School belle, be more reserved, I can’t pretend anymore.

When the Qi needles appeared on Qin Changshou's fingertips, everyone's eyes showed surprise.

Among them, the sword master Wuming was even more horrified, because as a sword master, he was naturally a master of swordsmanship. He knew how terrifying it was to condense energy into objects.

For ordinary swordsmen, it is very laborious to condense a gas sword, let alone compress the gas to the size of a silver needle.

Not only that, Wuming also saw little green lights flashing on those Qi needles, and couldn't help being frightened again.

Because it was only then that he discovered that the Qi needles that Qin Changshou had condensed were actually made of spiritual energy.

"Shhhhhh!"

Qin Changshou waved his hands quickly several times, and ten Qi needles flew out from his fingertips.

These Qi needles, which were gathered from spiritual energy, penetrated through the pores on Wuming's arms and quickly repaired his damaged meridians.

At first, Wuming felt a burning pain in his arms, but within three seconds, the burning pain was replaced by a strange numbness.

The expression on Wuming's face gradually softened, and he gradually became more enjoyable, and his eyes almost narrowed into slits.

At this time, Chen Xiaoyi also filled a small glass of water with a disposable cup and stood aside obediently, not daring to make any sound for fear of disturbing Qin Changshou.

"Senior, raise your hand and try it!"

After Qin Changshou stopped his hand, he pressed his palm slightly towards his abdomen and asked calmly.

"this!"

"so fast!"

Sword Master Wuming blinked hard, somewhat in disbelief. At the same time, he also tried to control his hands and found that he had regained consciousness.

Not only that, it seems that he can inject spiritual power into his arms more easily, and it seems that some old problems and hidden injuries in his arms have been cured at once.

"I can move my hands again!"

"And, so fast!"

Wuming's face was filled with excitement, and the spiritual power in his body was running wildly. He was about to condense several air swords into a cup in front of everyone.

"Senior, wait!"

Qin Changshou quickly stopped him and waved Chen Xiaoyi over with a water glass.

"Brother, you want the water!"

Chen Xiaoyi handed the water cup to Qin Changshou, looking forward to his next performance.

Qin Changshou was smiling, holding a water glass in one hand and the small porcelain bottle containing the "Peiyuan Pill" in the other hand.

The mouth of the bottle seemed to be as big as a little finger, but Qin Changshou poured the water in casually.

Just when the small porcelain bottle was filled and about to overflow, Qin Changshou quickly closed the lid and shook it vigorously a few times.

"It's done!"

"Senior, drink the water in this bottle first!"

Qin Changshou handed over the small porcelain vase, and at the same time, a strong fragrance of elixir spread out, making people jaw-dropping.

After Wuming smelled the fragrance of elixir, his expression froze, and he quickly tightened his grip on the small porcelain bottle, fearing that even a little bit of liquid would spill out.

In less than ten seconds, a glass of ordinary water turned into a bottle of spiritual liquid, and it was also spiritual liquid with special effects. This was really shocking.

"Senior, drink it quickly. If the spiritual energy is lost, the effect will not be as good!"

Qin Changshou gave a timely reminder. He was just using the remaining elixir power in the bottle.

This principle is like filling the bottle with water after using up the dishwashing liquid, and it can still be used to wash dishes. It just makes the best use of it and does not waste any of it.

After being reminded, Wuming nodded quickly, took the small porcelain bottle into his mouth, and poured all the spiritual liquid inside into his mouth.

"what!"

Wuming screamed in excitement and almost crushed the small porcelain bottle to burst.