Chapter 1595



Kindly came to expel Qi Moyang from the cold poison, but was mocked and slandered by three arrogant and arrogant pharmacists.

If it wasn't for Baihun and Qi Tianren's face, Feng Wuchen would have left sooner.

"Stinky boy! Don't be too happy! Do you really think you can expel the old pavilion master's cold poison?" Yang Lao gritted his teeth and said angrily, his face full of dissatisfaction.

"How about we make a bet? If I can't cure the old pavilion master's cold poison, or if there is still a trace of it, even if I lose, what you want to do with me is up to you. If you lose, take away the precious medicinal materials on your body. Hand over it all, dare to gamble?" Feng Wuchen asked back.

Seeing that Feng Wuchen was so confident, Yang Lao frowned and said: "The cold poison of the old pavilion master is extraordinary, not to mention the cold poison of the thousand-year-old ice flame, the three of us have exhausted all kinds of cold poison to no avail, this kid. It is impossible to cure the cold poison, but he said that if there is a trace of it, he will lose, is he so confident?"

"Just bet, I'm afraid you won't succeed?" Before Old Man Yang opened his mouth, an old man shouted angrily.

Feng Wuchen shrugged and said, "Aren't you going to think about it?"

"Old Wang, let Mr. Yang decide." Another pharmacist seemed a little cowardly.

"Just as you said, if there is a trace of cold poison, the old man will kill you!" Yang Lao said gloomily.

"Ge Master Qi, the three elders, you are all blacksmiths, you can check your soul power clearly, you can testify to me." Feng Wuchen smiled lightly.

"Yes! Lord Feng!" Qi Tianren nodded respectfully.

"Master Feng?" Yang Lao frowned slightly, as if he had only realized it now, but he didn't think much about it.

It is impossible for Yang Lao to think of Feng Wuchen, after all, this is the Shura Region.

Slowly turning around, Feng Wuchen said with a faint smile: "Old Pavilion Master, you may feel a little uncomfortable after getting rid of the cold poison. After all, your cold poison has accumulated for decades, and the cold poison is attacking your heart, and your whole body is covered with cold. Poison encroachment, you need to endure the pain with a smile."

"No matter how painful the pain is, it is not as good as the torment of cold poison, little brother, please." Qi Moyang nodded, the three pharmacists were helpless, and he could only believe in Feng Wuchen.

"Pong!"

As soon as the thought moved, the black fire was urged, and a black flame ignited on the palm of the hand, beating like a elf, and filled with a chilling breath.

"Black flames? How could he control such terrifying flames!" Old Yang's eyes suddenly bulged.

"The breath of the flame is actually cold! What kind of fire is this?" Wang Lao looked stunned and frightened.

"What a terrifying flame! I have never seen a black flame before!" Qi Tianren and the three elders were full of astonishment and curiosity.

Qi Moyang stared at the black flame in horror and asked, "Little brother, what kind of flame are you?"

"This is an ancient flame, very domineering, but with the cultivation of the old pavilion master, it should be able to withstand a little." Feng Wuchen said with a light smile.

bear some?

Is Wuhuo really so terrifying?

You must know that Qi Moyang is the cultivation base of the second-level heavenly emperor. Although he is tortured by the cold poison, a ray of black flame can't cause harm to Qi Moyang, right?

The three elders of Yang obviously did not believe it, and their old faces showed disdain.

On the contrary, Qi Tianren and the others firmly believed because they knew Feng Wuchen's identity.

"what!"

Feng Wuchen flicked his fingers, and a ray of black flame penetrated into Qi Moyang's eyebrows in an instant. At that moment, Qi Moyang suddenly screamed.

Wu Huo slowly swam away and began to frantically devour the cold poison in Qi Moyang's body.

"Old Pavilion Master, please bear with me." Feng Wuchen said.

Qi Moyang was in great pain, his pale face twisted violently, and his body trembled.

Just looking at it is scary.

Qi Tianren and the others were all nervous, their palms were sweating, and they all hoped that Feng Wuchen could successfully cure the cold poison.

After a while, Qi Moyang's Tianling Gai began to emit white mist-like gas.

"The cold poison has been eliminated!" Old Yang suddenly exclaimed, stunned.

"What a powerful flame! It can suppress... no! It's to expel the cold!" Wang Lao couldn't help but exclaimed.

"It's amazing! As expected of Master Feng! As soon as you make a move, it will have an immediate effect!" Qi Tianren was very excited.

"There are also some cold poisons that are obviously decreasing rapidly!" Yan Shaokong laughed excitedly.

Wu Huo slowly roamed Qi Moyang's body and limbs, and white mist-like gas was emitting from his whole body. The pain of burning and swallowing made Qi Moyang scream continuously.

The three of Yang Lao had been petrified on the spot, and their faces were shocked.

"The cold poison attacks the heart, the last step is the most painful, the old pavilion master must hold back." Feng Wuchen reminded again.

Qi Moyang nodded while screaming.

"what!"

The severe pain instantly increased several times, and Qi Moyang's screams became more and more tragic.

Fortunately, Wu Huo was domineering enough. In less than three minutes, Wu Huo devoured the cold poison in Qi Moyang's body.

Withdrawing the black fire, the pain disappeared, and Qi Moyang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master Feng, has it been cured?" Qi Tianren asked.

"Of course, the cold poison in the main body of the old pavilion has disappeared!" Feng Wuchen nodded.

"The cold poison has really disappeared! The little brother is really a master!" Qi Moyang's pale old face was shocked and couldn't believe it.

"The cold poison...disappeared..." Old Yang said dumbfounded.

"Thank you, Lord Feng! Thank you Lord Feng!" Qi Shaokong and the three elders thanked each other excitedly.

Qi Tianren respectfully said: "Thank you Lord Feng for saving my father. The life-saving grace cannot be repaid. In the future, if Lord Feng can use the place, even if you tell me, Your Excellency Chen Xi will never refuse!"

"Pavillion Qi is serious. Even if the old pavilion master is a friend of President Bai, he is his own person. You don't need to be polite." Feng Wuchen smiled lightly.

"Thank you Lord Feng for saving your life!" Qi Moyang knelt down on one knee to thank him on the spot.

"The old pavilion master doesn't need to give this great gift." Feng Wuchen hurriedly helped Qi Moyang up.

"Father, the person I invited is the famous god-grade artifact refiner and the god-grade alchemist Master Feng, who is also the master of the Dragon God Temple." Qi Tianren said quickly.

"You...you're that Lord Feng?" Qi Moyang was shocked, his whole body trembled, and immediately knelt down on one knee: "The villain doesn't know the identity of Lord Feng, and I hope Lord Feng forgive me."

The reason why Qi Moyang knelt down so frightened was because he not only knew that Feng Wuchen was Lord Feng, but also knew that Feng Wuchen was the young master of the Dragon God Clan.

"Old Pavilion Master, please get up quickly." Feng Wuchen said with a light smile.

"Feng...Lord Feng..." The three old men were completely panicked, and they knelt down in horror on the spot.

Looking at the three of them, Feng Wuchen smiled and said, "George Qi, they can all testify, you lost."

"Yes yes yes! This storage ring contains all our medicinal materials, please accept it with a smile from Lord Feng!" Old Yang handed the storage ring with trembling hands.

What Feng Wuchen said next completely made them despair.