"Wu, don't move, cut your hands."

Han Cheng saw that Wu was going to follow his example, so he put his finger on the edge of the blade and hurriedly stopped it.

In later generations, he did not mow the grass, at the beginning, he asked the adults to grind the sickle, and then began to grind himself, and he was able to grasp the sharpness of the test with his hands.

But Wu can't do it, the sharpest thing he has ever touched is the bone knife, and it is difficult to grasp the severity of the test with his hands.

Now this newly made iron knife has been opened by him, although it is not as sharp and wear-resistant as the steel knife, but it will still cut his hand if he is not careful.

Hearing Han Cheng's words, Wu took his hand back.

I couldn't stop looking at this iron knife that looked very different from the bone knife.

On the one hand, he believed Han Cheng's words very much, and on the other hand, he felt that the iron knife should not be so sharp.

The bone knife in the tribe will be fine if he holds the blade with his hand, although this iron knife looks sharper than the bone knife, it should still be fine to hold it with his hand.

And Miko also touched his hand just now, and his hand was not cut......

Seeing Wu's expression, Han Cheng could basically understand what was going on in his heart.

He stood up with the iron knife, which was less than half a catty, and took the leather placed on the side, ready to use it to test the knife, so that Wu and the others could see the sharpness of the iron knife, and at the same time test the fruits of these days' labor.

When I was about to do it, I suddenly remembered the birth of the legendary sword and sword, and my heart couldn't help but move.

When these swords were cast, the cadres Mo Ye and others used human sacrifice swords, and some swords did not return without blood.

Now that the first iron knife in the tribe has appeared in his hand, the first time he tried the knife, it can't be so easy, he should also see some blood.

Although this iron knife is really ugly.

Under the gaze of everyone, Han Cheng put down the skin in his hand, holding an iron knife in one hand, and slowly looked at everyone.

The people who didn't know why were also looking at their Son of God and the sword that Son of God was carrying.

Han Cheng looked at it for a while, and his gaze fell on the stone not far away that was a little taller than him.

It is then mentioned to walk towards the stone.

Shishi, who didn't know what was going on, watched Miko walk towards him with a freshly made thing called an iron sword, and his face was excited, and he took a step forward.

A weird smile tugged at the corner of Han Cheng's mouth, raised the iron knife in his hand, and came to the stone.

And then......

Then he walked past him and walked straight to the chicken pen behind the stone.

The rest of the people followed him.

The arrogant old rooster in the chicken pen, when he saw so many people to see it, not only did he not have the slightest fear, but he also climbed on the back of a little hen like crazy, and came to a restricted blockbuster performance in public.

After finishing the incident, he flapped his wings and tilted his head to look at Han Cheng defiantly.

And then the guy was caught.

Grasp the base of the wings with one hand and bring the neck over and step on both paws of the chicken with one foot, so that it cannot move.

Reaching out to pull the hair off his neck, this knife that can be used to kill cattle is on the neck of this old rooster who likes to show affection.

Han Cheng pulled the knife a little harder, and the iron knife cut through the skin on the old rooster's neck, and dark red blood flowed out and fell into the pottery bowl below.

Sprinkle a little salt into the blood, coagulate it, and stew it with chicken, which tastes good.

The old rooster who was tested for showing affection and bleeding was thrown out, fluttered twice on the ground, and went up to the western sky with his legs stretched.

"Good knives!"

Han Cheng secretly boasted to himself.

Although this knife will not be asked for in the future generations to cut vegetables......

The adults were amazed that the iron knife could kill the chickens in one fell swoop, and the children became extremely excited.

But most of their excitement came from the chicken on the ground, which was completely dead.

Han Cheng didn't wipe the blood on the knife, and directly used it to cut the skin.

The sturdy leather was spread out on the wood, and Han Cheng pressed the leather with one hand and held the knife with the other, slashing from top to bottom.

After the knife came down, the skin broke through a shallow layer, and Han Cheng continued to repeat along the mark that had been cut earlier.

After the ninth knife, the skin was completely cut in half.

Han Cheng looked at the knife in his hand and frowned, a knife without steel as a blade is still not sharp enough, it takes so many knives to cut the skin, and it can only be thrown in the future life......

Withdrawing his gaze from the knife, he looked up to find that the people around him were looking at him, dumbfounded.

Han Cheng couldn't help but sniffle.

I have too high expectations for the sharpness of iron, and this iron will be looked down upon by the people of the tribe again.

"God... Miko ......"

The once very silent scene was finally broken, and it was the most veteran witch who spoke.

It's just that now he stutters a little and his voice trembles a little.

Han Cheng's old face flushed, and he couldn't help but sniff again, the people in the Heart Dao tribe were really shocked by the 'sharpness' of the iron.

Sure enough, you can't talk too much.

Wu was indeed shocked that this iron knife could actually cut the skin!

That's a leather!

So far, the method used by the people of the Qingque tribe to break the skin is still the one that Han Cheng originally used to rub back and forth on the stone ridge.

It's not that they don't know how to innovate, it's that the conditions don't allow it.

They've tried other tools and other methods as well.

The stone knife and bone knife have no effect on the epithelium.

As a relatively idle person in the tribe, in addition to picking rabbits, he has observed the women in the tribe making clothes, and even grinded the skin by himself, understanding that it is not easy.

Now how could he not be shocked to see that the knife made by the Divine Son out of iron had cut the skin so easily, many times faster than the friction?

Moreover, the Son of God has not yet grown up, and his strength is not enough, if this knife is held by an adult, wouldn't it be faster to use it to cut the skin?

This...... What the hell is this iron, so amazing?

No wonder Shenzi didn't let himself touch it with his hands just now, according to his previous thoughts, his hands would definitely bleed!

It's so easy to cut dry skins, so if it's used to slaughter prey or kill enemies, wouldn't it......

Wu's old face became a little flushed.

Senior Brother and the others also looked eagerly at the knife in Han Cheng's hand, and their expressions changed from initial shock and sluggishness to excitement.

"God... Miko ......"

Wu didn't know what to say for a while, only knew to repeat this sentence.

Han Cheng sniffled again, damn, it's a shame to be a big deal now.

The ugly daughter-in-law also has to see her in-laws, and it always has to happen.

At that moment, he turned his heart and handed the knife to Wu.

But he didn't want Wu to step forward and take the knife with both hands, and after personally holding and cutting twelve knives to cut the skin, he actually held the knife with both hands and bowed directly to Han Cheng, and praised in his mouth: "Son of God!" ”

The others also shouted excitedly, "Son of God!" ”

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