By the way, Bai Zhimo finally saw the mysterious third-level blood chef in Fatty Wang's mouth that had been blown to the sky by him - Old Man Huo.

However, when he saw the real person now, he was still a little surprised and disappointed, because the image of this old man was really beyond his expectations.

This old man is like a senior farmer. The heavy burden of farm work bent his back. The increase in age makes him even weaker. He seems to be on the edge of his life!

Perhaps one day in the near future, when he looses the soil in the vegetable field, he will suddenly fall to the ground heavily, ending his difficult life

Such a passage could not help but appear in Bai Zhimo's heart.

However, he immediately threw away these messy ideas because how could a person who could enjoy a separate courtyard in the city lord's mansion and could also grow vegetables leisurely inside was a "senior old farmer"!

After waiting for half an hour, the old man finally loosened the soil from the vegetable field. He slowly moved out of the vegetable field. His back was still hunched over and his head was lifted up, but it was just slightly higher than his waist.

Bai Zhimo was so tired of seeing this posture for him, and at this time he finally saw the old man's face clearly, which was an extremely old face.

Uncle Fu's face is already old enough, but this person is even more serious. If someone even says that the old man is Uncle Fu's father, a considerable number of people would probably believe it.

Old man Huo came to the corner of the wall with a hoe tremblingly. He put down the hoe in his hand, and then he slowly moved to the basin beside the well to wash his hands.

Fatty Wang had already walked over while he was washing his hands, with a bright and greasy smile on his face.

Mr. Huo, are you okay today? We haven’t seen each other for a while!

Haven't seen each other? We only saw it three days ago, right? You came to me to make blood food, and it was a divine blood creature in Sequence 3. I can't do anything but refuse!

Old Man Huo's voice was a little hoarse, absolutely not good, or even a little harsh, but it exuded a hint of vicissitudes and ethereality after the world.

After being choked hard by Old Man Huo, Fatty Wang rarely had a hint of embarrassment on his face, but his skin was thick enough, and that hint of embarrassment was soon submerged in a greasy smile.

Cough cough cough, Mr. Huo, I didn’t come for blood food this time. I found a young man. He is very good. I think you will be satisfied this time!

You say that every time, but that's the result, hum

Old Man Huo had already washed his hands at this time, and he finally turned his attention to Bai Zhimo. This was his first real scrutiny of Bai Zhimo.

When Old Man Huo looked at him, Bai Zhimo felt a chill on his body, as if his clothes were stripped off one by one as he looked at him.

Old Man Huo's eyes were definitely not bright, and they were even a little turbid, but it was these turbid eyes that made him feel like he was invisible.

Well, let him stay for the time being. As for you, you can get out without stopping!

After more than ten days, Old Man Huo withdrew his gaze from Bai Zhimo, and a calm voice also sounded.

Fatty Wang's reaction to Old Man Huo was not surprised at all, because this reaction did not seem to be any different from before. As for the old man's stiff attitude and his unpleasant way of speaking, he had long experienced it.

Therefore, the smile on his face did not change. He first bowed to Old Man Huo, then patted Bai Zhimo's shoulder beside him, and turned around and left the courtyard.

Bai Zhimo was a little embarrassed. From the two sentences just now, it can be seen that this old man Huo is definitely not a person who is easy to get along with, but who has asked him for something now!

OK, don't stand there, come here to me!

At this time, Old Man Huo had already arrived in a clearing area in the yard, where there was a pile of firewood that had not yet been chopped.

He sat on the wooden bench on the side, reached out and placed a round firewood on the wooden pier in front of him. When Bai Zhimo walked closer, he pointed at the firewood and said slowly,

Have you seen this firewood?

Bai Zhimo nodded silently, but he really couldn't figure out what the old man sold in his gourd. How could he not see such an obvious thing?

Old Man Huo ignored Bai Zhimo's reaction at all. He didn't even raise his head, but continued to say on his own,

You see, although this wood is round and complete, there is no gap on it, it is composed of very small wood fibers inside, and there is a texture that cannot be recognized by the naked eye.

Bai Zhimo still couldn't understand Old Man Huo's words. What was he trying to do? It sounded very profound, but does this have anything to do with Blood Chef?

So after understanding the texture, it only takes a very small force to

Speaking of this, Old Man Huo suddenly raised his right hand and slashed towards the firewood quickly.

Click—

The firewood turned into two halves!

Bai Zhimo's eyes, which were originally a little distracted, suddenly condensed, and his eyes widened. What the hell did I see just now? Is this true or not?

Cutting firewood with bare hands?

A scam?

Bai Zhimo blinked his eyes, his face full of incredibleness. For the powerful sequencer, breaking or even breaking the firewood should not be a problem, but—

It seems that it is not easy to split the firewood with bare hands.

At least for Bai Zhimo, he could not do it. It would be even more impossible to break the firewood as thick as a bowl of water with his strength.

The old man's sequence level is definitely higher than that of Bai Zhimo, but now he can blow down with a gust of wind, and he is trembling when he takes the firewood. It is really up to be discussed how much his strength can be exerted.

Moreover, Bai Zhimo had been staring at him just now, and he did not feel any fluctuations in the old man's body.

In other words, what the old man just used was just a normal and small force, but it was this very small force that split the firewood. How did he do it?

For Bai Zhimo, he may not be able to be so neat with an axe!

Have you seen it clearly?

The old man stood up slowly, he ignored the dazed Bai Zhimo and turned around and returned to the room, leaving only a light word.

Slice the remaining firewood and finish it before dark!

ah?!

Bai Zhimo hadn't said a word after entering the courtyard. The old man directly assigned him a task and didn't ask him what he was doing. Is this a bit too domineering?

And chop firewood with his hands like he did?

Don't joke, don't talk about it before tonight, even if he is given a month, he will never finish it. If you look at this pile of firewood, it should be less than 200 pieces.

Moreover, according to Bai Zhimo's experience, it is not possible to split the firewood in two halves. Four halves can barely make up for it. If you split it into four halves, you will need three knifes!

More than two hundred, that is six or seven hundred. Thinking about this number, Bai Zhimo felt that his eyes were black. How could he do this?

Bai Zhimo was already seriously suspicious. The old man had no intention of accepting himself. He expressed his rejection in this way, hoping to give up.

Is this a disguised rejection?

What are you doing while standing? Work quickly!

Old Man Huo had already walked to the door, held the door frame and turned around and shouted at Bai Zhimo.

This is simply impossible!

Bai Zhimo couldn't help blurting out, and his tone was also a little resentful. Giving himself an impossible task was clearly a embarrassment!

Of course you can't do it!

Old Man Huo looked down upon his tone, then raised his eyebrows and continued to say lightly,

There is an axe there, hurry up and work

ax?

Bai Zhimo turned his head and saw an axe next to him. The axe was rusty and it seemed that no one had used it for a long time!

Bai Zhimo reached out and copied the axe in his hand. The handle was smooth and shiny, as if he had been "plated" for a long time. However, this axe blade was a bit too dull. This axe blade was not chopping firewood, but smashing firewood.

But no matter how blunt the axe is, it is an axe after all, much sharper than the palm.

If you have this axe, it is possible to fulfill Old Man Huo’s request. Could it be that he was wrong? He did not mean to make things difficult for him. This is just a test for himself?

With a puzzled look, Bai Zhimo could no longer see Old Man Huo. The old man went into the house and didn't know what he was doing!

Bai Zhimo sat down. He did not rush to chop firewood, but picked up the two halves of firewood that the old man had split and looked at it carefully!

The piece of wood was broken very simply, as if there was an extremely sharp blowing blade that fell from above it, slashed along its texture, and split it in half.

But Bai Zhimo saw it with his own eyes just now. Old Man Huo split it with his palm, and there is absolutely no sharp blade!

Bai Zhimo looked at it for a long time and the more he looked, he became more and more amazed. He calculated in his heart how the knife fell and how he exerted force after hitting the firewood.

This is a simple top-down chop, but the knife technique contained in it has reached a level that is nearly the Tao. This knife accurately slashed along the wood fiber pattern.

Bai Zhimo was surprised to find that there was no broken wood fiber on this section.

Apart from being amazed, he had never thought that the sword technique could be so exquisite.

This skill, no, should be called a magical skill!

When Bai Zhimo was sighing that Old Man Huo was powerful, he didn't know that there were eyes in the room watching him silently. Seeing Bai Zhimo picking up two pieces of firewood and looking carefully, a hint of praise could not help but reveal his eyes.

This kid is quite a bit brainy!

I hope this kid can do it! My body can't last long. Before this, I must find a qualified successor, otherwise my lineage will really decline.

It should be two knives to divide a piece of cake into four pieces, but it should take three knives to split the firewood into four pieces, right? If you think it is wrong, you can bring it up, although I won’t change it.
Chapter completed!