The next morning, Wang Yan got up and washed up. After breakfast, Wang Yan walked out of the camp and saw boxes placed in the camp. All the boxes were sealed with seals, and soldiers were guarding them. Next to the boxes, there were carriages containing grain in sacks, arranged neatly.

"Sir, the food, money and weapons on the mountain have been moved down overnight and counted them all."

Yang He was responsible for the night watch and had no rest. Seeing Wang Yan coming out, he hurried over to report.

Wang Yan ordered: "After staying up all night, you can wash up first, make up for a nap, and report to me after waking up."

Yang He shook his head and said, "I am the best person in the imperial examination and can report to you." As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but yawn. The fine bloodshots appeared in his eyes revealed Yang He's fatigue.

Wang Yan patted Yang He on the shoulder and ordered: "Go down and rest, I'll take a look at the Overlord Spear first."

"promise!"

Yang He ordered someone to call Lu Zheng, and went back to the camp to take a break.

Old Lu Zheng had a flattering smile on his face. When he saw Wang Yan, he bowed ninety degrees and bowed his hands on his chest, and said respectfully: "Report to the master, the Overlord Spear has been carried down the mountain. The younger one will send someone to you to the tent."

"Can."

Wang Yan brought his hands behind his back and returned to the tent.

After a while, Lu Zheng commanded two soldiers to walk in with a spear.

"Bang!"

The end of the gun rod was inserted into the ground, making a muffled sound.

Wang Yan walked to the Overlord Spear and looked at the Overlord Spear in front of him carefully.

This Overlord Gun is about 12 feet and nine inches long, and is silver-white all over. The sharp spear is sharp, and a sense of coldness is permeated. On the sharpest tip, there is a strange purple-red color, which makes people feel heart-shaking.

Wang Yan bounced the tip of the spear head, and the clear sound continued, circling around his ears.

"Good steel, good gun."

Wang Yan looked happy and couldn't help but praise him.

Wang Yan's understanding of this Overlord Gun is no less than that of the alloy steel of later generations. It is the best in terms of toughness and hardness.

Seeing that Lie Xin was happy, he held the gun in his right hand and ordered: "Let go of your hand, I'll think about it."

The two soldiers holding the Overlord Gun let go and retreated respectfully to the side.

Lu Zheng seized the opportunity and flattered him, saying: "The adult is so majestic, just like a god in his hand. This overlord gun is clearly tailor-made for the adults."

Wang Yan turned a deaf ear, his feet slightly separated and his shoulders relaxed. He suddenly exerted force from his waist, and a force rushed out from his waist, passing through his arms to the palm holding the gun body.

"rise!"

Wang Yan shouted softly, and the overlord spear rose from the ground.

However, Wang Yan held the Overlord Gun in the air for only a blink of an eye and was powerless one after another, allowing the Overlord Gun to fall.

"boom!"

The gun rod fell to the ground and splashed dust.

Lu Zheng was stunned. He wanted to slap Wang Yan's horse hard, but he didn't expect that Wang Yan could not use the Overlord Gun. His eyes rolled and he praised, "It's incredible that he can lift the Overlord Gun at a young age. No one in the village, who is as old as you can pick up the Overlord Gun."

Wang Yan was impatient with Lu Zheng's whining, and waved his hand to let Lu Zheng and the two soldiers retreat.

In the camp, only Wang Yan was left.

Wang Yan stared at the Overlord Spear in a concentrated manner, and his right hand exerted force again. This time, just like before, it was just a blink of an eye, and the gun rod fell to the ground again.

This domineering gun weighs absolutely more than 80 kilograms.

If it was Wang Yan's previous life, he would definitely be able to easily pick up the Overlord Gun. However, the owner is a scholar and his body lacks exercise. Even if Wang Yan trained continuously for more than a month, he had only returned to the normal level and could not use the Overlord Gun.

Wang Yan held the gun body in both hands and placed the Overlord Gun flat on the weapon stand in the tent.

Back at the seat, Wang Yan sat down casually, gasping slightly.

He lifted the Overlord Gun twice in a row, which took a lot of strength and his arms were a little sore. While rubbing his sore arms, Wang Yan carefully looked at the Overlord Gun placed horizontally on the weapon stand.

Compared to the victory of this battle, Wang Yan prefers this gun.

Peerless weapon!

This is the definition under Wang Yan.

At this time, the sky was already bright, the red sun rose in the east, and the golden sunlight shone into the outside of the tent, illuminating the tent. A trace of golden light fell on the lord's spear, making it even more brilliant.

"A good gun, it is worthy of being a weapon that Xiang Yu used." Wang Yan murmured to himself, looking intoxicated, "Hey, there seems to be something at the end of the gun bar."

Suddenly, Wang Yan stood up and came directly to the Overlord Spear.

Just now, Wang Yan discovered a clue. It was through the light coming from outside that he could see something was wrong. Without the transparent light, it was difficult to find.

Wang Yan squatted down and looked at the end of the Overlord Gun at close range.

At the end of this Overlord Gun, there is about four inches of hollowed-out steel, which is specially used to support it on the ground. Under the light, Wang Yan clearly discovered that there was a cylindrical black thing in the hollowed-out steel.

"Take it out and take a look."

Wang Yan pinched the hollowed-out end and pulled it out with force.

But the tail end does not move at all.

There is a gap between the tail end of the Overlord Gun and the body of the gun, which is combined and cannot be disassembled. Wang Yan took a deep breath, held the tail end tightly with his right hand, and suddenly used force.

"It's a shame!"

The hollowed-out stainless steel end was cut out, and a small cylinder three inches and five long fell to the ground.

Wang Yan put the tail end on and picked up the cylinder on the ground.

The outermost part of the small cylinder is a layer of black foil. Because of the protection of this layer of foil, the rainwater cannot soak. Wang Yan took off the outermost part of the foil and saw the items wrapped in the foil.

This is an extremely thin piece of silk, far smoother than silk and far thinner than silk.

Wang Yan spread out little by little, and in a short while, a piece of silk that was one foot wide and three feet long was displayed. On this silk, there were exquisite figures, each figure was a movement, with a total of twenty-four movements.

Wang Yan glanced over and his eyes fell on the three words in the front - "The King of the Kings".

Could it be Xiang Yu's martial arts?

Wang Yan's heart started to beat faster and faster.

Everyone knows that Xiang Yu was invincible during the Chu and Han dynasties. If he could learn the martial arts of meeting, Wang Yan could have another life-saving trump card. Wang Yan took a few deep breaths, calmed down his restlessness, and then looked down little by little.

After browsing, Wang Yan finally understood the ins and outs of the graphics.

According to the records on the silk, these twenty-four figures were obtained by Xiang Yu by chance from a sheepskin. After Xiang Yu practiced according to the figures, his martial arts improved rapidly and finally became invincible.

Because the original sheepskin had no name, Xiang Yu named it "The King of the King".

"Opportunity, this is my chance."
Chapter completed!