Chapter 1595: Cure cold toxin

Kindly came to get rid of the cold toxin for Qi Moyang, but was mocked and slandered by three arrogant and defiant pharmacists.
If it were not for the face of Bai Hun and Qi Tianren, Feng Wuchen would have left long ago.
"Smelly boy! Don't be too happy! Do you really think you can get rid of the cold toxin of the old pavilion master?" Old Yang gritted his teeth and said with an unconvinced face.
"How about we make a bet? If I can't cure the old pavilion’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. Hand it all over, dare you to gamble?" Feng Wuchen asked back.
Seeing Feng Wuchen so confident, Old Yang frowned and said: "Old Pavilion Master's cold poison is extraordinary, let alone a thousand-year-old ice flame cold poison. The three of us exhausted all kinds of cold things without any effect, 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 gamble, I'm afraid you won't make it?" An old man shouted angrily before Yang Lao spoke.
Feng Wuchen shrugged and said, "Don't you want to consider it?"
"Wang Lao, let Yang Lao decide." The other pharmacist seemed a little confused.
"Just as you said, if there is a trace of cold poison, the old man will kill you!" Old Yang said gloomily.
"Pavilion Master Qi, the three elders, you are all blacksmiths, and your soul power can be checked clearly. You can testify to me." Feng Wuchen smiled lightly.
"Yes! Master Feng!" Qi Tianren nodded respectfully.
"Master Feng?" Old Yang frowned, as if he was only reacting now, but he didn't think much.
Old Yang couldn't think of Feng Wuchen at all, after all, this was the Shura domain.
Turning around slowly, Feng Wuchen smiled and said: "Old Pavilion Master, you may be a little uncomfortable after getting rid of the cold poison. After all, your cold poison has been accumulated for decades. Poisonous occupation requires a smile and pain."
"No matter how painful the pain is, it's not as bad as the torture of cold poison, little brother, please." Qi Moyang nodded, the three pharmacists were helpless, and he could only believe in Feng Wuchen.
"Peng!"
When the mind moved, the black fire urged out, and a black flame ignited on the palm of his hand, beating like an elf, and filled with a breathtaking cold breath.
"Black flame? How can he control such a terrible flame!" Old Yang's eyes suddenly raised.
"The breath of the flame is actually cold! What kind of fire is this?" Wang Lao looked confused and horrified.
"What a terrible flame! I have never seen a black flame!" Qi Tianren and the three elders were all surprised and curious.
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 old pavilion master's cultivation base, it should be able to bear it." Feng Wuchen smiled lightly.
Bear some?
Is Wuhuo so scary?
You know that Qi Moyang is the second heaven emperor's cultivation base. Although tortured by cold poison, a ray of black flame can't harm Qi Moyang, right?
Old Yang and the three obviously didn't believe it, and their old faces showed disdain.
On the contrary, it is Qitian people who firmly believe in it, because they know Feng Wuchen's identity.
"what!"
Feng Wuchen flicked his fingers, and a wisp of black flame penetrated into Qi Moyang's eyebrows. At that moment, Qi Moyang suddenly screamed.
The black fire wandered slowly, and began to frantically devour the cold poison in Qi Moyang's body.
"Old Pavilion Master, bear with me." Feng Wuchen said.
Qi Moyang was in extreme pain, his pale face twisted violently, and his whole body trembled.
Just looking at it is scary.
Qi Tianren and others all looked nervous, and sweat was squeezed out of their palms, hoping that Feng Wuchen could smoothly cure the cold poison.
After a while, Qi Moyang's Tianling Gai had begun to emit white misty gas.
"The cold poison has been eliminated!" Old Yang suddenly exclaimed, dumbfounded.
"What a terrific flame! It can suppress...No! It drives away the cold!" Wang Lao couldn't help but exclaimed.
"It's amazing! As expected of Master Feng! The effect is immediate!" Qi Tianren was extremely excited.
"Some cold poisons are obviously decreasing rapidly!" Qi Shaokong laughed excitedly.
The black fire slowly wandered Qi Moyang's limbs and a hundred skeletal bodies, and white mist-like gas appeared all over his body. The pain of burning and swallowing made Qi Moyang scream constantly.
Old Yang and the three had been petrified on the spot, with shocked faces.
"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 screamed and nodded repeatedly.
"what!"
The intense pain instantly increased several times, and Qi Moyang screamed more and more tragically.
Fortunately, Wuhuo was overbearing. In less than three minutes, Wuhuo had swallowed the cold poison in Qi Moyang's body.
After taking back the black fire and the pain disappeared, 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 really disappeared! The little brother is really an expert!" Qi Moyang looked at it, and his pale old face was so shocked that he couldn't believe it.
"The cold...disappeared..." Old Yang said dumbfounded.
"Thank you Master Feng! Thank you Master Feng!" Qi Shaokong and the three elders thanked again and again with excitement.
Qi Tianren respectfully said: "Thank you, Master Feng, for saving his father, for his life-saving grace, no retribution. In the future, Master Ruofeng will use the place, despite the instructions, Chenxi Pavilion will not refuse!"
"Pavilion Master Qi is serious. Even if the old Pavilion Master is a friend of President Bai, he is also his own, and there is no need to be polite." Feng Wuchen smiled indifferently.
"Thank Master Feng for saving his life!" Qi Moyang knelt down on one knee and thanked him on the spot.
"The old pavilion master doesn't need to give this big gift." Feng Wuchen quickly helped Qi Moyang up.
"Father, the one I invited is the celestial refiner of the gods and the alchemist of the gods, Master Feng, and he is also the Lord of the Dragon Temple." Qi Tianren said quickly.
"You... are you that Master Feng?" Qi Moyang was shocked, shaking his whole body, and immediately knelt down on one knee again: "The villain does not know the identity of Master Feng, and Master Feng, forgive me."
The reason why Qi Moyang knelt in such horror was because he not only knew that Feng Wuchen was Master Feng, but also that Feng Wuchen was the young master of the Dragon God Race.
"Old Pavilion Master please get up soon." Feng Wuchen smiled lightly.
"Feng... Master Feng..." Old Yang and the three were completely panicked, and knelt down in panic on the spot.
Looking at the three of them, Feng Wuchen smiled and said, "Pavilion Master Qi and they can all testify, you lost."
"Yes, yes! This storage ring contains all of our medicinal materials, and Master Feng is pleased to accept it!" Old Yang sent the storage ring with trembling hands.
Feng Wuchen's next words completely made them desperate.