A bone china cup can remain intact under the high-speed collision, and the person who shot it is by no means idle!

Feng Ziyue's heart sank, and he looked inside the door, but saw a wooden man in silk clothes slowly sliding out, holding a tray in his hand, a wine jug on the tray, and two wine glasses, exactly the same as the bone china cup that was beaten.

"Is this wooden man?"

A wooden man can also have this skill, and being a craftsman of this wooden man is really ingenious!

"The master is taking a nap, please retreat from the uninvited guest!" The wooden man's voice was hoarse and stiff, but he spoke clearly and majesticly.

"Hey, this puppet can actually talk?" Qi Xiaodie was taken aback, and was greatly intrigued.

Feng Ziyue stood with his sword in his hand, carefully observing the situation of this wooden man, it was obvious that this wooden man had been unmaintained for too long, and the exquisiteness of the day was only far better than now.

Its silk garment was already torn in several places, especially on the back and under the armpits, and it could not be repaired because it could not reach it with its hands.

And the lacquer on the wooden man's face has almost fallen off, judging from the delicate and delicate hands on its hands, the image of the wooden man at that time should not be as ugly and terrible as it is now, it should be very elegant.

"The ancient skills are really wonderful!" Feng Ziyue sighed, this kind of craftsman skills have long been lost, even if the ancient skills are revived after the Divine Water Tribulation, it is difficult to create such a delicate puppet wooden man.

"Don't back down yet!"

The wooden man's face was expressionless, and his tone did not change, but he kept repeating the words that he had withdrawn. Its owner should have been dead for thousands of years, leaving only this one loyal servant to guard the empty living bedroom.

"Don't break it, I'm going to play!" Qi Xiaodie naturally couldn't just retreat, but he was reluctant to break this delicate wooden figure, so he quickly grabbed Feng Ziyue's hand and asked his men to show mercy.

Feng Ziyue smiled and nodded, and when the wooden man saw that they refused to retreat, he suddenly hissed sadly, and pounced on him, his body was extremely weird!

"Be careful!"

When Qi Xiaodie saw it turn over and jump over, a cold light suddenly flashed between her hands, obviously hiding the murder weapon, and hurriedly reminded it.

Feng Ziyue saw it clearly, blocked the horizontal sword, pulled a sword flower, only to hear the sound of jingle bells, in just a moment, he and the wooden man had exchanged seventeen or eighteen swords, the sound of impact stopped, the wooden man turned over and jumped back, he also put away the sword and stood, his face was slightly surprised.

I saw that the wooden man's hand was still empty, only the long sleeves swayed with the wind.

"It's actually a sword technique in the sleeve!" Feng Ziyue studied the swordsmanship of the world, and knew that the sword technique in the sleeve was magical and had been passed down for a long time, but unfortunately it was deleted and modified by later generations, and he couldn't see its full picture, but he didn't expect to see it on a wooden man.

The swordsmanship of the wooden man, there is no change at all, but under a blow, the power is infinite, it is set in advance, but it is the essence of the sword technique in the sleeve, hidden in the sleeve of the sword, one blow will kill, not hit the sword back to the sleeve, do not see its blade.

I'm afraid that the person who entered this treasure at the beginning also suffered the loss of this wooden man, and maybe there will be some damage, so this strange puppet wooden man was beaten to pieces.

"The host is taking a nap, please retreat from the uninvited guest!"

The puppet wooden man returned to the stairs and began to drink stiffly again, apparently returning to the previous cycle, but to Feng Ziyue's ears, its voice seemed to be a little harsher.

Sure enough, when the wooden man pounced again, the power of the sword technique in his sleeve went up to a new level.

"Good!

Feng Ziyue saw that he was happy to hunt, the sword light swayed, and calmly resolved, only to feel that the sword path of the sword technique in this sleeve was treacherous and tortuous, which was very different from the sword technique in the world today, there were a few twists and turns in the arms, and the body shape was distorted, which was almost incredible, and it was not something that could be performed by a human body, and only the joints of this wooden man could be twisted and changed at will.

There will never be someone who creates a swordsmanship for a wooden man, is it possible that the founder of this swordsmanship in his sleeve is not a human being?

This thought flashed in Feng Ziyue's mind, but he didn't delve into it, he just admired the weirdness of this sword technique.

By the time of the third wooden man pounce, the sword momentum was already like a storm, Feng Ziyue knew the truth that the rainstorm did not end, and after the swordsmanship, he made all his moves, and went all out, this time the pounce should be the last one.

He didn't want to hurt the wooden man, and the sword was on the defensive, and he retreated slightly, but the wooden man was fighting endlessly, and it was not like the first or second blow and left.

Feng Ziyue was impatient in his heart, and was about to attack the joints of the puppet wooden man to make it incapacitated, but he heard the sound of the spring in the wooden man's body, and there was a clicking sound, he was alert in his heart, and was about to fly back, but he saw that the wooden man's body stiffened, and the hands holding the sword suddenly fell down, and the whole body froze in place, no longer moving.

It turns out that this wooden man has gone through thousands of years, and the internal organs are inevitably decaying, and it is just a matter of moving less on weekdays.

"Broken?"

Qi Xiaodie ran over distressedly, picked up the wooden man's hand, and flattened his mouth, which was a pity.

Feng Ziyue also smiled helplessly, he didn't mean to hurt this puppet wooden man, but it was helpless to collapse on its own.

"Alas, what a pity......" Qi Xiaodie touched the wooden man's head, but when she heard a creaking sound, the wooden man's head suddenly turned in a circle again, startling her and hurriedly letting go.

But seeing that the wooden man staggered and moved again, but it was clumsy, far less agile than before, it moved a few steps, and finally could not move forward, and froze its body, its knees slightly bent, and it knelt down towards Qi Xiaodie.

"Ahh

"The host...... ...... hosts"

The wooden mouth was muttering, and it didn't sound so stiff at this time.

Feng Ziyue was shocked, and suddenly remembered that according to the old legend, if this puppet wooden man is ingenious, no matter how long it is, he will have psychic ability, and he can no longer be seen with ordinary instruments. But this statement is purely absurd and idle talk in the village, how can it be taken seriously?

It's just the current situation, could it be that this puppet wooden man has passed thousands of years, and he is really psychic?

"Please...... I beg you...... Do not hurt my master's body until a thousand years...... ...... after a thousand years"

Before the wooden man had finished speaking, he heard a click, and the spring on its neck broke, and its whole head fell off and fell to the ground, breaking into several pieces, and there was no more movement.

Qi Xiaodie took a deep breath and jumped to Feng Ziyue's side, "This ...... What did it just say, did you hear it? How could a wooden man talk like that? Could it be ...... Could it be a youkai?"

Feng Ziyue smiled bitterly, Tianwu Continent, I only heard that demon beasts can cultivate and transform into humans, and they can become monsters, but wood and stone fools have no spiritual intelligence, and they can't become demons.

"Maybe it's been a long time, and it's a little psychic......"

"Oh......" Qi Xiaodie sighed, "Since it's not a monster, this wooden man was still thinking about its owner before he died, and he can be regarded as a good wooden man......"

She crouched down, gathered the pieces of the wooden figure together, and suddenly stood upright.

"What did the wooden man say, saying let's not hurt its master's body?"

Her face turned pale and she pointed to the stone chamber in the middle, "You said that this is an ancient treasure that has lasted for thousands of years, do you ...... Could it be that there is a thousand-year-old zombie in here?"

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