Douluo: Shadow Douluo

This waterfall is about 40 meters high. The rapid water slants down and hits the smooth rocks below, making a rumbling sound, like a series of muffled thunder exploding, and countless water splashes flying up.

Lan's eyes focused and his expression changed.

He took off his clothes, suddenly bent his legs, and poured into the waterfall like a diver. Despite his thin body, when he stood in the waterfall, the outline of his muscles was obvious.

Lan raised his head and let the powerful water hit his head. He gradually became excited.

The long-lost smile finally appeared.

Yes, this seemed to be the first time he smiled without any burden.

All the pressure was vented under the waterfall.

The smile disappears,

Lan bent his legs and suddenly used strength to jump up.

Whoosh!

The waves rose from the ground. This jump was three meters high, and the whole body pushed up a turbulent current.

Under the pressure of such a powerful waterfall, he was able to jump three meters high. One can imagine how terrifying his strength is.

For ordinary people, let alone jumping under the pressure of a huge waterfall, even if they can stand firm under this waterfall, it is very impressive.

However, Lan not only stood firm, but even kept jumping up again and again.

As an assassin, there is no doubt that Qinggong is an indispensable means.

Only under the pressure of exceeding the limit and constantly challenging can the so-called light gong be practiced.

Just jump up, fall down, jump up...

After repeating it fifty times, Lan stopped this boring action.

Lying on the big rock under the waterfall, after resting for a while, he suddenly stood up.

He drew out his short blade and waved it in the waterfall. A series of cold gleams lit up under the water curtain. Each knife was so fast. As soon as the cold light cut through the water curtain, another cold gleam lit up again.

Just like a huge waterfall, there is always an incomplete flow.

As he kept waving the short blade like this, Lan moved his arms even faster.

He discovered that after awakening his martial soul, not only his strength had improved, but his body's toughness had also undergone tremendous changes, and of course his speed.

With all these improvements, he couldn't believe that his own strength had doubled from the original level.

Under the turbulence tens of meters high, there is no doubt about the impact.

The water flow hit him like a whip, but Lan's body was more than powerful. He stood under the waterfall and enjoyed the pleasure of practicing under the pressure.

After training for an entire afternoon, Lan jumped from the waterfall onto the shore.

As soon as he returned to the shore, all the pressure disappeared, and his whole body felt like he was in a state of ecstasy. The lightness of his body made him unable to help but jump down and try to jump.

Whoosh!

With a sudden movement, he flew straight up like an arrow piercing the clouds. This jump was actually 15 meters high.

Then it fell to the ground again and continued to bounce up. Every leap was an obvious increase in strength.

"Finally, I have unleashed my body's potential." Lan said to himself, "But it's still not enough. Continuing to exercise like this will only make it easier and easier, and the effect of cultivation will not be achieved. It seems that a greater burden will be added."

Lan glanced around, and his eyes suddenly stopped on a large disk-shaped stone, and said secretly: "In the next period of time, you can use it to exercise your body's toughness. As for the speed of swinging the knife, you can also We need to find a huge iron rod."

After standing stunned in front of the waterfall for about half an hour, Lan put on his clothes and flew down the mountain with a tap of his toes.

After entering the small village, Lan went directly to the old village chief's house. Looking at the dilapidated building, Lan decided to build a new building for the old village chief tomorrow.

returning a Favour many times more.

After dinner in the evening, Lan sat on the bed, meditating and practicing with his eyes closed.

The next day.

As soon as it got dark, Lan had already walked out of the door carrying the old village chief's long and wide kitchen knife.

Soon, we came to the woods in the mountains behind Taoli Village.

This kitchen knife is about two feet long and very sharp. Lan feels very comfortable holding it.

He walked towards a big tree, his face darkened, he raised his right hand, suddenly exerted force, and slashed horizontally towards the big tree.

I saw a cold light flashing through the trunk of the big tree in an instant.

Then the big tree in front of him, which was half a meter in diameter, was chopped down by him.

"What a sharp knife!"

Lan looked at the fallen tree in astonishment. He didn't expect to cut it off with just one knife.

He took a careful look at the kitchen knife. After a moment, his eyes flickered, and his heart trembled, "I see, what kind of forger is this?"

Lan discovered that although the material of this kitchen knife was not considered to be the best hard iron, the skill of the caster who made this kitchen knife was too high.

Very refined, something he had never seen before in his previous life.

After chopping the big tree just now, the knife was still extremely sharp, without any trace of curling. If it were an ordinary kitchen knife, the edge of the knife might have curled back when he exerted force just now.

In this way, Lan walked through the woods waving the kitchen knife, and in less than an hour, he chopped down dozens of big trees.

Then he divided these big trees into several sections and transported them to the village by himself.

Back in the village, the old village chief was returning from doing errands outside. He seemed to have gone to another neighbor's house. He was walking towards the house with a kitchen knife in his hand.

Looking at the mountains of wood, the old village chief looked confused.

what happened?

Lan walked over and returned the kitchen knife to the old village chief, "Grandpa village chief, I saw that you were not at home this morning, so I borrowed your kitchen knife to go out and chop down trees. Your house is too dilapidated, so I will build a new one for you."

"What?" The old village chief was immediately shocked. He looked at Lan in disbelief. He couldn't believe that Lan chopped these timbers.

You know, Lan is only six years old now!

Can a six-year-old child chop down such a thick tree?

The old village chief took a sharp breath and felt a chill down his back. He said tremblingly: "My child, you said you chopped these wood back?"

Lan nodded, "Yes, Grandpa Village Chief, I cut these wood from the woods in the back mountain. This wood should be enough to build a new house for you, right?"

"By the way, Grandpa Village Chief, I didn't find any usable tools this morning, so I took the kitchen knife you used to chop down the tree. I'll give it back to you now."

The old village chief was completely stunned at this time.

It didn't matter that a six-year-old child could chop down such a thick tree. He forced himself to believe it.

But when Lan handed him the kitchen knife, his jaw even dropped to the ground, and his whole body was completely petrified.

Can this kitchen knife cut down trees?