhuo remained motionless.
This time, it was Yang Zhengyu who grimaced in pain.
Yang Zhengyu looked at his palms strangely and said, "I can't hit hard without using any force this time."
Everyone knows what he is referring to.
Wu Zhuo wondered: "Is this thing related to the force used by people?"
Yang Zhengyu also said a little strangely: "I'll try again."
"Okay!" Wu Zhuo said firmly.
He also became curious. Not only was the stick's ability beyond his imagination, but the principle inside it was also beyond his imagination.
Wu Zhuo raised the stick again.
Yang Zhengyu also raised his mace.
He shouted loudly and imitated the method on TV, raising his mace high above his head.
Raise it high and hit it high.
With gravity, it sinks naturally, and the hands follow with force.
When everyone saw it, they all watched intently.
Yang Zhengyu used so much force this time that all the bystanders were shocked when they saw it.
But the clash of copper maces and wooden sticks sounded again.
Wu Zhuo remained motionless.
Yang Zhengyu immediately threw away his weapon in pain, "I'll go, it hurts too much. Fighting is not fun."
Mr. Jin was surprised. He touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "This is not a normal phenomenon. I believe that the power I hit the first time must be what a copper mace can hit. Why is there no more later?"
Wu Zhuo threw away the wooden stick and stretched out his hand: "Brother Yu, show me."
"Okay!" Yang Zhengyu said and handed the mace into Wu Zhuo's hand.
Wu Zhuo was seen holding a sword like a long sword, holding a sword flower, and then waving it in the air.
He smiled: "This thing is very light. It is easy to use. It is definitely not something that can kill people. It may have been used by the Jinwu Guards in the Tang Dynasty."
Speaking of what Li Yonglong is good at, he said: "Yes, this thing should be used by Jinwu Guard. What I said is not wrong."
After Wu Zhuo was optimistic, he threw the thing to Yang Zhengyu from the air.
He also said strangely: "I don't think it's broken, but there's some trick here that we haven't mastered yet. How about we try again and find other ways?"
Yang Zhengyu said: "Okay, let's try different intensity."
Li Yonglong said: "If you were in my school, you could use the mechanical devices provided by the physics teachers in the school."
Jin Lurong laughed but stood in the middle of the crowd, "Don't say anything, old guy, none of the things here can withstand being made like that."
He stretched out his hand to stop Yang Zhengyu and Wu Zhuo.
"This is a 40-million-dollar treasure. Don't break it. I think it's enough for today."
His words awakened everyone.
Everyone nodded along.
But Wu Zhuo still seems to be in high spirits.
He said: "This thing is rare, we should give it a try."
He rejected Jin Lurong verbally, but Jin Lurong didn't seem to take it seriously.
There is no displeasure at all.
Yang Zhengyu thought for a while and said: "That's it for today. I really cherish this thing."
When Wu Zhuo heard this, he lowered his head and bowed to Yang Zhengyu, "That's right. Brother Yu, this is a precious thing. Let's not play around with it. Let's play again if we have a chance another day."
"Wait a minute, touch me."
He Jian, who was silent on the side, stretched out his hand and took the mace into his hand. He waved it slightly, with unstoppable joy in his eyes.
"This is a good thing! Brother Yu, I will buy it no matter how much you pay."
He Jian said while stroking the copper mace.
Yang Zhengyu said: "Forget it, this thing is perfect for me to hold for self-defense. You see, the market is not calm now, and I am engaged in live broadcasting, and many people are staring at me. I just happen to have a self-defense weapon." He Jian also planned this in his heart.
Even for a man with a wealth like his, what he worries most about is his personal safety. Seeing that Yang Zhengyu has this thing, he really wants it.
He Jian had a look of reluctance on his face, and he said: "How about I buy it, and you can pay whatever price you want."
Yang Zhengyu still shook his head.
Jin Lurong said: "Let's not make things difficult for others. They finally have a good thing. Let them take it."
He Jian stopped talking when he heard Jin Lurong speak.
Yang Zhengyu smiled and said, "In the future, if I have new literary toys and I don't like this thing, I will sell it to you."
Li Yonglong laughed loudly: "That's right, I just bought it, and I'm sure I won't be willing to give it to others if it's so valuable. Don't make things difficult for others."
He Jian nodded repeatedly. He was a rich man, but Li Yonglong and Jin Lurong were both more famous and powerful than him.
Of course he has to listen to these two people.
Yang Zhengyu smiled and withdrew his weapon. Looking carefully, after several blows, there seemed to be no adverse effects.
The outside of the copper mace still looks like before.
