The invincible villain from Douluo

Chapter 3 You see this dish is a gathering of heroes

Another night passed, and Jack felt that his small body contained the power to bring down the bullies in the village.

However, after the training, Jack felt that the domineering aura in his body was extremely chaotic, and the amount of zhenqi in his dantian and meridians had far exceeded the limit that his age's body could hold.

"I simply slept and meditated, and my qi actually increased so much... It seems that I have to hurry up and ask Tang San to cut carrots with a kitchen knife."

Thinking of this, Jack came to the blacksmith shop that quietly came to San'er's house.

At this time, smoke was rising from the kitchen in Shenghun Village, and most of the villagers had already woken up to prepare breakfast.San'er had obviously finished his morning training, and was cooking a pot of sticky porridge in front of a big iron pot.There are a few blue grasses in the porridge.

Walking into the blacksmith's shop, Tang San was alone at this time, Tang Hao seemed to be drunk and still awake.

"Brother Jack, you are here. The kitchen knife is as heavy as possible according to your requirements. I helped you build it."

It looked like a kitchen knife the size of his palm.Jack didn't suspect that it was a toy kitchen knife, and sometimes what the eyes saw was not necessarily the real one.

Jack took the knife gently.

"Hiss, it's so heavy..." Fortunately, Jack has practiced Wuming Huangshu for two nights, and his muscle density at this time is terrifying, and his strength is similar to that of a strong, ordinary adult.

Even so, the hand holding the kitchen knife trembled slightly.Jack is not very sensitive to weight and has no idea how much this kitchen knife weighs.

"San'er, I'm very satisfied with this kitchen knife...it's big and the size is also very suitable." Jack patted Tang San's shoulder and looked very mature at such a young age.

"Brother Jack, leave a piece for dinner... My dad hasn't woken up yet... I made a pot of porridge, and I can't finish it by myself." Tang San said enthusiastically.

After breakfast, Jack stood with a knife in his hand, chewing the blue silver grass that hadn't been chewed in his mouth, said goodbye to San'er, and walked out of the house.

"Brother Jack, why do you want such a heavy knife? Isn't it a light knife that smells good?"

Not long after Jack left, Tang San stood up vigilantly.

Thinking of this, Tang San used the light body skill Ghost Shadow Mizong to run out quietly, and after a while, the two arrived at an extremely empty place.

In the open space, there is a piece of vegetable pier left after the big tree was cut down.There are also radishes piled up into hills next to it.

"chua chua chua"

Several crisp voices sounded.

"Brother Jack is... chopping carrots." Tang San was a little surprised, with a strong curiosity on his face.

Jack suddenly raised the kitchen knife slowly into the air, his hands didn't tremble at all, and he cut vegetables while squatting.

"???? Your hands don't shake anymore." Tang San saw that Jack was so steady, a question mark instantly appeared on his head.

Jack wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and glanced at the shredded radish piled up next to him.The shredded radish was very uneven in thickness and thickness, and the arms and thighs became very swollen and uncomfortable.

Although the knife in his hand was held firmly, it still made a loud noise when it fell on the vegetable mound.

Jack gradually slowed down.

Compared with before, the speed is not fast.

However, the kitchen knife in my hand has become more stable!

Tang San's eyes gradually turned lavender, and the Purple Demon Eyes looked towards Jack.

Brother Jack was steady at the back, and the strength of each knife was very similar. The kitchen knife had just sliced ​​the radish, but it didn't touch the vegetable pile, and it didn't even make a sound.

This is very scary!
You know, with such a heavy kitchen knife, it is difficult to control the power of cutting radishes every time.

Tang San once forged iron under Tang Hao's teaching, so he naturally understood the difficulties involved. Sometimes cutting vegetables and forging iron are interlinked.

A blacksmith who can't cook is not a good cook.

"Ten...Twenty...Thirty"

Tang San observed very carefully, silently counting the number of times Jack sliced.

Unexpectedly... Thirty times... What the hell... The strength has not changed at all.

Tang San pushed himself and others, probably with the strength of his Xuantian Kungfu, he couldn't guarantee that every time he thumped the iron block on the raging fire, he could control the strength so perfectly, it was incomparably exquisite.

"If the first few knives are trial hands, then starting from No.11, the control of each knives will gradually become consistent"

The more he looked back, the more surprised Tang San was.

If this is the first time Jack has cut a radish, he can cut it so well, which is enough to show that his learning ability and control over the 639 muscles in his body have reached an astonishing level.

"Although there is no sound when cutting radishes, the speed is not as good as the thickness of shredded radishes."

Jack rubbed his swollen and sore shoulder, his eyes flickering.

The method of shredded radish honed Jack's mind, he was neither anxious nor irritable, and at the same time, the control of strength was very similar to the control of true energy.Jack's ability to control this tyrannical Qi has increased a little.

Just now, Jack was so engrossed in cutting carrots that he didn't notice that his every move had fallen into San'er's eyes.

"It seems that 30 consecutive cuts is the limit of Brother Jack. This knife is heavier than his own hammer. Every cut is a huge consumption of the body, let alone [-] consecutive cuts, and the strength of each cut They are all surprisingly similar." Tang San observed carefully.

Jack put the kitchen knife flat and kept rubbing his sore arms and thighs.

Seeing this, Tang San quietly left.

But after Tang San left, Jack continued to pick up the kitchen knife and cut towards the radish on the chopping board.

In the face of death, except for Tang San, no one in this world is as experienced as Jack.So no one is more afraid of death than him.

He is also an extremely lazy person. If he can lie down like a salted fish, he will never get up to practice, but in order to live, he must carry out such training.

When he discovered that insisting on chopping vegetables was actually so beneficial to himself, overcoming and even skillfully using domineering aura.He quietly endured and persisted silently.

As it is said in the Unknown Yellow Book, if true energy is the furnace fire, then Jack is the furnace cauldron. Only by continuously increasing the strength of the furnace cauldron can it accommodate a more violent furnace fire.

Jack gradually discovered that the zhenqi in his body became very violent, and the first layer of the unknown pornographic book could not be broken through, and the zhenqi he got from sleeping every day could not be vented.Gradually overflowing from the body, flowing everywhere.

"I can't go on like this anymore, I'm going to vent it tomorrow."

Jack dragged his exhausted body back to his grandfather's house.

He put the bruise medicine wine that grandpa had been reluctant to use all this time in the cabinet, "Tomorrow, I have to preserve my strength, don't beat San'er to death, after all, he is the only son of his father."

What Jack said to vent, naturally means to find someone to fight, there are not many nearby who can beat him, so Tang San can only work hard!

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