Chapter 1600: Home visit

"Divine Inscription Master?"

Feng Wuchen's eyes lit up and he became clear in an instant, a bright smile appeared on his face, and he excitedly said: "Xiaoxiao is really smart! I forgot about this."

Seeing Feng Wuchen's brilliant and excited smile, everyone looked at each other, confused.

What's all this? I couldn't understand what Ling Xiaoxiao was talking about.

"Xiaoxiao, what kind of master inscription, what exactly is this? Why didn't Grandpa hear it?" Ling Muyun asked in amazement, unable to think of it even after racking his brains.

"Chen'er, you are quick to say what the method is, it will make us anxious!" Xiao Qingqing asked anxiously.

"Teacher, you don't always want to threaten with your soul power? This will kill Dragon Guards." Zhang Junlan was taken aback.

Feng Wuchen shook his head, smiled faintly, and said, "Even if Xuan Zi Ximen is a divine inscription master, even if my soul power is above him, I can't threaten him, but his fire poison must be very terrifying. People feel creepy."

"Huo Po?" Hearing this, everyone suddenly realized!

Feng Wuchen is best at manipulating fire poison!

"Ximen Xuanzi, old fox, it's over." Everyone in the Dragon Temple was feeling pitiful for Ximen Xuanzi, and they seemed to imagine the tragic end of Xuanzi.

The horror of the fire poison, the alchemist and tool refiners present had all seen it with their own eyes, and it was definitely not a pain that ordinary people could bear.

"Who wants to be a guest at the Ximen Family with me?" Looking at everyone, Feng Wuchen asked with a harmless smile.

"I'm going!" Liu Qingyang jumped out first.

"How can I be missing from such a big good thing?" Zhang Junlan stood up second.

"I will go wherever Brother Feng goes!" Ling Xiaoxiao said with a smile.

"I'll go as well!"

"Leader! I'll go too!"

"And I!"

Everyone in the Dragon Temple sounded like chicken blood. They were extremely excited. The wanderer and Xing Feng and other older generations also participated, as if they were going to heaven instead of the family of Simon.

"Unfeeling, go to the Ximen family immediately and tell them that everyone in the Dragon Temple will be a guest at the Ximen family in two hours." Feng Wuchen ordered.

"Yes! Master!" replied unfeelingly and respectfully, and immediately went to the family of Simon.

"I don't care about the old man at the gate of heaven, he will also go to the Ximen family to be a guest!" Bai Mie shouted loudly, and the tone of the word guest increased.

Everyone in the hall immediately retaliated and laughed.

......

Simon family.

The unfeeling flash appeared, it was an instant movement.

"Who is the one coming?" Ximen Fan Jian leaped forward and shouted coldly.

The unfeeling cultivation base had already broken through the Seventh Heaven Emperor Realm, and the aura and coercion spreading from his body was terrifying, and Ximen Fan Jian did not dare to neglect.

But when he saw the incoming person clearly, he couldn't help being surprised: "The head of the eighteen emperors is unfeeling?"

"Tell Ximen Xuanzi that two hours later, everyone in the Dragon Temple will come to the Ximen family as a guest!" His unfeeling expressionless expression said, and his body disappeared.

Ximen Fan Jian was stunned on the spot: "Everyone is here as guests?"

Doesn't this mean that the Dragon Temple is at war with the Ximen family?

Thinking of this, Ximen Fan Jian's face changed again, and he flashed back to the hall to report in panic.

"Everyone is here as a guest?" Ximen Changkong looked sluggish, somewhat unable to recover.

"Is this Fengying's brain kicked by a donkey? Don't you know that Long Nitian is in our hands? How dare you even take action against us?" An elder felt that he couldn't figure out a hundred brains for himself.

"Aren't Feng Ying very smart? Why are you stupid this time?" Ximen Qing said with disdain.

"Patriarch, since they are coming to die, why not do it?" Ximen Yunchong sneered, but he also hoped everyone in the Dragon Temple would come to die.

"Patriarch, do you want to notify Young Master Zhu?" Ximen Fan Jian asked worriedly.

Ximen Xuanzi's face was sullen and he did not speak.

But the terrible pressure that broke out in an instant made Simon Fan Jian shudder, and his coldness from the soles of his feet reached the Tianling Gai, and he was scared to shut up immediately.

Xuanzi Ximen would never believe that Feng Wuchen would come to die, let alone that Feng Wuchen was a fool.

Since it is not, it is another conspiracy.

Ximen Xuanzi was suspicious, and he had to think carefully about everything and be cautious.

The more weird things are, the more Ximen Xuanzi takes them seriously, and must not be careless.

Two hours passed in a blink of an eye.

"Family... Patriarch... are here, they are here! Everyone in the Dragon Temple is here, six or seven hundred people!" A Celestial God Realm tribe rushed into the hall to report like a ghost.

The atmosphere in the hall was very heavy, and the solemn murderous aura made people feel deeply frightened.

The expressions of Xuanzi Xuanzi and the three elders were very solemn, and they had clearly noticed the mighty power of the Dragon Temple.

"The strength of the Dragon Temple has been raised to such a terrifying level!" Ximen Changkong frowned deeply, never knowing that the Dragon Temple had such a powerful strength.

In a short while, the Dragon Temple army pressed the territory.

"Welcome!" Ximen Xuanzi said solemnly, and took the lead out of the hall, followed by everyone behind, as if they were approaching an enemy.

Thousands of people from the Ximen family came together, and the strong are like clouds, showing the strength of the Ximen family.

Definitely not the supernatural strength of the heavens can be compared.

"Young Master is here! There are so many people here, is this going to start a war?" In the death jail of the Ximen family, Long Nitian suddenly opened his eyes and sensed the breath of the people in the Dragon Temple.

This is too much to play, right? Say war starts?

This is Feng Wuchen he knows?

"Patriarch Ximen, today I am here at the Dragon Temple to be a guest of the Ximen family. I wonder if it is sincere enough?" Feng Wuchen squinted his eyes and smiled lightly.

"The arrival of the young master of Dragon God is the honor of the Simon family." Ximen Xuanzi smiled lightly, neither humble nor overbearing, without fear on his face.

With Long Guarding as a bargaining chip, Ximen Xuanzi is full of confidence, but he also wants to see what Feng Wuchen wants to do.

"Patriarch Ximen, your palace has to be rebuilt. There are so many people in my Dragon Temple, I'm afraid it's not easy to arrange?" Feng Wuchen asked with a smile.

"The palace is small, but it can accommodate thousands of people." Ximen Xuanzi said with a smile.

"If I had ten thousand people?" Feng Wuchen's smile on his face became brighter.

Ten thousand people?

As soon as Feng Wuchen said these words, the complexions of the people of the Ximen family suddenly changed, and they all showed awe.

If there are tens of thousands of people in the Dragon God Temple, wouldn't it be a matter of minutes for the Ximen family to bloodbath?

Ximen Xuanzi's old face was obviously a little surprised, even a little sluggish.

"Don't worry, it's just a joke." Feng Wuchen said with a smile.

Ximen Xuanzi and all the high-level officials almost didn't spray any blood on the wall, making their faces green with anger.

Holding back the monstrous anger in his heart, Ximen Xuanzi smiled indifferently: "Young Master Dragon God is better off straight to the point, don't go around in circles."