Tomb Raiders: I'm Really a Fortune Teller

Mo Zifan knew very well that the weight of this spear would not be less than [-] kilograms. Even Fatty Wang didn't say that he couldn't carry it. Even if he could get it, he couldn't carry a weight of more than [-] kilograms. His long spear ran around in the ancient tomb, after all, not everyone was Mo Zifan.

"Little Eighth Master, this is what you said, don't go back on it, Fat Master is really going to make a fortune this time."

Fatty Wang didn't find the problem in Mo Zifan's words, but he still felt that he was about to get rich.

He came to the side of the bronze-armored zombie, and reached out and touched the black spear of the bronze-armored zombie.

"This is a weapon of the Shang Dynasty, and it can still be used. I estimate that the market price is not less than [-] million. Xiaoba, you really don't want it."

Fatty Wang confirmed once again that Mo Zifan was not annoyed, because he knew that this was Fatty Wang's temper.

"I'll give it to you when I say it. Where can there be so much nonsense."

When Fatty Wang heard this, a happy expression appeared on his face, "Okay, since it's something that the little eighth master rewarded, if Fatty Wang didn't want it, it would be too disrespectful."

While speaking, Fatty Wang raised his hand and grabbed the spear.

However, when Fatty Wang exerted force, Fatty Wang's expression changed because he found that he couldn't hold it.

"My dear, even the fat man can't hold it."

This is the [-] million that is put here, and it is impossible to say that Fatty Wang will give up.

I saw Fatty Wang rubbing his hands and exerting force at the same time, this time he finally raised the side of the spear, but just like this, Fatty Wang was already flushed.

Seeing this scene, everyone was a little surprised, and Chang Shude couldn't help but tease: "Fatty Wang, don't you have kidney deficiency, it's so hard to hold this long spear."

Mo Zifan was a little surprised when he saw this scene. He took a closer look at the spear and finally concluded that the spear probably weighed about [-] kilograms: No wonder Fatty Wang was so exhausted.

"You can do it."

Fatty Wang wasn't really stupid, he just let it go.

As soon as Chang Shude heard this, his desire to express himself as a young man came up. He rubbed his hands and walked up, "Just try it, do you think I can't do it?"

This time, Chang Feng.... didn't stop him, because Chang Feng himself saw something tricky.

Chang Shude's power is indeed not bad. Let Chang Shude give it a try, and he wants to get a feel for it.

Chang Shude is.... very confident, at first he wanted to hold it with one hand.

But when he grabbed the spear, he knew that he thought too much. The situation of this spear was definitely not something that one hand could hold.

It's just that Chang Shude used two hands this time, but he still struggled to raise his head...

"This......"

Chang Feng was very surprised. With Chang Shude's strength, he has only one head... This is quite incredible.

"Why don't you try it too?"

Mo Zifan saw Chang Feng who was eager to try, and smiled at Chang Feng.

"Little Eighth Master ordered me, Chang Feng, of course it's my duty."

Having said that, Chang Feng also came before the spear, he raised his hand and grabbed the spear, trying to use his physical strength to pick up the spear.

However, he failed.

However, now that Mo Zifan is looking at it, Chang Feng naturally doesn't want to be embarrassed in front of Mo Zifan, so he used his internal strength, and this is how he picked up this weapon.

"This black spear is amazing, ah, I estimate at least four hundred kilograms."

Chang Feng was very horrified, this spear has 3.

About 2 meters, this length is really good, and the weight should not be light, but this weight is indeed a bit appalling.

"Xue Rengui's Fangtian painting halberd is rumored to be only three hundred and eighty kilograms. If the four hundred kilograms go up, it is... eight hundred kilograms."

Wu Tianzhen was very shocked at this time. The three people in the front and the rear took the black spear. Naturally, they still have a perception of this black spear.

A four-hundred-kilogram spear, even Xue Rengui, needed both hands to lift it.

"That's really strange."

When Wu Tianzhen said this, Mo Zifan also felt strange that this weapon was not made for ordinary people.

As if it was specially made for this bronze armored zombie.

With a weapon weighing [-] kilograms, Lu Bu might be able to use it with ease.

However, not everyone is Lu Bu.

Even Mo Zifan now has the power of forty-eight people, and with the blessing of bloodline power, he has the power of ninety-six people.

In this case, Mo Zifan would struggle to wield this weapon with one hand.

In ancient times, it was not ruled out that some martial arts masters were astonishingly powerful. After all, Lu Bu's bravery was only the number one general of the Three Kingdoms, and there were still many powerful people in the arena.

Just like the Eight Gates of modern society, they also possess strengths that are unmatched by ordinary people, even ordinary special forces.

"This thing should have high research value, but it is so heavy that it is impossible to take it out."

Wu Tianzhen felt a little regretful, but at the same time he took pictures with his camera, trying to record some of the scenes inside.

Before Mo Zifan came to Chang Feng, he took this weapon with one hand.

With a weapon of [-] kilograms, Mo Zifan is not particularly difficult with one hand, but it is also unlikely that he will fight with this weapon.