Chapter 1602



"Young Master Dragon God, what... I'm really sorry just now, but I also asked Young Master Dragon God to get a recipe for the Patriarch to suppress the fire poison."

After being scolded by Ximen Changkong, Ximen Fan Jian ran out in a hurry, looking at Feng Wuchen with a pleading expression on his face, absolutely unwilling in his heart.

"You are really cheap. I just wanted to go in and have a look just now, but you didn't give it. You insisted on begging me to go in. I have never seen someone as cheap as you." Harmful smile.

"Haha!" Everyone in the Dragon Temple laughed in revenge.

Ximen Fan Jian was speechless. Ten thousand grass and mud horses rushed past in his heart. He only felt a strong sense of humiliation. He was full of anger and his face was flushed.

The people of the Ximen family outside the hall were full of anger, like furious beasts.

"what......"

In the main hall, Ximen Xuanzi's screams made Ximen Fan Jian anxious. If they were not quicker, Ximen Changkong and the other two elders would definitely be severely injured by fire and poison.

Resisting the anger in his heart, Ximen Fan Jian pleaded again: "Young Master Dragon God, it's all my fault, blame me for being cheap, and also ask Young Master Dragon God to move and help the master to suppress the cold poison."

"As a person, I have a small problem. I never ask for help, and I don't like others to ask me. I hate that feeling." Feng Wuchen spread his hands indifferently.

As soon as these words came out, Ximen Fan Jian almost fainted.

Don't like being asked by others? And this statement?

The powerful Ximen family outside the hall were almost not so angry that they vomited blood.

Obviously, Feng Wuchen is deliberately making things difficult for them.

But Ximen Fan Jian had nothing to do, after all, he still had to ask Feng Wuchen.

For a time, Ximen Fan Jian stood there like a fool, extremely embarrassed, as if this was the Dragon God Temple and not the Ximen Family.

"Let's go, kneel down for me, and I'll agree to go in without begging me." Feng Wuchen said suddenly.

"What? Kneel down for you?" Ximen Fan Jian felt that he had heard it wrong, and Feng Wuchen actually asked him to kneel before so many people from the Ximen family?

Ximen Fan Jian is one of the geniuses of the Ximen family, with a distinguished status. Apart from kneeling for Ximen Xuanzi, he has never kneeled to anyone, not even his father.

Now let him kneel to Feng Wuchen, this is simply a great shame!

"Forget it if you don't want to." Feng Wuchen shrugged.

"Feng Ying! You are too small! Don't forget that Long Nitian is still in our hands! If you don't help the Patriarch to suppress the fire poison, I will order to kill Long Nitian now!"

Ximen Fan Jian couldn't bear it any longer, and immediately pointed at Feng Wuchen and roared, his face was ferocious, his murderous aura shot up to the sky, and he looked like he was going to swallow Feng Wuchen alive.

"what......"

With a thought, Feng Wuchen once again triggered Ximen Xuanzi's fire poison, and the screams from the hall were obviously a bit stronger.

"Did you hear that? I'm afraid your Patriarch won't last long. With the cultivation of the three elders of the Ximen Family, you can't suppress the fire poison of the Divine Inscription Master. When you kill Long Nitian, the Ximen Patriarch will already be caught in the fire. The poison is swallowed up and dead, do you want to kneel down or order to kill the dragon against the sky, you choose." Feng Wuchen said indifferently, without caring.

"You!" Ximen Fan Jian was so angry that his internal organs shifted, and Ximen Xuanzi's screams made him even more anxious.

"There's not much time." Feng Wuchen had a flat smile on his face, and everyone in the Dragon Temple was full of schadenfreude.

Ximen Fan Jian gritted his teeth, his face twitched violently, but in the end he was completely sluggish, and extremely reluctantly knelt down to Feng Wuchen, his body trembling from his knees.

"A little sincerity, okay?" Feng Wuchen said with a displeased expression.

"I implore the young master of the Dragon God to move away and help the master to suppress the fire poison!" Ximen Fan Jian respectfully said, when he said these words, he wanted to die.

"Although I don't like people begging me, but for the sake of your sincerity, I will reluctantly go in and have a look." Feng Wuchen smiled lightly.

Ximen Fan Jian resisted the anger that ran wild at any time, and the humiliation became more and more intense, and it rushed into his forehead like a torrent.

From the beginning to the end, Ximen Fan Jian was insanely restrained. After all, Ximen Xuanzi's fire poison had to rely on Feng Wuchen.

Seeing Feng Wuchen entering the hall, Ximen Zhangkong and the others were overjoyed.

"Young Master Dragon God, you are in the realm of gods, and your soul power is superb. Please suppress the fire poison for the Patriarch!" Ximen Changkong hurriedly pleaded.

Feng Wuchen looked at Ximen Xuanzi coldly, no one knew what he was thinking.

"The fire poison of Ximen Patriarch has already attacked his heart, and it is not easy to suppress the fire poison." Feng Wuchen shook his head.

"Young Master Dragon God can't do anything?" Ximen Zhangkong asked disappointedly, stunned on the spot.

"Of course there is a way, but..." Feng Wuchen only said half of what he said, and immediately made the high-level people in the hall jump into a rage.

"Just what?" Ximen Changkong asked quickly.

"It's just that the fire poison will strike at any time, and my medicinal pills are also powerless to eradicate the fire poison." Feng Wuchen shook his head and said, then took out a prepared medicinal pill and handed it to Ximen Changkong.

The surface of the medicinal pill was filled with a dense breath, exuding an extremely cold breath.

Carry the medicine pill that suppresses fire poison with you?

Ximen Changkong frowned deeply, but he didn't think much about it, and quickly swallowed Ximen Xuanzi, who was screaming in pain.

The senior members of the Ximen family looked at Ximen Xuanzi nervously, and no one knew whether Feng Wuchen's medicinal pill would work.

The next moment, they realized that they were overthinking.

Once the medicinal pill entered his throat, Ximen Xuanzi's fire poison was quickly suppressed, which could be said to have an immediate effect.

The fire poison disappeared, and Ximen Xuanzi lay completely collapsed on the floor of the hall, his face was pale, as if he was several decades old, extremely haggard.

The torture of fire poison is so terrifying.

"The fire poison is suppressed! Grandpa!" Ximen Qing was the first to rush up and helped the weak Ximen Xuanzi up.

"Many thanks to Young Master Dragon God for helping." Ximen Xuanzi quickly clenched his fists and expressed his thanks, but he didn't think so.

"Great! Great! The Patriarch's fire poison has been suppressed!" Ximen Zhangkong breathed a sigh of relief and was completely relieved.

The senior management of the Ximen family also breathed a sigh of relief.

But just when they were happy, Feng Wuchen poured a basin of cold water down again.

"Don't be too happy, Patriarch Ximen's fire poison has already attacked his heart, and I don't know how long I can suppress it. The fire poison may attack at any time. Patriarch Ximen, leave." Feng Wuchen shook his head and said, turning to leave main hall.

Everyone in the Dragon Temple also left with Feng Wuchen, leaving everyone in the Ximen family at a loss.

Everyone in the Ximen family is full of stunned expressions!

Feng Wuchen brought everyone in the Dragon Temple to come, is it really a guest? Regardless of whether Long Nitian lives or dies?

Ximen Xuanzi's fire poison attacked, Feng Wuchen actually rescued him, is he sure he wasn't kicked by the donkey?

Huge question marks appeared in the minds of everyone in the Simon family.
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