The qi flows through the Ren Meridian, reaching the Baihui Acupoint.
Fat Wang and Lu Buping's spiritual energy tumbled within them, and soon strands of white mist emerged from the tops of their heads.
Long Fei chose the right moment and inserted a needle into their Baihui acupoints.
When they would break through was up to their destiny.
After all, it took Lin Yingying and the others less than five or six seconds.
The two men's brows twitched, and after a dozen seconds, there was still no movement from their Baihui acupoints.
Long Fei sighed, realizing it would not be so smooth after all.
Talent varies, so do constitutions.
Everyone is different; although not impossible, few manage to catch up through sheer effort.
Long Fei turned around and smiled at Zhang Xuan'er and the others, "Your turn."
They were already feeling uneasy, wondering whether they should take off their clothes.
His sudden remark startled them both, making them shiver as if they were thieves.
