In the blink of an eye, Wei Siyuan has been chopping wood for five days. The original rusty wood knife was sharpened by him, and the blade was sharpened. In the past five days, from the beginning of the discomfort did not know how to find the angle to save effort, to now the extremely natural knife, a knife down the bush fell in response.

"It should be enough!" Wei Siyuan thought to himself, dragging the last shrub of this withered shrub jungle.

He now vaguely understands the truth that Wang Qiang let himself chop wood. Chopping wood is about angle, strength, and durability. If you don't grasp the angle well and can't cut the texture of the bush, you will consume more physical strength. If you don't have a good grasp of the strength, you will only make your mouth hurt and affect the next swing of the knife. The longer you persist, the greater the probability of survival.

"I don't know if there's anything I haven't realized!" Wei Siyuan sighed. He admires Wang Qiang a little now, a simple matter of chopping wood can teach him so many truths.

"Brother Wei, what do you want?" Wang Haoren was patrolling the camp, and when he saw Wei Siyuan dragging a dry shrub all the way from a distance, he smirked all the way, so he greeted him loudly.

"Ahh

Looking at Wei Siyuan's simple appearance, Wang Haoren couldn't help but quip: "Brother Wei, you are very neat at your work! You have cut all the firewood in our camp for more than a month in five days! Amazing, you are not a genius at the peak of martial arts!"

"Go, go, go! I call it practicing knife skills, and chopping wood is just incidental!" Wei Siyuan corrected Wang Haoren's statement in a loud voice.

"Yes, yes, yes, practice the knife technique! Practice the knife technique!" Wang Haoren laughed.

"Siyuan, your firewood is well chopped!" Wang Qiang's voice crossed the dry pyre that was erected high and squeezed directly into Wang Haoren's laughter.

"Uncle!"

"Teacher!"

Hearing Wang Qiang's voice, the two young men who were originally giggling closed their teeth and greeted Wang Qiang respectfully.

"Yes, Siyuan, you have made progress, the firewood is quite neat, and you can proceed to the next step of practice!"

"Next practice?" Wei Siyuan's eyes lit up, it seemed that he had reached the end of his life, and he could officially learn the sword technique.

"Tang Dao will be returned to you, you will follow the reconnaissance team to dissect the spiritual materials on the beast's body!"

"Huh?" Wei Siyuan hugged the Tang knife thrown by Wang Qiang with both hands, a little at a loss.

"From now on, you will be in charge of the dismemberment of the reconnaissance team!" Wang Haoren kindly reminded as he stood aside.

"Okay!" Wei Siyuan shouted as he looked at Wang Qiang's back as he turned to leave.

"Brother Wang, is there any way to dismember?" After the experience of chopping wood last time, Wei Siyuan decided to take precautions and inquire about what it was necessary to dismember the beast first.

"This-this-this can't be said for a while, but you'll know with the scouts who are out. Wang Haoren thought about it, his own ability to express himself was limited, and he didn't know how to talk about it, but he knew that the dismemberment work was something that almost every reconnaissance team member had to master, and when the beast began to be dismembered, he could explain the dismemberment step by step.

"Okay, then are there any other team members on a mission today?" Wei Siyuan was a little helpless, since Wang Haoren couldn't say clearly, he could only slowly grope around, first determine which cheetah team member he was following, and then slowly ask the team members for advice with his three-inch tongue, this is the right way.

"Today, it's gone! I'm a peak martial artist who sits in the camp for a day, and they can just hunt wild beasts outside with peace of mind!" Wang Haoren said with some stinky fart.

"Then the beasts they hunted will be dragged back to the camp!" Wei Siyuan was a little excited, he remembered that Wang Qiang dragged the elite mantis back on the day Ouyang Yuntian made trouble, if the scout team members who went out today dragged a beast back, he would have the object to practice his sword technique today.

"What you think is beautiful!" Wang Haoren shook his head, "There are many giant mantis in the mantis bushes, and only that pair of knives is worth a lot of money above and below the praying mantis, and ordinary praying mantis only take knife feet, and only elite mantis will pull them back as a big meal!"

"Ah, then I'll go chop firewood today!" Wei Siyuan didn't get the result he wanted, and he was a little disappointed, but fortunately, today's firewood hasn't been chopped yet, and today's practice will not end.

"No need to chop wood! My uncle must have chopped it all!" Wang Haoren shook his head. Everyone in the cheetah knows that Wang Qiang has a habit of chopping wood, so the camp is generally only responsible for cutting down trees and pulling the trees back, and the firewood is chopped by Wang Qiang. Wang Qiang came from the firewood pile just now, and he should have cut down all the bushes that Wei Siyuan pulled back today.

"Really?" Wei Siyuan was skeptical, in his thoughts, a big man like Wang Qiang should disdain such a trivial matter as chopping wood.

"Isn't it true or fake? My uncle often said that chopping wood can practice knife skills, so let the members of the team who make knives chop more wood!"

"So Uncle Wang is also practicing knife techniques!" Wei Siyuan suddenly had an idea, and suddenly wanted to take a look at the difference between the firewood that Wang Qiang cut and the firewood he chopped himself, and maybe he could also see the traces of Wang Qiang's knife technique.

Wei Siyuan strode behind the pile of firewood, and the bushes that had been in the open space had disappeared, leaving only a pile of neatly arranged broken branches and a pile of trunks that had been split into several pieces.

"This section is so neat!" Wei Siyuan could see at a glance the most obvious difference between the firewood he cut and the firewood cut by Wang Qiang. The cross-section of the firewood he chopped was obviously rough, not smooth, and even a little prickly to the touch. The cross-section of the firewood cut by Wang Qiang is particularly neat and smooth, and it looks like it has been polished.

"Uncle Wang is not at a loss, Uncle Wang! This firewood is so perfect!" Wei Siyuan sighed. Compared with Wang Qiang, he is a little ashamed.

"This chopping wood still has knowledge!" Wang Haoren also learned from Wei Siyuan, touched the cross-section, and also found the difference between the two, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Hey, do you know what Uncle Wang did before?Why is the knife technique so powerful?" Wei Siyuan was a little curious about Wang Qiang's origin, after all, it has only been more than 7 months since the first month of the catastrophe calendar, why does Wang Qiang have such a powerful knife technique.

"My uncle, my uncle used to be a cook! Their swordsmanship, fist skills, and his father's swordsmanship have been passed down from generation to generation by their ancestors. Legend has it that there was a great age on the ancient earth, and what they learned was passed down from that time. But these things are outdated now, so the knife technique has become a necessary knife skill for cooks, the sword technique has become a carving technique, and the fist method has become an ancient square and noodle technique when making noodles. That's right, Wang Haoren was a pastry chef before.