The contact between the blade and the log was accompanied by two sounds, and the log was vibrated out by the scimitar, and the scimitar also slashed at the stone, making a "clanging" sound.

Accra secretly wondered: "This is impossible!" He got up and picked up the log that was vibrated by the scimitar, the log was extremely heavy in his hand, and he looked at it carefully in front of him. ”

After sorting out the texture and veins of the log, Accra erected the log in the original way, raised the scimitar high with both hands, and secretly used the Yuan Xuan Force, allowing the Yuan Xuan Force to gather towards his wrist.

Controlling the blade of the knife impartially, he slashed towards the center of the log.

"Click--"

Accra slashed the log in half with a single sword.

However, the split log is not a uniform halve, but a thickness at the bottom and a thin at the top, although the length is the same, but the size is different. Even if you want to modify the firewood that has been split in half, unless you trim it slowly, it is impossible to make the two halves the same with a single knife.

Accra knew that the attempt just now had failed again, his eyes moved slightly, he turned to look at the old man, and saw that he was leaning on the side of the door, motionless, and did not seem to look at Accra at all, Accra had no choice but to turn around and continue to try again.

"Click--"

"Click--"

"Click--"

Accra failed three times in a row, and then Noxus said: "You can't just use brute force like this, the veins of the firewood body itself are bent, and if you go down, even if you have great strength, the blade will change slightly because of the vein texture, so the final size and thickness will be inconsistent." There are two ways you can try, one is to go down with a knife and let the blade follow the texture of the firewood, and the other is to use Yuan Xuanli. ”

"Follow the texture of the firewood, this is easy to say, how can it be so easy to do? It is okay to use the Yuan Xuan Power completely, but I don't have to wait until this pile of firewood is chopped, and my Yuan Xuan Power will be consumed cleanly. Accra was a little angry and said.

In my heart, I am constantly thinking of a way.

He picked up his knife again, carried enough Yuan Xuanli, and slashed towards the firewood.

"Boom--gah!"

As soon as the sound fell, the log-shaped firewood was completely split into two halves by Accra using Yuan Xuan's power, and the cracks were extremely smooth, as if they were finely carved and polished. Accra let out a long sigh of relief, he had succeeded, in the case of using Yuan Xuan Force. He split the log into two halves of the same size.

At the same time, his Yuan Xuan Power also consumed a trace, and after he continued to split hundreds of them in this way, his Yuan Xuan Power was finally exhausted, and after slashing again, the blade of the knife deviated again, and the round wood that was split became inconsistent in size.

He was sweating profusely, his lips were white, and he was slumped to the ground, gasping for breath.

An hour, after Accra chopped in this way for an hour, his Yuan Xuan power was completely consumed, and at this time, the firewood had only been chopped by less than a third.

At this time, the old man in the distance said leisurely: "Stupid, stupid!"

After saying two stupid words in a row, the old man got up leisurely, and was about to turn around and walk inside.

Accra was not angry when he heard the old man say that he was stupid, so he immediately got up, walked quickly to the old man, hugged his fists and said, "Uncle Huo, please give me advice!"

Uncle Huo turned his head to look at Accra, who was sweating profusely and his lips were a little purple, and then saw him clasping his fists, bowing slightly, and sighed and said: "You are not too stupid, you know how to look at the texture of the firewood body first, but you don't know how to make the blade conform to the texture of the firewood! Okay, I'll teach you once! Look, I'll only practice once!"

After Uncle Huo finished speaking, he walked over, and Accra looked up and turned around, following closely behind. Uncle Huo picked up the scimitar that had fallen on the ground, selected a log with extremely complex textures and veins, erected it, and placed one end of the firewood in the center of the palm of his left hand.

Holding the knife in his right hand, he said, "Look at it!" After speaking, he gently raised the knife above his head, and slowly chopped towards the firewood in the center of the palm of his right hand. His movements were light and weak, but the moment the blade made contact with the wood, Accra could see clearly.

The moment the blade came into contact with the firewood, the scimitar in his hand changed its direction slightly, and after the blade sank into it, he changed the force again to change the direction of the blade to conform to the texture of the firewood.

"Click--"

There was a long sound when the blade came into contact with the wood.

The round wood was then neatly split into two halves of the exact same size, without the blade making any contact with his palm.

Yes, that's right, two halves of exactly the same size, even if there are slight differences, but they are completely unrecognizable to the naked eye.

All of this was done between lightning and flint, and if Accra hadn't looked closely, it would have been impossible to discover the details of Uncle Fire's movements. The old man's seemingly random knife could actually achieve such an effect, and Accra's heart was already horrified.

Noxus was right, the old man just now just followed the pattern of the firewood, changed the direction of the blade, and with the final blow, completely split the log into two halves of exactly the same size.

When the old man had done all this, he turned and left. Accra clenched his fists again and said, "Thank you, Uncle Huo!"

The old man did not look back, and walked towards the inner room.

Accra squatted on the ground, closed his eyes, and secretly recalled the knife technique used by the old man just now. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, he opened them quickly, got up and picked up the scimitar, found a piece of firewood, and slashed it down according to the old man's way before.

"Click--"

The firewood was split in half in its entirety.

Accra was overjoyed that he had succeeded, and according to the method taught by the old man, he succeeded in one attempt. Although there is still a huge gap between the texture and the old man, according to the old man's way, Accra succeeded.

At this time, the corners of the old man's mouth in the inner room moved slightly, revealing a faint arc, nodded slightly, and said to himself: "This son is transcendent!"

After one success, Accra painted the gourd in the same way, and in the same way, it took an hour to chop all the remaining firewood.

Accra let out a long sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and at this time his arms were already faintly numb, squatted on the ground, closed his eyes, and began to enter meditation to cultivate, recovering the original lost Yuan Xuan power.

An hour later, Accra got up, walked to the door, and said, "Uncle Huo, I've finished chopping all the firewood, what are you going to do next?"

After Accra finished speaking, a scimitar that was twice as large as the original scimitar flew out of the inner room, and Accra reached out to take it, and the scimitar was extremely heavy, more than twice the size of the previous scimitar.

At this time, the old man said: "Use this scimitar to decompose the firewood again, and the requirements are the same as before!"

Accra was stunned, this scimitar was more than twice as heavy as before, and now it was necessary to use it to break down half of the firewood that was half smaller than the previous firewood, which was more than twice as difficult as before. Although Accra was puzzled, he did not refuse, and said, "Yes, Uncle Huo!"