Chapter Seven, Mount Kao Shan.

Wu Anfu exclaimed, "Well done!" He grabbed the gun with both hands, one hand on the barrel and the other on the crossbar. Sun Cheng's strength was great, and he immediately bent the white wax pole with his gun. At the moment when the two forces met, Wu Anfu loosened his left hand, and the elasticity of the white wax pole straightened the gun. Taking advantage of this tension, Wu Anfu shook his right hand, and the snake-shaped gun flower on both ends of the gun cut a slit on Sun Cheng's arm like a venomous snake. Sun Cheng groaned in pain, took two steps back, and threw the gun, saying, "I lost." "Great gun skills!" Wu Anfu didn't wait to be proud, someone on the side cheered, it was his father Wu Kui and uncle Wu Liang.

Wu Anfu's show of skill gained popularity. As soon as he saw the old man step forward to challenge him, the momentum of his spear changed instantly. The spear tip trembled continuously, forming seven spear flowers. This move is called the Seven Treasures Lotus Flower, combining the real with the virtual. If one tries to block it randomly, vulnerabilities will be exposed. Lightly, it will pierce through the intestines; heavily, it will result in instant death. The old man, who had experienced countless battles, naturally would not be deceived by this deceptive move. With a loud shout of "break," he blocked the big spear, and a powerful wind blew in his face. With one force, he broke through a hundred tricks, forcefully dispersing all seven spear flowers, and took the opportunity to attack Wu Anfu's embrace.

Wu Anfu's actions cannot be attributed to memories from his past life. He made up some nonsense about his iron spear shaking and having a large opening, so he thought about improving the spear handle. After trying various materials, he found that white wax was the best. Wu Liang naturally did not suspect anything, he shook the new spear a few times and showed off some tricks. He felt that the spear was much more flexible to use, faster and more powerful in attack, and had fewer weaknesses in defense. It was simply twice as powerful as an ordinary iron spear.

Wu Kui and Wu Liang burst into laughter together. Wu Kui said, "Thank you for your hard work. Go apply the medicine at www.hetushu.com now, and tomorrow you can receive fifty taels of silver." "Thank you, General," Sun Cheng expressed his gratitude and went back to treat his injuries.

What's even more astonishing is that these two-headed snakes are paired with white wax poles, which is really hard to guard against," Sun Cheng said with a mournful face.

Thinking like this, after all, Wu Anfu is a young marshal. He can't just say that the young marshal is a fool, so he still needs to practice. Sun Cheng's gun is also quite skillful. With a flick of his hand, he immediately resolved Sun Cheng's attack. Under that flick, the white wax rod slightly bent, and Wu Anfu took advantage of the bending force to swing it. The other end of the gun tip went straight towards Sun Cheng. Sun Cheng blocked it, and the force was transmitted to the white wax rod again. Wu Anfu took advantage of the force and changed the direction of the attack. He found that this kind of fighting style was somewhat similar to Tai Chi in martial arts novels. Although he didn't understand the principles of Tai Chi, he knew how to use force. In this way, Sun Cheng was exhausted from defending and attacking, but he didn't realize that he was just competing with himself. Getting anxious, Sun Cheng became somewhat angry, relying on the fact that he had an iron gun. Wu Anfu's gun was like a wooden stick, and he disregarded the rules, using the gun as if it were an axe, and struck down with it.

"Your gun is really extraordinary." Wu Liang stepped forward and took Wu Anfu's gun, looking it up and down. "You actually used white wax wood as the shaft. This wood has extremely high elasticity and toughness. I didn't expect you to be able to use it as a gun shaft and create such a gun technique with Chuanghe Publishing. You are truly a genius." Wu Liang looked at the modified gun by Wu Anfu and praised it repeatedly.

Wu Anfu immediately recognized the identity of the old man when he saw the majestic and noble big gun. He did not dare to be too presumptuous and took the opportunity to counterattack the old man's fierce spear. He changed the direction of the spear and took a more aggressive route, exchanging several shots with the old man. He felt the old man's arm strength was extraordinary. Even though he switched to a white wax pole, his wrist still felt numb. After several rounds, Wu Anfu made a feigned thrust, forcing the old man to retreat. He stepped back and said, "Young man, you've lost." The old man was momentarily stunned and then said, "The victory is not yet decided. Why give up so easily?" "King Kao Mountain has superior martial arts skills and is willing to concede, even so. The young man will find it difficult to hold on for another ten rounds. If he does not admit defeat, he will only lose face," Wu Anfu said. His words were half true and half flattery. The old man's martial arts skills were far superior to his own, and if it were not for the significant increase in the power of the modified gun, the old man would probably not be just barely holding on. Even though he changed the gun, Wu Anfu admitted that he would not be able to win in a real fight. Moreover, he had already recognized the old man's identity as King Kao Mountain, so he took the opportunity to flatter him.

Wu Anfu was well prepared. When he saw the attack of the big spear, he swiftly turned his body. Utilizing the rotational force, he swung the other end of the spear towards the attacker. With this swing, the white wax pole slightly bent. The old man flicked the spearhead on the white wax pole, trying to neutralize the force of the swing. However, he didn't expect the excellent elasticity of the white wax pole. Wu Anfu, taking advantage of the old man's flick, turned again and switched to the other end of the spear. This process repeated twice. Although the old man had experienced and witnessed countless heroes, it was the first time he encountered such a clever spear technique. While secretly praising, he pondered on how to break it. However, he didn't expect the excellent elasticity of the white wax pole. Wu Anfu, taking advantage of the old man's flick, turned again and switched to the other end of the spear. This process repeated twice. Although the old man had experienced and witnessed countless heroes, it was the first time he encountered such a clever spear technique. While secretly praising, he pondered on how to break it.

Wu Kui also took the gun and played with it once. Although he was old, he exuded a domineering aura when he held the gun, showing that he was a seasoned general. Wu Anfu had never seen him practice with a gun before, but now he realized that Wu Kui was also a master of gunplay, on par with himself. Wu Kui's performance with the gun was exhilarating. After he finished, he gasped for breath and exclaimed, "This white wax pole gun can easily defeat the enemy with just one move when attacking. The gun is soft and easy to shake, but when thrust out, it can create thousands of plum blossoms. First, break the opponent's chest protector, then drill inside. Each gun flower is deadly. If someone uses this move against me, I don't know where to block." Wu Liang nodded and said, "The white wax pole is soft, so when you block it hard, you can borrow its force to block it out. When you turn the gun handle, the gun head immediately comes back from another direction, with even greater force. It's even harder to defend against the two-headed snake gun. You never know which gun head will swing back. It's simply impossible to defend against." Although Wu Anfu had won against Sun Cheng with his new gun, he realized that he was not as experienced as Wu Kui and Wu Liang. They were the true masters of warfare, who could immediately analyze the advantages and disadvantages of new weapons. If he wanted to dominate the world, he had to learn their skills first. Thinking of this, he rubbed his hands excitedly, as if the world was within his grasp.

Sun Cheng is somewhat disdainful of the guns made by Wu'an Fuxin. Ordinary gun barrels are made of iron, while those made of wood are called spears and halberds. Moreover, the shafts of spears and halberds are made of hardwood. If this white wax shaft is bent with a little force, it is afraid that it will break with just one slash in battle. Isn't this treating war as child's play or a *picture* book?

Wu Anfu was determined to show off his skills in front of the old man, and he could be said to have used all his tricks. The flower spear he wielded was like a mighty dragon, roaring and displaying its power, then agilely twisting and turning, and finally shooting out like a yellow oriole or a rainbow piercing the sun. When he was in the mood, all that could be seen were the red tassels on both sides of the spear and the cold light on the tip of the spear, with the person hidden in the shadow of the spear. The person and the spear merged into one, making it difficult to distinguish between the two. When the old man saw this, he couldn't help but exclaim, "What a great spear technique!" After he finished shouting, he stretched out his hand, and a guard quickly brought him a large spear. The spear was one zhang and eight cun long, decorated with gold and silver, and the body of the spear was wrapped with nine coiled dragons of different postures. This spear was called the Nine Dragons Holding the Tripod Spear. The old man grabbed the spear, leaped forward, and thrust it towards Wu Anfu.

Wu Kui and Wu Liang are both skilled warriors. With this new weapon, they no longer need to worry about their troops. They pulled Wu Anfu along to practice. The sky had already turned dark, and the three of them had smiles on their faces as they made their way home under the starry night sky.

The old man nodded after listening to Wu Anfu's words and said, "Good child, humble and clever, with excellent martial arts skills. What you said is correct, I am indeed relying on Wang Yanglin, the mountain king."

Arriving at the backyard, Wu Kuiwu Liang and an old man were seen sitting in front of a round table, enjoying their wine. Although Wu Anfu did not recognize the old man, he could tell from the presence of guards throughout the garden and the respectful expressions on Wu Kuiwu Liang's face that the visitor held a prestigious status. Immediately, he stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Child pays respects to Uncle, pays respects to Father, pays respects to Uncle." Wu Kuiwu Liang was pleased to see Wu Anfu's quick wit. The old man stroked his beard and smiled, saying, "Good upbringing. I wonder how your martial arts training at www.hetushu.com is going. Now, I have heard your father and uncle praise your exceptional martial skills and superb marksmanship. Would you be willing to demonstrate your skills to me?" "As you command," replied Wu Anfu. If it were someone else who asked him to practice his marksmanship right away, Wu Anfu would have been furious. However, he sensed the old man's commanding tone. Looking at the old man's purple robe, white jade crown pointing to the sky, embroidered dragon boots, white hair, and long white beard, Wu Anfu could not help but feel a sense of awe. With lightning-like eyes and a dignified smile, he had a vague idea of the visitor's distinguished identity and suppressed his temper, thinking of it as a performance. Respectfully stepping back a few steps, he held his spear horizontally, first bowing, and then began to demonstrate his skills.

By borrowing force to strike with force, such gunmanship is not nonexistent, but when using iron spears and white wax pole spears, the power is incomparable. Wu Kui also said.

How did you come up with using a white wax rod as the gun barrel? Wu Liang likes Wu Anfu's new gun more and more.

From this day on, Wu Kuiwu, Wu Liang, and the martial artists of the Wu Mansion are all pondering the new techniques of the spear. These people are all experts, and they are discussing and expressing their own opinions, summarizing some moves suitable for the use of the new spear from the existing spear techniques. Wu Anfu used this new spear technique to spar with everyone and found that its power was indeed extraordinary. Delighted, he never let go of his spear every day, even holding it while sleeping.

It was the first day of the lunar month. As usual, the Beijing Prefecture Yamen held court. Some major cases and issues that could not be resolved by the officials below had to be sent to the Yamen on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month for Luo Yi to handle personally. Wu Anfu and others waited in the hall, and finally finished their official business. Wu Anfu mounted his horse and returned home. When he arrived at the Yanwu Hall, he practiced shooting with the martial arts instructors. While they were competing, a servant came to deliver an order from Wu Kui, asking Wu Anfu to bring his gun to the backyard.