Compared to these soft woods with light weight, the most suitable for hidden things, is the wood that is hard and heavy in itself."

Xiao Lingyue paused and said, "To verify this guess, I just tried all the soft wood, and there was no problem."

That's the case.

The problem may be another kind of wood of texture.

Xiao Lingyue just finished speaking.

The prince and Zhan Beihan looked in the same direction.

"That's right, it's ebony and ironwood!"

Xiao Lingyue said meaningfully: "Ebony is tight and dark in color. It can be integrated well with iron ore and is not easily noticed. The texture of iron wood is tighter than ebony, with the heaviest weight and the hardest wood. Even if something is hidden inside, it is difficult to detect."

The prince, Zhan Beihan and Xiao Lingyue, walked to a large pile of ebony and iron wood.

The prince stared coldly and walked around the pile of wood for two times. He reached out and fumbled carefully. He looked over and over again, but he really couldn't see the problem.

Finally, he could only shake his head: "I can't see where there is any problem with these woods, and each one is normal."

"This is for granted."

Xiao Lingyue said calmly: "Your Highness does not usually contact these woods. If you could even see the problem, so many craftsmen familiar with wood in the Ministry of Works would have been discovered long ago."

How could it be hidden until now?

Zhan Bei said coldly: "Yes or no, just try it!"

Xiao Lingyue said coldly: "Prince, please give me."

Zhan Beihan originally wanted to do something, but when he heard her, he immediately took his hand back.

He glanced at her sarcastically: "You want to push the things your father has given you to me?"

Xiao Lingyue: ""

The prince coughed, "Don't make a noise, I will try it first."

He stretched out his hand, and the Dragon Scale Guard beside him was tactful, and immediately took off the narrow sword and gave it to him with both hands.

The people in the Northern Qin Dynasty worshipped the Wushu.

From the emperor and the prince to the common people, everyone can practice some punching skills.

As the crown prince, the prince has practiced riding and shooting in the six arts of gentlemen since childhood, and naturally he can also do martial arts. However, he is not as talented as Zhan Beihan in this area, and his skills are mediocre, barely reaching the third-rate level.

However, he is the prince and does not need to be outstanding. As long as he can protect himself in dangerous situations, it is enough.

The prince held the narrow knife, accumulated strength in his arm, and stabbed the iron wood suddenly.

An embarrassing thing happened!

Only a "puff" sound was heard, and the tip of the knife bark bark was pierced through the iron wood layer, and it was blocked by the tight wood and could not be stabbed in.

Prince: ""

Xiao Lingyue and the Dragon Scale Guard next to him: ""

Zhan Beihan twitched his lips and said to the prince in disgust: "Brother, how long has it been since you practiced the knife?"

This arm strength is too poor, and it can't even pierce a piece of wood.

The prince was embarrassed: "Uh, it should be that the iron wood is too hard!"

Zhan Bei sneered coldly, reached out to take the knife in his hand, and stabbed it forward casually.

Suddenly, there was a "puff!" sound.

The blade pierces into the iron wood like cutting tofu, leaving only the handle of the knife exposed outside.

Zhan Beihan raised his eyebrows and glanced at the prince sideways: "It's too hard?"

""The prince was angry and embarrassed, "Can I compare your martial arts skills?"
Chapter completed!