Su Sheng was shocked, "Could it be that the fruits you ate had no seeds? That shouldn't be the case; they were all picked from the same tree, so why is there such a big difference?"
Wu Zhenglin promptly sat down cross-legged, Tang Shaoquan did not lag behind, and Old Master Ma followed suit. All three could be called masters of the Martial Dao, and in no time, they felt the power of the fruit.
Only then did they realize what Su Sheng had said about the Ancient Clans' fruit used for Body Refinement was not an exaggeration at all. Their internal organs were clearly shaken, but fortunately, the medicinal effect was mild, otherwise, they would have definitely vomited blood.
"I am now going to apply the needles to let the medicinal effect fully penetrate your limbs and bones and to be quickly absorbed," he said.
As he spoke, he threw out three Silver Needles, piercing the chests of the three men, and then he slapped each of their backs, infusing his Vigorous Qi into them.
