Dragon King Order

"Okay, we are now on the same page, and we must swear an oath of blood..." As he said this, Su Tianshuo forced out a drop of blood and dripped it into the wine bowl in front of him.

Others followed suit and forced out blood, and then drank the bowl of wine with an oath in one gulp.

At this time, Ouyang Xing, the owner of the Medicine God Island, was not sleepy at all.

He stood in front of the window, looking at the full moon outside and the waves hitting the shore, and he fell into deep thought.

Under Ouyang Xing's feet, densely packed insects flashing with faint golden light were constantly shuttling.

These are the golden beetles raised by Ouyang Xing, which are unique to the Medicine God Island.

The golden beetles were originally black, but because they were often wrapped in the mist of the Medicine God refining pills on the Medicine God Island, they turned into golden armor over time.

The bite force of this golden beetle is very huge, and the power of a group is even more amazing.

"Father, it's late at night, you should rest!" Ouyang Wufeng saw that the light was still on in his father's room, so he walked in gently.

Ouyang Wufeng ignored the golden beetle under his feet. Every time he took a step, the golden beetle under his feet seemed to be controlled and automatically moved away.

"Feng'er, do you think we can get away this time?" Ouyang Xing looked out the window, his voice full of worry.

"Father, hundreds of pharmacists came this time, including major medical families and the presidents of the pharmacist associations of four of the five domains. I don't think the Zhantian Fazong dares to cause trouble."

Ouyang Wufeng said, "Those guys are just scaring us. With their poor medical skills, even if we give them the Medicine God Island, they can't comprehend the inheritance left behind in the place where the Medicine God fell."

"Don't worry too much. As the saying goes, when the enemy comes, the general will stop it, and when the water comes, the earth will cover it..." Ouyang Wufeng tried to comfort his father.

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After hearing this, Ouyang Xing smiled bitterly and turned back, looking at Ouyang Wufeng and said, "Feng'er, do you also think that I invited this pharmacist conference to Yaoshen Island to let these pharmacists help us resist Zhantian Fazong?"

"Isn't it?" Ouyang Wufeng said doubtfully.

"Of course not." Ouyang Xing's eyes became firm and deep, "I really want to use the resources on Yaoshen Island to benefit the pharmacists of the entire Tianren Realm. If someone cracks the inheritance of Yaoshen, it will be even better."

Ouyang Wufeng stared at his father blankly, with a complex emotion in his heart.

Ouyang Xing paced slowly and continued, "There are too few pharmacists in the Tianren Realm, and there are even fewer pharmacists with superb medical skills. All cultivators want to ascend to immortality, and no one is willing to devote energy to learning medical skills."

There was a hint of helplessness and regret in his voice.

"Father, I didn't expect you to think this way, but do we bear the risks ourselves?" Ouyang Wufeng couldn't help but say.

"What about the risk?" Ouyang Xing interrupted him, "If I can make some contribution to the pharmacists in the heavenly world, my life will not be in vain."

"No matter who gets the inheritance of the God of Medicine, it must not be allowed to those demon cultivators of the Zhantian Sect. They have evil intentions. If they are allowed to get the inheritance, it will bring great disasters to the heavenly world."

Ouyang Wufeng was silent for a moment, and then said: "Father, I understand, I will fully support your decision."

Ouyang Xing patted Ouyang Wufeng on the shoulder and said: "Feng'er, at this pharmacist conference, all parties have ulterior motives. We must be careful to deal with it, but no matter what, our original intention cannot change."

Ouyang Wufeng nodded and said: "Father, don't worry, I will definitely protect the God of Medicine Island and this conference."

The moonlight sprinkled on the father and son, reflecting their determined figures. And on this seemingly peaceful God of Medicine Island, a huge storm is quietly brewing.