Chapter 2: Evil Dragon God Memory

On the ring, Feng Zhengxiong, Xiao Qingqing and other Feng Clan members panicked.
Feng Wuchen's injuries were very serious. A sword pierced the sea of ​​Qi, and the ring ground was stained red.
"Elder, how is Chen'er's injury?" Xiao Qingqing asked anxiously.
"Take Wuchen back to heal immediately!" Feng Qianyang, the elder of the Feng Family, solemnly said.
"Unreasonable!" Hearing Feng Qianyang's words, Feng Zhengxiong was extremely angry, and his fierce murderous aura broke out without reservation: "Mo Qianshan! If Chen'er cannot survive today, I will definitely not spare you Mo Family!"
"This matter has nothing to do with me. If Patriarch Feng really wants to deal with my Mo family, the old man will be waiting at any time." Patriarch Mo replied lightly, and left without looking back.
Even if Feng Zhengxiong has broken through the nine layers of the Huayuan realm, the Mo family master is not afraid.
"Feng Patriarch, I forgot to tell you that Ling'er's current identity is a student of Tianyan Academy. Let alone the sword that Feng Wuchen stabbed himself, even if Ling'er kills him, you Feng Family can't do anything. Tianyan Academy plus my Huangfu family, if you want to deal with the Mo family, you still have to weigh your own strength." The young man on the ring sneered proudly.
After laughing proudly for a moment, the young man said again: "Do you know what a sixth-grade martial arts spirit represents? I haven't heard that Wushuang City has a genius with a sixth-grade martial arts spirit before, let alone a woman, even in Tianyan Academy, Ling'er Also outstanding."
Abandoning these words proudly, the boy also left.
"Tianyan Academy?" Feng Zhengxiong's expression changed abruptly, but he didn't think much about it, and quickly left with the seriously injured Feng Wuchen.
In contrast, Feng Wuchen's life is more important.
"Has Mo Ling'er been recruited by Tianyan Academy? When did it happen?"
"As expected of Wushuang City's first genius, Mo Linger was recruited by Tianyan Academy!"
"Rank Six Martial Spirit, such a powerful talent, it is strange that Tianyan Academy does not accept it! Mo Linger's future achievements are infinite!"
"With such an amazing talent, I will do the same. With such a powerful talent, there is indeed a better choice. No wonder Mo Ling'er is free from the wind."
The audience was shocked. Such a genius really made everyone in Wushuang City envy and jealous.
Mo Linger's entry into Tianyan Academy means that her status is already higher, and Feng Wuchen is even less qualified to climb high.
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The hall of the Feng Family was silent, and the faces of the seniors were full of worry and anxiety.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Feng Qianyang appeared in the hall, his old face with a touch of sadness and helplessness.
"Elder, how is Chen'er?" Xiao Qingqing asked anxiously, everyone's eyes looking at Feng Qianyang.
Feng Qianyang shook his head helplessly, and said: "Wuchen's injury is too serious, the dantian is damaged, and it has been reduced to the second level of the body refining stage. With the strength of the old man's first-grade alchemist, Wuchen cannot be saved."
"Elder, do you mean Chen'er can't live?" Feng Zhengxiong asked in a panic, looking at Feng Qianyang with his eyes tightly.
"Elder, you must think of a way! You must save Chen'er!" Xiao Qingqing collapsed as soon as she heard it, tears falling down.
Feng Qianyang shook his head again and sighed: "Unless it is made by a third-rank alchemist, where can I find a third-rank alchemist in Wushuang City?"
Hearing this, Feng Zhengxiong sat down in despair. Feng Qianyang's words undoubtedly sentenced Feng Wuchen to death.
"Mo Ling'er!" The eldest son Feng Yuan gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and said angrily: "I definitely can't spare you! If my third brother fails to survive, I will definitely want you to be buried!"
"Elder, is there really no other way?" Xiao Qingqing asked bitterly, even if there was a trace of hope, she was not willing to give up.
"The old man is really helpless, there is not much dust-free time, you can go and see him one last time." Feng Qianyang shook his head again.
Grief and anger filled the hall.
At this moment, Feng Wuchen was still fainted, his breath of life was very weak, and he could die at any time.
However, before long, a magical scene happened!
The fainted Feng Wuchen, the sword wound at the pubic area, healed at a speed visible to the naked eye!
In the next second, Feng Wuchen widened his eyes in vain. The whole figure seemed to have been holding breath for several hours in the water, desperately inhaling, as if he had had a nightmare, his head was covered with cold sweat, and his face was pale in fear. .
"Then...what is that black one?" Feng Wuchen wiped off his sweat, and said in fear, but before Feng Wuchen thought about it, his face was stunned: "I... What happened to my injury...?"
"what......"
Just as Feng Wuchen was surprised, his head suddenly seemed to be stabbed by a sharp sword, and his face was extremely painful, and his face was instantly hideous, and then a huge amount of information poured into Feng Wuchen's mind.
"This is..." Unresistingly accepting the huge information, Feng Wuchen opened his mouth wide in shock, his eyes were almost staring, and he almost forgot the severe pain in his head.
"This is the memory of the Evil Dragon God! He is the ancient Dragon God Clan! Legend has it that the Dragon Clan is the omnipotent strongest. How could the Evil Dragon God hide in my body? Want to use my body to be reborn? This... .Could it be that I am still in a dream?" Feng Wuchen exclaimed in exclamation, feeling that all this was incredible.
Feng Wuchen had never heard of the ancient dragon gods, and these huge information suddenly appeared in his mind, which made Feng Wuchen feel that he was still in a dream.
In the memory of the evil dragon god, Feng Wuchen knew that the evil dragon was the ancient dragon clan, and the dragon clan had two holy children, the dragon soul and the dragon war.
The two are the most dazzling peerless geniuses of the Dragon God Clan, but in order to fight for the supreme throne of the Dragon Clan, the two sage sons finally tore their faces and fought in secret for many years.
In the end, on the day when the dragon race supreme throne was contested, Long Tianhun lost the election due to an unhealthy mind, and his brother Long Tianzhan successfully became the next dragon supreme.
In terms of talent and strength, Longtian Soul is not lost to Longtianzhan. In a world where strength is respected, he believes that he can lead the Dragon God Clan to become stronger, and the Dragon Clan supreme throne should fall into his hands, but unfortunately not.
Long Tianhun felt that his father was partial, he was not reconciled, and he was not reconciled that the supreme throne was in the hands of Long Tianzhan, and the hatred grew deeper and deeper. In the end, Long Tianhun led many dragon clan powerhouses to leave and completely cut off relations with the dragon clan.
The Dragon Sky Soul was renamed the Evil Dragon God!
In order to the supreme throne of the dragon clan, the Dragon Heavenly Soul recruited troops and horses.
The Dragon God Clan War broke out, and the Dragon Heaven Soul defeated the Dragon God Battle with overwhelming power and seized the Dragon God Seal. He thought that the Dragon God's supreme throne was handed in, but he was finally sealed by the six elders of the Dragon God Clan with supernatural powers.
"This... isn't it true? This evil dragon is too scary! No, the six elders are even more scary!" Looking at the memory of the evil dragon god, Feng Wuchen trembled with horror. , Cold sweat, keep exhaling.
"San Young Master! You...are you awake?" Just when Feng Wuchen was shaking and trembling, the door of the room was suddenly opened and a beautiful maid rushed in.
The maid was also startled when she heard the screams from before in the room. When she rushed in and saw Feng Wuchen woke up, she was really stunned.
"Just woke up." The maid who rushed in awakened Feng Wuchen, and then nodded to the maid, pretending to be nothing.
"Patriarch! Madam! Elder! Three young masters are awake!" After a moment of stunned, the unbelievable maid suddenly raised her voice and rushed out and shouted at a superhuman speed.
The high-decibel yelling made the ground shake as if the mountains were shaking, but anyone from the Feng Family who could hear them had their expressions stiffened at this moment.
Feng Qianyang just broke the news that Feng Wuchen could not save his life, how could he suddenly wake up again? Is it possible that the maid is obsessed with Feng Wuchen and has an illusion?
"Wake up?" In the hall, Feng Zhengxiong looked at each other, shocked and unbelievable.
"This..." Feng Qianyang was even more so frightened that the tea cup in his hand broke to the ground.
Feng Qianyang is a first-class alchemist, not to mention that he is Hua Tuo alive, but he is definitely more authoritative than anyone for the injuries and illnesses of the human body!
Would someone with such authority be wrong?
Of course, Feng Qianyang also hoped that he was wrong, at least Feng Wuchen could not die!
"Patriarch! Madam! Elder! The Third Young Master is awake!" The maid who rushed into the hall gasped, exquisite alchemy with ecstasy.
Xiao Qingqing hurriedly stepped forward, tightly grasped the hand of the maid, and asked expectantly: "Xiao Lan, what you said is true? Chen'er is really awake?"
"Madam, it's true, the third young master is in the room!" Xiaolan chick nodded and replied.
"Hurry up and have a look!" Feng Zheng rushed out anxiously.
Feng Wuchen was digesting the memory of the Evil Dragon God in the room at the moment, and all the memories of the Evil Dragon God had been merged with his body, which meant that as long as the Evil Dragon God had everything, it was now owned by Feng Wuchen.
"Chen'er! Chen'er!"
Feng Zhengxiong and Xiao Qingqing's surprise shouts from outside the door interrupted Feng Wuchen again.
Everyone rushed into the room to see that Feng Wuchen really woke up! Resurrected! This is simply a miracle! Amazing!
"Chen'er! Great!" Xiao Qingqing wept with joy, tears like rain, and hugged Feng Wuchen.
Xiao Qingqing didn't notice Feng Wuchen's healing wound, but Feng Zhengxiong did both.
The resurrection of Feng Wuchen from death did surprise them, but at this moment they were already shocked and covered with surprise.
Such a serious injury, he almost died before, how could he heal in a blink of an eye?
Feng Qianyang seemed to see a ghost, his old eyes almost stared out, and exclaimed: "The wound has healed!"
"Chen'er, what's the matter with your injury?" Feng Zhengxiong asked, holding back the shock, feeling very strange.
Xiao Qingqing discovered at this time that Feng Wuchen's wound had healed, and couldn't help but curiously asked, "Chen'er, what is going on?"
"I don't know, I will be healed when I wake up, and I'm also surprised." Feng Wuchen replied casually, and he must not disclose the affairs of the evil dragon god.
Feng Qianyang hurriedly checked Feng Wuchen's situation, but couldn't see why, but recovery was already an ironclad matter, which made Feng Qianyang even more puzzled.
No one knows what happened to Feng Wuchen's body, including Feng Wuchen himself.
"The memory of the evil dragon god, everything he has belongs to me, this is a blessing in disguise! Such a terrifying strong man, who else in this world can match me? Mo Linger, you betray me, insult me, me Don't blame you, I have to thank you!" The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and Feng Wuchen felt a burst of beauty.