After so many years of use, he knew that the kitchen knife was sharp. It might be okay to cut down some small trees, but he could not understand them at all, as big trees as thick as buckets, which were cut off with a kitchen knife.

And judging from the piles of wood that have accumulated in front of me, there are at least fifty trees here.

What he was most unbelievable was that who helped Lan move these wood from the back mountain?

He didn't dare to ask the six-year-old child in front of him that the weight of each section of wood was at least about a hundred kilograms. Even adults could hardly move it from the back mountain alone, because the road to the back mountain was not very good. It was not only steep, but also had many sand and gravel, and they would fall if they were accidentally.

"You also moved these woods?" Even though I couldn't believe it, the old village chief couldn't help but ask curiously.

Lan said: "Yes."

The old village chief's pupils of the gully shrank suddenly, and he felt that this child was just a monster!

It's so scary!

"By the way, village chief, where did you buy this kitchen knife? I have never seen any founder who can make a kitchen knife for household use so finely." Lan asked casually.

The old village chief wiped a cold sweat. At this time, he still didn't come back to his senses, and his eyes were still staring at Lan in shock.

After dozens of seconds, he took a deep breath and said, "This kitchen knife was bought from the Holy Soul Village next door. Where can I find a very outstanding caster? Any tools created from him are one level higher than those created by ordinary casters. No, they are at least five levels higher."

Hearing words.

Lan frowned slightly. He didn't expect that there was such a high-level founder in this world. He wanted to meet him very much.

Driven by curiosity, he couldn't help asking: "Grandpa, Village Chief, where is the Holy Soul Village? I want to find this founder and ask him to help me build a weapon."

The old village chief smiled indifferently, "I can take you there. Anyway, our Taoli Village is not far from Shenghun Village, only two or three miles away, so it is considered an old leader."

Lan was very excited. The short blade he made was himself. It was very rough and was OK to hunt some small animals, but it seemed a bit insignificant when it came to combat.

After dinner in the evening, Lan began to meditate and practice again.

This is his must-do homework every day. He improves his physical fitness during the day and improves his skills at night. For some reason, he found that once the hunting skills break through a bottleneck, it is so difficult to improve again. This situation is simply impossible in his previous life.

Hunting skills are crucial to an assassin like him.

Many times, he relies on hunting skills to lock in the enemy.

Hunting skills are a kind of attributes that can enhance his body, but the most obvious feeling is mental perception.

Gradually, Lan has completely entered a state of meditation.

The next day.

As soon as it was dawn, noisy sounds came to the building. Lan opened his eyes and saw the old village chief cooking through the crack in the door.

He quickly got up, walked out of the room, and then helped the old village chief chop some firewood.

Looking at the six-year-old child, so diligent, the old village chief raised a smile on his face.

After breakfast, the old village chief carried his luggage and took Lan towards the direction of the Holy Soul Village.

Because the old village chief was old and his legs were a little inflexible, he delayed some time on the road. However, it took only more than an hour before the two of them came from Taoyuan Village to the Holy Soul Village.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the village, he heard a tinging sound from the village of Holy Soul Village. A ray of excitement flashed in Lan's eyes. He knew that it was the founder working.

He had also heard this pure casting sound in his previous life.

Even very familiar.

Because he also stayed in the blacksmith shop for a while and learned some knowledge of casting.

"Child, have you heard the sound?" The old village chief raised a smile on his face.

Lan nodded and followed the old village chief to walk into the village.

Following the path and heading towards the village, Lan found that Shenghun Village seemed to be richer than Taoli Village. At first glance, there were large farming land.

The reason why Saint Soul Village is richer than Taoli Village is because Saint Soul Village has always had transactions with Notting City, and the grain and vegetables produced here are all supplied to Notting City.

Although Notting City is not a big city, it is close to one of the empires, and naturally it is one of the starting places for merchant transactions between the two empires.

It is precisely because of this that the living of civilians near some villages is much better than that of other villages.

Not long after following the old village chief, Lan suddenly saw a thin figure on a hill that was only more than 100 meters high. The figure was climbing towards the top of the hill calmly.

It was a child as old as him. Maybe because of the warmth of the sun that he often endured, the child's skin was in a healthy wheat color, his short black hair looked neat, and his clothes were simple but very clean.

Lan kept his eyes on the boy as he walked, because he was sure that the boy was extraordinary. For an ordinary child, climbing this hill more than a hundred meters high was not easy.

So he used his hunting skills, and his powerful mental power extended like a hill. Although his senses were not very strong, he still felt that the boy's breath was stable.

Lan suddenly frowned slightly, thinking:

Climbing a hill that is more than a hundred meters high, but his face is not red, he is not angry, and he is content with satisfaction? Isn’t he an ordinary person?

Soon, the boy on the hill saw a man and a child as old as him walking towards his home, and the boy quickly ran towards the hill.

His speed was very fast, and in just a few minutes, he came to Lan and the old village chief.

"Tang San, is your father at home?" the old village chief asked.

Then he looked at Lan again and smiled and said, "Child, this is the founder's biological son, his name is Tang San."

Tang San raised a smile and said, "Hello, my name is Tang San."

"Lan." Lan replied lightly.

"Miss San, is your father at home? I'll ask him to help build a weapon." The old village smiled indifferently.

"You are here. Come with me." Tang San nodded, and then led the old village chief and Lan toward his home.

The two followed Tang San and came to a wooden house a few minutes later.

When he opened the door, Tang San shouted, "Dad, someone is looking for you."

Hearing sound.

A coughing sound came from the inner room.

After a while, the curtain in the inner room was lifted up, and a tall figure walked out with a staggering pace.

It was a middle-aged man who looked about fifty years old, but he was tall and burly, but his dress was really unbearable.

The broken robe was worn on her body, and the bronze skin was exposed below because it was not patched. Her correct facial features were covered with a layer of waxy yellow, and she looked sleepy, her hair was messy like a bird's nest, and her eyes had no spiritual firepower at all.

Just as he walked out, a breath of alcohol made Lan frown.

Seeing the man coming out, Tang San introduced: "This is my father."

That’s right, this is Tang San’s father, Tang Hao!
Chapter completed!