"Can I practice at 1 o’clock?"
"But don’t talk about martial arts now. I don’t even know skills … What can I practice?"
-No means French action.
"Can you see what can be done in Neng Village tomorrow?"
Wang Mu fell asleep with some expectation.
next day
The sky doesn’t seem to be much better. There are Lei Yun in the mountains towering into the clouds in the distance, and the sky is imprisoned in this world.
The good rain is getting smaller.
Wang Mu found Sister Hong, gave full play to her subjective initiative and said that she wanted to do something.
It is dangerous to fish and kill chickens.
"Xiao Wang, you have to exercise for a while before you are weak, so you and Uncle Tie Niu go to the purple forest behind the village to cut some firewood."
Cutting wood?
This seems to be really harmless.
Wang Mu nodded and followed a two-meter-high man out of the village again to the purple forest behind the village.
The big fellow’s name is Iron Bull, but he doesn’t really look strong. It’s not that kind of muscular body, but that kind of neat silky muscle. He is wearing a thick cloth waist and a black cloth with two half-meter-long axes on his back.
I don’t know what made that short axe. The blade of the axe was slightly cold, and the axe body was engraved with strange lines. The wooden handle with five fingers marks should have been around for many years, and the grooves were covered with pulp, and the color was dull.
"There have been no foreign guests in our village for many years."
Tie Niu said cheerfully that his beard and skin were bronzed, and his head was tied with a tie. He looked a little silly but his voice was loud. "Xiao Wang, if you need any help in our village, please feel free to say."
Wang Mu wants to ask about the world.
However …
"The outside world?"
"Then we don’t understand … we know there is a lonely Yunshan Mountain over there, and there is a fairy-cultivating ancestral gate where immortals can fly and hide."
Iron cow waved his hand. "I haven’t been out. Occasionally, some foreigners stop in our village or some foreigners come to our village to listen to them when they accept disciples at the Xianzong Mountain Gate every few years. It is dangerous in the outside world. Some places eat people and don’t spit bones, but only eat mature men."
"What place is so powerful?" Wang Mu one leng.
Iron cow a face of dignified low way
"It’s weird to hear those foreigners say it’s a place called Goulan."
"…" Wang Mu.
It feels a little subtle
This happy village is simply isolated!
I don’t know how much the map of the world has expanded after this Millennium.
"Well, the purple forest has arrived." Uncle Tie Niu drew two axes from behind. "Sister Wang Hongjie told me that you are weak. Try it first. This purple graupel tree is a little hard and may not be easy for you to cut."
"Well, it’s not difficult. If you have perseverance, you should be able to cut down one tree in half a month, which is considered a success."
"Come and see me first."
The iron cow pulled out an axe and his momentum changed in an instant.
Especially when shaking hands with an axe.
A stream of air overflowed from him.
Wang Mu opened his eyes wide.
The purple pheasant tree looks a bit like the maple tree trunk is not thick, but it doesn’t feel so hard … But after all the experiences yesterday, Wang Mu knows that this thing is not simple.
Especially this iron cow uncle axe split instantly.
The airflow rushed past like a strong wind, which made Wang Mu a little unstable.
“？”
"Is this imposing manner cutting down trees?"
Wang Mu emitted a few drops of cold sweat from his forehead, which felt like a split mountain …
And when the axe hit the tree.
Boom!
The ground trembled.
Kakaka …
There was a small gap in Zishuo Tree.
The iron ox waved his axe wildly towards the gap and went to melt the ghosting, but after a few breaths, the gap would crack and the whole tree would break.
"Shout …"
Iron cow took a breath and looked at Zishuo tree with some dissatisfaction. "I don’t know when I can do it with an axe like Grandfather."
"…" Wang Mu.
It’s a world of Xianxia!
The per capita combat power is so high …
On that show momentum and oppression, that waving an axe to crack the wind and scattered debris, Wang Mu has some doubts that a mountain can really be chopped …
"Small shepherd, you try it."