Fang ping and the others talked and laughed.
In fact, Qin Fengqing was about to curse. After a few jokes, he cursed in a low voice,"Give me some healing pills!"
Fang ping ignored him. He looked at Wang Jinyang and said,"Using his own body to forge a saber, does that mean that he's using a certain part of his body as a weapon to forge?"
"Yes."
"He's forging a head, right?"
"Yes,"
"He didn't hone his skull. If he wants to strengthen his head ... He'll have to hit his head against steel every day. That's the most suitable forging method, right?"
"More or less."
Fang ping understood."No wonder. I was wondering why his brain was getting stupider and stupider. So that's the reason. This is the root of it!"
Qin Fengqing's face was dark. He gritted his teeth and said,""I hit a steel wall, you're not convinced?"
Come to think of it ... Fang ping was right, this guy thought a lot.
