Chapter 5: Maybe you can really pass the test

After the cuttlefish left, Li Baiyi put down the iron axe, and then picked up the wooden axe with one hand and held a one-foot-long log with the other.

Taking a deep breath, Li Baiyi aimed the blade of the wooden axe at the plane of the log and slashed it fiercely.

As a result, with a "bang", Li Baiyi's right hand shook suddenly, the log fell to the ground in response, and the wooden axe also slashed on the ground.

He glanced at the plane of the log lying on the ground, and there was only a faint white mark, without the slightest crack!

Turning his head and glancing at the wooden axe blade, a trace of surprise flashed in Li Baiyi's eyes.

Because he found that the blade of the wooden axe had no signs of damage!

This doesn't make sense!

It stands to reason that even if an iron axe is split on top of the iron, the phenomenon of the axe blade curling will occur, and the situation of the curling mouth on the log chopped by this wooden axe should be more serious, and it will even break directly!

But the wooden axe was unscathed!

This doesn't make sense!

Suddenly, Li Baiyi thought of a possibility, the problem appeared on this wooden axe!

He then picked up the wooden axe and sensed it carefully, only to be disappointed to find that his perception, that is, his soul power, could not detect the slightest abnormality when he penetrated into the wooden axe.

It was as if this wooden axe was an ordinary wooden axe.

Shaking his head helplessly, Li Baiyi put down the wooden axe and fell into deep contemplation.

In his mind, he couldn't help but think of the scene of his grandfather Li Gang raising his hand and swinging his sword to cut off the stem of the dead grass.

Could it be that grandpa didn't use the slightest bit of true qi at that time?!

Thinking of this possibility, Li Baiyi's heart was shocked, and at this time he realized how exquisite his grandfather Li Gang's sword was at that time!

If Grandpa is here, maybe I can ask Grandpa how to pass this test.

But now that he is far away from Qingquan Village, and he is in the military camp at this time, it is impossible for him to return to the village.

Thinking of this, Li Baiyi put down the wooden axe, picked up the iron axe and began to chop wood.

As he swung the axe downwards with all his might, the log cracked.

Then Li Baiyi began to split the second, third, and fourth roots. In this way, Li Baiyi chopped more than a hundred in a row before stopping.

Then he fell back into thought.

He had just chopped wood with an iron axe, and the log was easily split in half.

And as it gradually mastered some skills in chopping wood, the force it used became smaller and smaller.

Thinking of this, Li Baiyi wondered in his heart: "Could it be the reason for the strength?"

Thinking of this, he picked up the iron axe again and swung it down gently, and the log made a "click" and cracked, but it did not completely split in half.

Li Baiyi fell into deep thought again, wondering if he was not in control of his strength or was it not in place, or was the direction of his force not adjusted properly?

Then he put down his axe and observed the pattern of the log plane.

At this time, inside a tent

An old man in a gray robe and white hair stood in the tent, and he looked up at the clearing where the logs were piled up.

I saw that Li Baiyi, who was thinking while chopping wood in the field, raised his eyebrows, and said to himself: "Maybe you can really pass the test." After saying that, he turned his gaze and glanced at a worn-out yellow sheepskin cloth on the shore table, and saw an ancient line of writing on it.

It's just that few people can recognize this line of ancient characters now, but the gray-robed and white-haired old man does.

And it was precisely because of this line of ancient characters that he had to leave the palace and come to this barracks.

"All races are in chaos, and there is not one out of ten.

An ancient curse, once in a thousand years.

The wrath of the gods, flesh and blood.

Survive and perish, abandon the son and break the sky. ”

The gray-robed and white-haired old man looked at the ancient characters on the sheepskin cloth, the gray-robed white-haired old man frowned, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.