He patted his thigh and said, "Aiya! So this is the true usage of the Blue Flame Silver Needle!"
"I have held this needle for many years and could never figure it out!"
"No wonder this needle never seemed as magical in my hands as it did in my master's."
He walked over quickly.
Not daring to disturb Jiang Fan, his elderly eyes stared unblinkingly at his technique.
This scene.
Yan Yuqing was thoroughly stunned.
It turned out, Jiang Fan wasn't performing a trick.
He was activating the true usage of the Blue Flame Silver Needle!
As the needles formed a formation.
Jiang Fan pressed down with his palm.
The densely packed silver needles, like strands of blue light, all plunged into the disciple's back according to the predetermined formation.
He let out a severe cry of pain.
Several threads of pitch-black poison, like ink, poured out of his limbs and body through the silver needles.
When the poison splattered onto the stone table, it corroded small pits into it.