As if he was thirsty, Qiao Yu quickly sipped his milk and wrapped himself tightly.

Huanong didn't pay attention to her little move. It can be said that he had paid attention and had no intention.

"You still understand ancient methods of making."

His voice was a bit hoarse, as if it was burning with a fire, but it didn't matter.

Qiao Yu nodded.

"If it is made by ancient methods, it has to be divided into schools. I am not very familiar with the Sichuan Gang."

"You still know the genre?"

If he was surprised by the way he was just now, then speaking the word "genre" shocked him!

"I prefer the Zhangjiao, and there is also a camphor knife passed down by Lei Gong."

This sentence is a little bit showing off.

"What! You have Thunder God's sword!"

Huanong's voice suddenly rose several feet high and he stood up!

You should know that Zhangbang emphasizes knife skills. The medicinal materials are as thin as paper, can be blown, have a uniform cross-section, and are beautiful in shape.

Especially the camphor knife.

A good camphor knife is hard to come by.

Not to mention the sword that fabricated the ancestor Lei Gong.

It's different from other knives.
Chapter completed!