By the way, when Bai Zhimo returned to his room, he was shocked to find that his little cleverness was actually in his room.

After a little clever reminder, Bai Zhimo finally felt a little urgency in his heart. His sequence path was like a long sword hanging over his head, which could fall down at any time and cut off his life.

The way to knock down the long sword above the head was also given, which was to practice the Cold Soul Art to the first level.

The Cold Soul Art is a skill that can be practiced by the Lord of Hanhai City. It was passed to Bai Zhimo by Ye Weikun, but the secret book was handed over to Bai Zhimo by Xiaozhiling, and there were only the first two levels of exercises.

According to the secret book, the first layer of the Cold Soul Art can release a range of cold air in one zhang, while the second layer can expand the range of cold air to ten zhang.

Bai Zhimo has been practicing the Cold Soul Art for a while. He can now release a ball of cold air as big as a human head, and it is still quite a distance away from 1 zhang.

It is probably not easy for Bai Zhimo to break through the Cold Soul Art to the first level within one month.

However, although the Cold Soul Art is urgent, the matter of the Blood Chef cannot be relaxed. Moreover, it is not suitable for practicing the Cold Soul Art now, so he decided to study the secret book he just got.

Basic knife skills and exquisite explanation!

For those like Bai Zhimo who have never practiced swordsmanship, the name of this secret book should be extremely suitable, at least it is much more suitable than the mysterious Qionghua book.

Bai Zhimozai carefully read the secret book. Although he knew very little about swordsmanship, he could still feel the power of this secret book.

After reading this secret book, Bai Zhimo felt that he had a basic understanding of swordsmanship. Of course, he could not be called a master of swordsmanship, but if he met other sword-making people, he would not be able to speak.

Of course, understanding what the knife technique is in your heart does not mean that you have learned it! The most important thing is to practice hard.

No one has come up with the level of sword skills. It is accumulated through practice of one move after another, turning the thoughts in his mind into his own real strength.

However, when Bai Zhimo walked out of the room, he was shocked to find that the sun was about to set in the west, leaving only half of the blood-red setting sun.

It seems that it is getting late!

Before I knew it, I had seen it for so long. Bai Zhimo touched his chin. It seemed that it was a bit late to practice the knife at this time.

Gululu—

When Bai Zhimo was about to turn back to the room, his stomach began to protest. He couldn't help but touch his shriveled belly. Supper seemed to have not yet been settled!

If you go to Fatty Wang for dinner, isn’t it a bit inappropriate?

Just as Bai Zhimo was thinking slightly, a sound suddenly came from a distance.

"Young Master Bai,"

The voice came, and at the same time, a man quickly came to Bai Zhimo, and continued to speak,

"Fatty Master originally wanted to wait for you to have dinner together, but I knocked on your door and never responded. Fatty Master has finished eating now. Do you want to start eating now?"

Bai Zhimo should have been immersed in the secret knife of swordsmanship just now, so he didn't hear the knock on the door, but Brother Fat had already eaten it?

Bai Zhimo silently glanced at the setting sun in the west. He was more confused about Fatty Wang’s dietary rules. The meal time last night seemed to be much later than today!

"Brother Ermao, do you eat dinner so early on in Fat Brother?" The person who came was Ermao.

"Pang Ye's dinner has always been so early, but before going to bed, he still had a midnight snack. Should Mr. Bai eat alone now, or wait for Mr. Fat Ye's midnight snack to eat all the meals?" Ermaozi said with a smile.

Gululu—

Before Bai Zhimo could speak, his stomach was already in a hurry to speak for him. Bai Zhimo's face suddenly turned red. His belly was too unscrupulous.

Of course, Ershu understood in seconds. He smiled very understandingly,

"Young Master Bai, are you going to the kitchen for meals, or will I send the meal directly to your room?"

"No need to worry, I'll go to the kitchen to eat directly. I'm not very hungry at all, just use it a little..."

Gululu—

Before Bai Zhimo finished speaking, a sudden voice interrupted his words, which made him even more embarrassed. After all, he was just saying that he was not very hungry, and this was simply a slap in the face.

"Please come with me, Mr. Bai!"

Ermaozi's smile remained unchanged, and there was no teasing or mockery at all because of Bai Zhimo's dilemma.

Bai Zhimo nodded and followed Ermao silently. This time he was really embarrassed!

There is nothing to say during the meal!

Bai Zhimo almost swept away the meal he prepared for him, and then hurried back to his room.

On the one hand, it was because he was rushing to come back to practice, but on the other hand, it was also to avoid the embarrassment just now.

Back in his room, Bai Zhimo did not continue to watch the secrets of swordsmanship, nor did he learn about Qionghua. Instead, he closed the doors and windows and came to his bed to sit cross-legged on the Five Hearts toward the Sky.

Bai Zhimo calmed down his mind, and then silently used the Hanpo Art!

The breakthrough of the Cold Soul Art is imperative, and the situation is urgent, so I will start practicing tonight!

When the exercises were activated, Bai Zhimo's body was immediately covered by a ball of white mist, and he immediately felt a little different because he could obviously sense that the effect of his cultivation this time seemed to be beyond expectations.

However, Bai Zhimo was not distracted from the operation of the exercises, but did not pay too much attention, but instead bet his mind into the exercises.

No words all night!

Early the next morning, the white mist around Bai Zhimo crawled into his nose, and then he suddenly opened his eyes, and a light flashed in his eyes.

Bai Zhimo let out a long breath, and this breath was slightly turbid, as if it was an impurity accumulated after he exercised his skills all night.

Bai Zhimo jumped off the bed, stretched his waist first, and immediately a series of crackling sounds came from his body.

Then Bai Zhimo stretched out his palm and silently used the Hanpo Art. A ball of cold air condensed in his palm. The cold air expanded, quickly covering his palms, and even spreading to his elbow.

Bai Zhimo felt that the effect of his cultivation last night seemed to be very good, but he did not expect that the effect would be so good.

Now the diameter of the white mist has exceeded one foot. The results of this night's cultivation are enough to match his previous half month of cultivation...

This, this is simply incredible!

Originally, Bai Zhimo was still hesitating. Will he be able to practice the first level of the Cold Soul Art within a month?

But after one night of practice last night, Bai Zhimo was full of confidence, and he even felt that a month could be shortened to twenty days.

Bai Zhimo stopped practicing the exercises, dissipated the fog around his palm, and then walked out of his room door.

After just having breakfast, Bai Zhimo went straight to Mr. Huo's courtyard.

When he arrived at Mr. Huo's yard, Bai Zhimo found that Mr. Huo had loosened the soil in the vegetable garden in the yard. He was like Fatty Wang yesterday and stood respectfully waiting.

Old Man Huo also ignored Bai Zhimo's arrival as he did yesterday. He slowly loosened the soil, and then turned his eyes to Bai Zhimo.

Bai Zhimo immediately bowed and said respectfully,

"Old Huo, I'm here to answer my order. I wonder what you have to give?"

"The firewood you chopped yesterday was not qualified. It was too thick. I split the firewood in half today!" After saying this, the old man ignored Bai Zhimo and washed his hands and went into the house.

Chopping wood again?

Bai Zhimo's face suddenly broke out. Although he had expected it, he was still very unwilling to accept it after confirming it.

Although he knew that the old man was testing himself, could he change to another method? This chopping firewood is really a boring thing.

However, Bai Zhimo had no capital to bargain. He silently came to the corner of yesterday and sat down, lifting the axe up, which was the same as when he put it down yesterday.

It’s true that Bai Zhimo held the axe again and felt a sense of familiarity for no reason. It seems that his palm has not forgotten the feeling of holding the axe yesterday!

Bai Zhimo did not start chopping firewood immediately. After looking around, he was slightly disappointed. Then he took out half of the firewood from his arms-

Bai Zhimo certainly knew that the two pieces of firewood that Old Man Huo split were treasures, so he put one of the pieces in his arms early on, and did not take out the piece of firewood until he left Old Man Huo's courtyard.

As for Mr. Huo, he didn't remind him, and Bai Zhimo pretended to be confused even more!

Bai Zhimo originally wanted to mix the remaining half of the firewood, but after carefully scanning it, he found helplessly that the half of the firewood was gone, and yesterday he clearly placed it in the most conspicuous position.

As Old Man Huo, ordinary people would not come to his courtyard, and those who entered his courtyard did not dare to take his things casually, so the person who took the piece of firewood was about to come out.

Bai Zhimo knew that the old man must have made his little move, so he took away the remaining half of the firewood.

So, Bai Zhimo had no choice but to take out the half piece of firewood in his arms.

Bai Zhimo held half of the firewood in his hand and carefully observed its texture. At this time, he had a new understanding and insight-

He found that the texture was so harmonious, and the arrangement of each piece of wood fiber was so appropriate, it was simply a masterpiece of the power of heaven and earth.

Bai Zhimo's attention was transferred from the chopping technique to the arrangement of wood fibers, and he was completely immersed in the beauty of the texture.

After a long time, Bai Zhimo finally came to his senses. He looked around with some guilt, as if he should have started preparing to chop firewood!

Bai Zhimo put the firewood into his arms, but at this time, his fingers suddenly touched a hard object.

Of course, Bai Zhimo knew what it was, but a light suddenly flashed in his mind. He put the firewood in his arms and took out the hard object, but it was a book.

Bai Zhimo opened the book impatiently and looked at it carefully, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

It's true, it's true, haha, I get it, haha!

Bai Zhimo felt that he had a new world, but just when he was extremely excited, his hands suddenly disappeared and the book in his hand disappeared.

When Bai Zhimo looked up, he saw Mr. Huo holding the book in his hand.

At this moment, his old face seemed a little strange!
Chapter completed!