Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 308

Han Zhiju, Gongsun Qianlu, Yan Beigu, Qiu Tan, and Yu Daxiong who were shaken out had all arrived at Feng Ting's side.They looked at Feng Ting with incomparable admiration.

If Feng Ting hadn't forced them out of the formation, they would have been crippled or dead by now.They thought that Feng Ting would die, but they didn't expect Feng Ting to still be alive.And judging by his appearance, his limbs are intact, and he doesn't seem to be disabled.But looking at his face and sensing his meridians, the injury is obviously very serious.It was an absolute miracle that he was still standing.

Li Wan, who was about to rush over like crazy, left quietly at this moment.When she returned to the woods, she unconsciously looked at Gu Yinglong who was not far away.He clearly remembered that Xue Xiao who hurt him was accompanied by this person.

After returning to her parents, Li Wan turned her gaze to the mountain depression again, to the boy holding the black umbrella.

"How about my grades?" Feng Ting looked at He Jinpeng.

"Before tomorrow's game, announce the results of the formation." He Jinpeng seemed to be speaking to Feng Ting, and it seemed to be speaking to everyone, more like what he said to himself.

Hearing this, Feng Ting's expression froze slightly, revealing a trace of coldness, but he just smiled.Without saying anything, he walked directly to the people in Tianshu City.

Gongsun Qianlu, Han Zhiju, Yan Beigu, Yu Daxiong, Qiu Tan and others were not as free and easy as Feng Ting. They bowed to the twelve strong men and He Jinpeng before leaving with Feng Ting.

The twelve strong men looked at Feng Ting's back, their hearts were at a loss.They didn't complete the tasks explained above, and they didn't know where the problem was.

It wasn't until Feng Ting entered the woods that the 12 people said goodbye to He Jinpeng and flew away.

He Jinpeng also turned his head slowly, looking at the people in Tianshu City with a serious expression, until they got into the carriage, and then he flew away.He flew directly to Returning Peak, which is the residence of the suzerain.

Not long after, Returning Peak was already in front of He Jinpeng. He was the suzerain's disciple, so when he arrived at Returning Peak, he didn't need to report, and went directly to the gate of Cangling Hall.

When the disciples guarding outside the main hall saw He Jinpeng, they all bowed and saluted He Jinpeng.He Jinpeng is the controller of the Yuntai Conference, and he will come to report to the suzerain these two days.

He Jinpeng walked into the Cangling Hall, and saw the suzerain master sitting on the throne waiting for him.Although the old man with the golden cannon looked peaceful, even a high-ranking powerhouse in Xuanhu like He Jinpeng still felt a kind of strong coercion.

He bowed and said, "Disciple sees master."

"En." The suzerain looked at He Jinpeng and replied peacefully.

He Jinpeng raised his head, looked at the suzerain, and said, "The formation competition is over."

"En." The suzerain looked at He Jinpeng below, waiting for He Jinpeng to report the situation.

He Jinpeng didn't dare to meet the suzerain's eyes, and said with some depression: "Yinglong's formation is very strong."

"How is Feng Ting?" The suzerain obviously didn't want to procrastinate.

"Feng Ting... is stronger." He Jinpeng said helplessly.

"Wind Ting is stronger?" The suzerain's expression darkened, obviously a little surprised.

"Yes, Feng Ting and the other six formed the formation, forcing the juniors in the Yuzhen Hall to display the Heavenly Thunder Formation, which is considered to have broken Feng Ting's formation." He Jinpeng replied.

When the suzerain heard this, Fang Zheng's face showed a slight surprise, which was obviously unexpected to him.

He Jinpeng continued: "Although Feng Ting was seriously injured, he can still leave alone."

"Leave alone!" The suzerain raised his hand and touched the armrest of the throne.

He Jinpeng didn't dare to face the suzerain anymore, he lowered his head.

After a while, the suzerain said: "Do you think he will participate in tomorrow's game?"

"I think he will." He Jinpeng replied.

At this moment, the gatekeeper disciple came in and reported to the suzerain that Gu Yinglong asked to see him.

The suzerain's expression immediately showed joy and let Gu Yinglong come in.

He Jinpeng was actually somewhat envious of the suzerain who doted on Gu Yinglong so much, but he could understand.Gu Yinglong is only 25 years old, but he has just crossed the hurdle of Xuanhu Realm and became the beginner of Xuanhu.Such extraordinary performance is indeed worthy of anyone's doting.

After waiting for a while, Gu Yinglong walked in with a handsome figure, bowed and saluted: "See the suzerain."

"Have you seen Feng Ting?" The suzerain looked at Gu Yinglong with a gentler expression, and his gaze was always full of appreciation.

"Saw."

"What do you think of him?"

"Not bad, but...he is a martial artist after all." Gu Yinglong's tone showed a little pride.

The suzerain paused for a while and said, "Although he is a martial artist, he has already won two games in a row."

Hearing this, Gu Yinglong's complexion changed slightly, and his eyes lowered. This was beyond his comprehension, and even more so, he couldn't accept it.

The suzerain continued: "If he is really a martial artist, I am afraid that the east sea area will not be able to accommodate him."

Gu Yinglong frowned slightly, he didn't understand what the suzerain meant.

But He Jinpeng next to him understood that the meaning of the suzerain was obvious. Feng Ting's talent was extraordinary, and if he was a spiritual practitioner, he would definitely be famous in the Lingwu Starfield.But when he looked at Gu Yinglong, he obviously didn't understand what the suzerain meant.

Although He Jinpeng admired Gu Yinglong's talent, sometimes he still felt that young people were too confident and proud.If someone praises others in front of him, he will be displeased. This kind of character that does not tolerate others' strength cannot be liked by others.

Seeing that Gu Yinglong was silent, the suzerain said, "Go back and prepare for tomorrow's game."

"Yes, suzerain." Gu Yinglong agreed and exited the hall.

The suzerain turned his attention to He Jinpeng again and asked, "What do you think will be the result tomorrow?"

He Jinpeng immediately lowered his head when he heard the words, and said, "I think Yinglong will definitely win the championship."

When the suzerain heard the words, he paused for a while and said, "Go and see Feng Ting."

"Yes, Sovereign." Of course He Jinpeng understood what this meant.

"Go."

"Yes, Sovereign, I will retreat first." He Jinpeng said and retreated.

He knew that the suzerain was still waiting for his news, so he immediately went to Chuangong Hall.

Not long after, he arrived at Chuan Gong Hall.Although he is lower than the master of Chuan Gong Hall, but because he is a person close to the master, no one dares to despise him.

When the disciples of Chuan Gong Hall saw him, they took him directly to the most remote courtyard without reporting it.What he wanted to see was a Feng Ting who couldn't afford to be seriously injured, so that he could just leave Feng Ting behind.More than half of the mission of this Yuntai Conference has been completed.

Entering that courtyard, he saw twelve golden-scaled carriages and those young people from Tianshu City, but he didn't see Feng Ting, and his heart relaxed.It seems that even if Feng Ting is not disabled, he is already unable to get up.

Seeing He Jinpeng coming, Han Zhiju immediately stepped forward to salute: "See senior."

"How is Feng Ting?" He Jinpeng asked.

"He...is not very comfortable." Han Zhiju could only say so. In fact, he didn't know exactly what happened to Feng Ting.

"Where is he?" He Jinpeng asked casually.

"In the carriage." Han Zhiju said as he walked towards Feng Ting's carriage.

Before the two of them got to the side of the carriage, the carriage door opened, and a young man with a tall figure and a handsome face got out of the carriage.Although his complexion is a little pale, it is definitely not sick.

He Jinpeng's heart skipped a beat, thinking he was dazzled.

"See senior." Feng Ting also greeted politely.

"Are you... all right?" He Jinpeng sensed a little, and found that Feng Ting's meridian injury was much better, and his abdominal injury was also much better.

Feng Ting said with a smile: "Thank you senior for your concern, I should be able to participate in tomorrow's game."

"That's good."

He Jinpeng was calm on the surface, but he couldn't believe it in his heart.He remembered very clearly that an hour ago, this young man was already in turmoil. Even if he could save his life, even if he was not disabled, the injuries to his meridians and abdominal organs would not heal within a year or two.

"Senior, if I have nothing else to do, I want to take a rest." Feng Ting said.

"You rest, I'll go first." He Jinpeng said.

"I'm sorry." After Feng Ting finished speaking, he turned and returned to the car.

He Jinpeng said goodbye to everyone, left this remote courtyard, and went straight to Returning Peak.While flying, he was thinking, why is Feng Ting so intact?Had he never been injured before?
How is this possible, don't say that Feng Ting is just a young martial artist, even if he is a high-ranking Xuanhu, it will be difficult to survive the attack of the Heavenly Thunder Array by the twelve powerhouses in the Imperial Array Hall.

Not long after, He Jinpeng walked into the Cangling Hall of Returning Peak, and the suzerain was still there.He stepped forward to pay respects, and then said: "Sovereign, this disciple has gone to see Feng Ting, and his injury doesn't seem to be as serious as it looks."

"Can he participate in the chess game tomorrow?" the Sovereign asked.

"He said he would go." He Jinpeng replied.

The suzerain's two gray eyebrows moved slightly, and said: "This young man is really different."

"Yes, his mind doesn't quite match his age."

"What about strength?" the suzerain asked.

He Jinpeng paused for a while, and said, "He has already shown extraordinary talent in refining medicine and formation."

"I'm talking about chess."

He Jinpeng quickly replied: "After all, he is a martial artist. Even if he is a bit extraordinary in refining medicine and formations, but the chess game is a one-on-one fight. No matter how extraordinary he is, it is difficult for him to make a difference."

The suzerain looked at He Jinpeng with a look of scrutiny in his peaceful eyes.

He Jinpeng was extremely disturbed by being watched. He felt that the suzerain was not examining himself, but Feng Ting.

"Aren't those people in Tianshu City going to see Feng Ting all the time? Let them go." The suzerain said suddenly.

"Yes." He Jinpeng didn't understand why the suzerain suddenly changed his mind, but he would naturally not object to the suzerain's order.

"Go."

"Sovereign, I am stepping down."

He Jinpeng withdrew.

In the huge hall, only the suzerain was left.He sat quietly on the throne, and the golden robe on his body was as noble and heavy as a statue.

(End of this chapter)