In other words, Bai Zhimo finally saw the mysterious third-order blood kitchen that had been blown into the sky by him in Wang Fatzi's mouth-Old Man Huo.

But now that he saw the real person, he couldn't help but be a little surprised and disappointed, because the image of this old man was really much beyond his expectations-

This old man is like an old farmer, the heavy burden of farm work has bent his back, and the age has made him weaker, and he seems to be on the verge of life!

Maybe one day in the near future, when he is loosening the soil in the vegetable patch, he will suddenly fall to the ground and end his difficult life......

Bai Zhimo's heart couldn't help but have such a passage.

However, he immediately threw away these messy thoughts, because how could a person who could enjoy a separate courtyard in the City Lord's Mansion and grow vegetables leisurely in it be a 'senior old farmer'!

After waiting for half an hour, the old man finally loosened the soil of the vegetable patch, and he moved slowly out of the vegetable patch, his back still stiff, and his head raised, but only slightly above his waist.

This posture, Bai Zhimo was tired and panicked for him, and at this time, he finally saw the old man's face clearly, this is a face that is too old to look good.

Fauber's face is old enough, but this one is even a little more so, and even if someone says that this old man is Fauber's father, I am afraid that a considerable number of people will believe it.

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

The fat man had already taken advantage of his hand washing and walked over, with a bright and greasy smile on his face,

"Huo Lao, are you okay today, we haven't seen each other for a while!"

"You haven't seen you for a while? We seem to have only met three days ago, right? You came to me to make blood food, and it's a Sequence 3 divine blood creature, I can't do anything but refuse!"

Old man Huo's voice was a little hoarse, definitely not good, and even a little harsh, but there was a trace of the vicissitudes and etherealism after the insight into the world.

was choked stiffly by Old Man Huo, and there was a rare trace of embarrassment on Fat Wang's face, but his skin was thick enough, and that trace of embarrassment was quickly drowned in a greasy smile.

"Ahem, cough, Huo Lao, 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!"

"That's what you say every time, but this is the result, hum ......"

Old man Huo had already washed his hands at this time, and he finally set his eyes on Bai Zhimo, which was his first real examination of Bai Zhimo.

Glanced by Old Man Huo's gaze, Bai Zhimo actually felt a chill on his body, as if with his gaze, the clothes on his body were stripped off one by one.

Old Man Huo's eyes were definitely not bright, and they were even a little cloudy, but it was these cloudy eyes that made him feel like he had nothing to hide.

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

After a full dozen breaths, Old Man Huo withdrew his gaze from Bai Zhimo's body, and his indifferent voice sounded.

Wang Fatzi was not surprised at all by Old Man Huo's reaction, because this reaction did not seem to be any different from before, as for the old man's blunt attitude and unpleasant way of speaking, he had already experienced it.

Therefore, the smile on his face did not change, first he arched his hand to Old Man Huo, and then patted Bai Zhimo's shoulder beside him, and turned around directly and walked out of the small courtyard.

Bai Zhimo was a little embarrassed, and it could be completely seen from the two sentences just now that this old man Huo was definitely not a good person to get along with, but who let himself ask him now!

"Alright, don't be stunned, come to me here!"

Old man Huo had already come to a clearing in the courtyard at this time, and there was a pile of firewood that had not yet been chopped.

He sat on the wooden bench on the side, stretched out his hand and put a round piece of firewood on the wooden pier in front of him, and when Bai Zhimo came closer, he pointed to the firewood and said slowly,

"See this firewood, right?"

Bai Zhimo nodded silently, but he really couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in this old man's gourd, how could he not see such an obvious thing?

Old man Huo didn't pay attention to Bai Zhimo's reaction at all, he didn't even raise his head, but continued to say to himself,

"You see, although this wood is round and complete, there is not the slightest gap in it, but it is composed of very small wood fibers, and there are textures between the fibers that cannot be recognized by the naked eye......"

Bai Zhimo still couldn't understand Old Man Huo's words, what was this trying to do? It sounded very profound, but did this have anything to do with Blood Kitchen?

"Therefore, if you understand the texture, you can ...... it with only a small amount of power."

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

Click-

The firewood snapped in half!

Bai Zhimo's gaze, which was originally a little disapproving, suddenly condensed at this time, his eyes widened, what the fuck did I see just now? Is this true or fake?

Chopping firewood with bare hands?

Deceptive, right?

Bai Zhimo blinked, his face was full of incredulity, for a powerful sequencer, it shouldn't be a problem to break or even break this firewood, but-

Splitting the firewood with bare hands does not seem to be an easy task.

At least for Bai Zhimo, he couldn't do it, this bowl of firewood with a thick mouth was hard to break with his strength, and if he wanted to split the firewood like this old man, it would be even more impossible!

This old man's sequence level is definitely higher than Bai Zhimo's, but his current state of being able to be blown down by a gust of wind is trembling when he takes firewood, and how much of his strength can be exerted is really debatable.

Moreover, Bai Zhimo had been staring at him just now, and he didn't feel the blood fluctuations on the old man's body at all.

That is to say, what this old man used just now was only a normal, very 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 use an axe so neatly!

"Do you see clearly?"

The old man stood up slowly, he didn't pay attention to the stunned Bai Zhimo at all, and turned back to the house directly, leaving only a fluttering word,

"Chop the rest of the firewood and finish it before dark!"

Yes?!

Bai Zhimo hadn't said a word after entering the courtyard, this old man directly assigned him a task, and didn't ask him what he was doing at all, isn't this a bit too domineering!

And chopping wood with his hands like he did?

Don't be funny, don't say that before tonight, even if he is given a month, he will not be able to finish it, this large pile of firewood, roughly looking at it, should be no less than two hundred.

Moreover, this bowl of firewood, with Bai Zhimo's experience, it is not possible to split it in half, but it can barely make up for four halves, and it takes three knives to split it into four halves!

More than two hundred, that's six or seven hundred knives, thinking about this number, Bai Zhimo felt that his eyes were black, how could this be done?

Bai Zhimo already seriously suspected that this old man did not accept himself at all, and he expressed his rejection in this way, wanting to make himself retreat.

Is this a rejection in disguise?

"What are you doing in a daze?

Old man Huo had already walked to the door of the room, leaned on the door frame and turned around and shouted at Bai Zhimo.

"It's impossible!"

Bai Zhimo couldn't help blurting out, and there was some resentment in his tone, giving himself an impossible task, which made it clear that he was embarrassed by himself!

"Of course you can't!"

Old man Huo frowned, and then raised his eyebrows and continued lightly,

"There's an axe over there, hurry up and get to work......"

Axe?

Bai Zhimo turned his head, and sure enough, he saw an axe next to him, this axe was rusty, and it seemed that no one had used it for a long time!

Bai Zhimo stretched out his hand and copied the axe in his hand, the handle was smooth and shiny, as if it had been 'coiled' for a long time, but this axe blade was a little too blunt, this axe blade was not chopping wood, but smashing wood.

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

If there is this axe, it is still possible to fulfill Old Man Huo's request, could it be that he guessed wrong? He didn't mean to embarrass himself, this was just a test for himself?

With a puzzled gaze, Bai Zhimo couldn't see Old Man Huo anymore, and the old man didn't know what to do when he entered the house!

Bai Zhimo sat down, he didn't rush to chop wood, but picked up the two halves of firewood that the old man had split and looked at it carefully!

The piece of wood broke crisply, like a sharp, hair-blowing blade that fell from above it and cleaved along its grain, splitting it in half.

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

Bai Zhimo looked at it for a long time, and the more he looked at it, the more he was amazed, he calculated in his heart how the knife fell, and how he used his force after splitting the firewood.

It's a simple top-down chop, but the knife technique contained in it has reached the point of almost Tao, and this knife slashes precisely along the grain of the wood fiber.

Bai Zhimo was surprised to find that there was not a single broken wood fiber on this section.

Except for amazement and amazement, he had never imagined that the sword technique could be so exquisite.

This skill, no, this should be called a miracle skill!

Bai Zhimo was sighing that Old Man Huo was strong and powerful, but he didn't know that there was also a pair of eyes in the room that were silently watching him, and when he saw Bai Zhimo picking up two pieces of firewood and looking at them carefully, he couldn't help but reveal a trace of approval in his eyes.

This kid has a bit of a brain!

I hope this kid can do it! His body can't last long, and he must find a qualified successor before this, otherwise his own vein will really decline.

Note: If you divide a piece of cake into four pieces, it should be two knives, but if you split the firewood into four pieces, you should need three knives, right? If you think it's wrong, you can bring it up, although I won't change it.