Safeng sat down next to him.

"This is a mental attack and a cross-level pressure, which can only be achieved by 2S or above.

"So don't fight with people who are much taller than you. You won't get the upper hand."

Ye Feng smiled: "It turns out to be so useful."

"You will definitely be able to reach 2S in the future."

Safeng has no doubt about this because Ye Feng has this characteristic.

He pointed at Ye Feng's arm again: "Let me take a look at the injury first."

"Much better."

Ye Feng shook his arm and felt it: "It doesn't hurt much anymore."

But he still unzipped his chest and casually pulled out his left arm.

Ye Feng felt disgusted by the white and tender thin arms again.

He slapped it twice.

"The muscles are too loose, no, the bones are too thin, no, I need more training!"

He frowned and said no twice, it was far from what he wanted.

"I don't think it stopped you from being violent."

Safeng pulled his left arm and rudely untied the messy things he had tied up.

I've disliked it for a long time.

The wound inside has indeed healed so much that even the flesh is growing flat.

Safeng paused, this was definitely unusual.

Even the highest quality potion cannot achieve this effect.

This repair speed was simply unbelievable, he had never seen it before.

"That's true. This little body is much more durable than I thought. It really didn't cause any problems."

Ye Feng kept staring at the wound and didn't notice Sa Feng's abnormality. He just admired him sincerely.

“Also, your potion is truly miraculous. It can bring back the dead to life, or even turn bones into flesh and bones.

"This is just number 3, what effect will number 9 have?"