Dishan held the Python skin in his hand and carefully examined it for a while, then he slightly frowned.
"Great Prophet, but if there is only one piece of Python skin, I can only make one arrow."
Su Ming smiled and waved his hand.
Before Dishan could see his movements clearly, a small mountain of Python skin appeared in front of him.
Looking at the small hill that appeared in front of him, Dishan opened his mouth, his eyes were a little lost.
After he came back to his senses, the expression on his face was immediately replaced by surprise.
"This! The Great Prophet! Are these the Python skins you found?"
"Aren't there a lot of Swamp Boas in the swamp outside the valley?" Su Ming nodded and asked.
"We've just finished our battle. I've peeled off the Python skin from those Giant Swamp Boas."
Hearing this, Dishan immediately nodded his head in excitement.