Chapter 1602: Really mean

"Young Master Dragon God, so what... I was really sorry just now, and I asked Young Master Dragon God to get a prescription 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, and his heart was absolutely unwilling.

"You are really a scumbag. I wanted to go in and have a look just now. You didn't want to give it. You insisted on asking me to come in. I have never seen someone as cheap as you." Feng Wuchen looked human and animal. Hurt smile.

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

Ximen Fan Jian was speechless, and 10,000 grass mud horses galloped past in his heart. He only felt a strong sense of humiliation, full of anger, and his face flushed. He wanted to kill everyone in the Dragon Temple, but he couldn't attack now.

Outside the temple, all the members of the Simon family were full of anger, like angry beasts.

"what......"

In the hall, Ximen Xuanzi's screams made Ximen Fan Jian anxious, and if he were not happy, Ximen Changkong and the other two elders would be severely injured by the early fire.

Holding back the anger in his heart, Ximen Fan Jian pleaded again: "Young Master Dragon God, I am wrong, blame me for being cheap, and ask Young Master Dragon God to move to help Patriarch suppress the cold poison."

"I have a small problem. I never ask for help. I don't like other people begging me. I hate that feeling." Feng Wuchen spread his hands indifferently.

As soon as this remark came out, Simon Fan Jian almost fainted.

Don't like others asking? Still have this argument?

Outside the hall, the experts from the Ximen family were almost vomiting blood from anger.

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

But Ximen Fan Jian has nothing to do, after all, he still needs to be free from the wind.

For a moment, Ximen Fan Jian stood on the spot like a fool, embarrassed, and he felt like it was the Dragon Temple rather than the Ximen family.

"Well, you kneel down for me, don't beg me, I promise to go in." Feng Wuchen suddenly said.

"What? Kneel down for you?" Ximen Fan Jian felt that he had heard it wrong, and Feng Wuchen actually let him kneel down in front of so many people in the Ximen family?

Ximen Fan Jian is one of the geniuses of the Ximen family. He has a distinguished status. Apart from kneeling for Xuanzi Ximen, he has never kneeled anyone, even his father.

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

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

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

Ximen Fan Jian couldn't bear it, and immediately pointed at Feng Wuchen and roared, his face was hideous and murderous, as if he was about to swallow Feng Wuchen alive.

"what......"

As soon as his mind moved, Feng Wuchen once again caused Ximen Xuanzi's fire poison, and the screams from the hall were obviously stronger.

"Have you heard? Your Patriarch may not 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 Patriarch Ximen has already been fired. Poison swallowing is dead, you want to kneel down or order to kill the dragon against the sky, you choose." Feng Wuchen said that he was not salty, and he didn't care about it.

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

"Time is running out." Feng Wuchen gave a sluggish smile, and everyone in the Dragon Temple was gloating.

Ximen Fanjian gritted his teeth and opened his teeth, his face twitched violently, but in the end he was completely depressed, and he knelt down to Feng Wuchen reluctantly, shaking his whole body.

"A little sincere, okay?" Feng Wuchen said with an unhappy expression.

"I implore the Young Master Dragon God to move and help the Patriarch suppress the fire poison!" Ximen Fan Jian respectfully said. When he said these words, he had the heart to die.

"Although I don't like people begging me very much, for the sake of your sincerity, I reluctantly go in and take a look." Feng Wuchen smiled indifferently.

Ximen Fan Jian resisted the anger that ran away at any time, and the humiliation became stronger and stronger, assaulting his forehead like a flash flood.

From beginning to end, Ximen Fan Jian was madly restraining, after all, Ximen Xuanzi's fire poison had to rely on wind and dust.

Seeing Feng Wuchen entering the hall, Ximen Changkong and 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 quickly pleaded.

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

"The fire poison of Patriarch Ximen has already been poisoned. It is not easy to suppress fire poison." Feng Wuchen shook his head.

"Young Master Dragon God can't help it?" Ximen Changkong asked disappointedly, stunned on the spot.

"Of course there is a way, but..." Feng Wuchen said only half of his words, and immediately thundered the high level in the hall.

"Just what?" Ximen Changkong asked quickly.

"It's just that fire poison will strike at any time, and my pill will not be able to eradicate fire poison." Feng Wuchen shook his head, then took out a prepared pill and handed it to Ximen Changkong.

The surface of the pill was filled with enveloping aura, exuding an aura of extreme cold.

Take the pill to suppress fire poison with you?

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

The senior executives of the Ximen family looked at Ximen Xuanzi nervously, no one knew whether Feng Wuchen's pill was effective.

In the next moment, they realized that they were worrying too much.

The pill entered his throat, and Ximen Xuanzi's fire poison was quickly suppressed, which can be said to have an immediate effect.

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

The torture of fire and poison is as horrible.

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

"Thank you, Young Master Longshen, for helping me." Ximen Xuanzi quickly clasped his fists to thank him, but he didn't think so in his mind.

"Great! Great! Patriarch's fire poison has been suppressed!" Ximen Changkong let out a long sigh of relief, completely relieved.

The senior executives of the Simon family were also relieved.

But just when they were rejoicing, Feng Wuchen poured cold water down again.

"Don't be too happy, the fire poison of Patriarch Ximen has already attacked your heart. I don't know how long my medicine can suppress it. Fire poison may occur at any time. Patriarch Ximen, leave." Feng Wuchen shook his head and turned to leave. Main hall.

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

Everyone in the Ximen family was stunned!

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

Ximen Xuanzi had a poisonous attack, and Feng Wuchen actually tried to rescue him, so sure his mind was not kicked by the donkey?

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