Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 4 Ten-Day Covenant
At this time, the night breeze brushed over Qian Yao's flushed face, making him feel ashamed.

A month ago, he had just been promoted to a high-ranking alchemist, and he had beaten Feng Ting to the brim, and now he used the unique skill of splitting the peak, but was knocked back by Feng Ting's punch instead.

This absolutely impossible thing happened!
On the side, Feng Ting shook his fist, very satisfied with his one-word punch.

This word Bengquan is originally the mysterious martial skill recorded in the martial art of martial arts. Although it is just a simple straight punch, it is extremely powerful.

Boxing skills are divided into ten levels, and every time one level is practiced, it can add an invisible force chain attack.

After a month of painstaking practice, he has already practiced to the third level, and he can release the triple invisible force to attack in a row.

Of course, it is also because of the Benlei waist armor that the strength and speed of Feng Ting have been increased several times, otherwise with his strength foundation, it is absolutely impossible to beat Qian Yao to pieces.

"Little brother, are you okay!"

The scene just now really shocked Ding Chundong.

Junior brother not only broke Qian Yao's peak chop, but also knocked Qian Yao out, what a great strength it must be!
Junior brother is only a middle-level cultivator, and strength has always been his weak point.

"Senior Brother Ding, do you think there is something wrong with me?" Feng Ting smiled slightly.

"Hey, it seems to be all right." Ding Chundong held back his smile, and turned to look at Qian Yao.

"Junior Brother Qian, are you alright?"

The other two Zuo Xingtang disciples also came to Qian Yao's side at this time. They came to see Qian Yao torture Feng Ting, but now Qian Yao was knocked back by Feng Ting's punch. They were all stunned and didn't know What should be done.

"Hmph, of course I'm fine!"

Qian Yao's face was flushed, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at Feng Ting viciously.

Feng Ting stretched out his fist and shook it slightly: "Qian Yao, if you are not convinced, you can try again."

"Feng Ting... die!"

How could Qian Yao be willing to fail? He flew up, condescending, and slashed down like a knife, and performed the peak splitting again.

He was too careless just now, but this time he used [-]% of his strength.

"act recklessly!"

Feng Ting didn't panic or panic, the edge of his fist was bright, and he smashed towards Qian Yao's knife.

How mysterious the ancient martial arts are, Qian Yao couldn't see the mystery of the word Bengquan at all, he just thought it was just an ordinary straight punch.

"Bang bang."

The fist and the hand knife collided again, and the two of them were shocked and separated suddenly.

"thump."

But this time, Qian Yao was so shocked that he flew eight or nine meters in the air before falling to the ground.

Lying on the ground, he was already churning with anger and blood.

Feng Ting only took two steps back, then shook his fist and said, "I really don't know how you passed the Baodian Pavilion exam."

"Feng Ting... how dare you despise me."

Although Qian Yao's expression was filled with hatred, deep down in his heart he was already half-frightened like a turbulent sea. He didn't understand how Feng Ting's random straight punch could have such amazing power!
"I don't despise you, I despise you." Feng Ting smiled disapprovingly.

In the past, Qian Yao would definitely seize this excuse to beat Fengting, but now, he can only grit his teeth and say: "Fengting...you wait...I will come to you again."

Feng Ting said indifferently: "I'll be waiting anytime, but if you're still so vulnerable next time, it's better not to come, I'm too lazy to clean up the trash."

Qian Yao clutched his blood-soaked chest, and looked at Feng Ting with hatred: "After ten days, do you dare to fight with me again?"

Feng Ting said boredly: "Since you want to come to die, then come."

"Feng Ting, see you in ten days!"

After finishing speaking, Qian Yao clutched his chest and led the two of them to turn around and leave.

Ding Chundong slowly came to Feng Ting's side, looked at Qian Yao's walking back, and said worriedly: "Little Junior Brother, you may not know that all disciples who enter the Baodian Pavilion can get precious elixir to assist in their cultivation. With the talent, you will soon be able to cross the hurdle of high-level cultivator, and then if you succeed in guiding spirits into your body, you will become a spiritual cultivator."

"Well, I know about this." Feng Ting still looked indifferent.

At this time Ding Chundong was even more confused.

He didn't understand that since the junior brother knew everything, why did he have to fight resolutely?
Suddenly remembered Feng Ting's punch just now, although it was ordinary, it was earth-shattering, so Ding Chundong asked: "Little brother, what kind of martial art did you use just now, how could it be so powerful?"

"It's just a normal punch."

Feng Ting didn't hide it intentionally, but the one word Beng Fist was too subtle. If he hadn't been a human being for the ninth time, he wouldn't be able to exert such power at all. Even if he told Ding Chundong, he wouldn't understand.

Of course Ding Chundong didn't believe that a random punch could have such power, but he didn't continue to ask, as long as the junior brother stays in the back mountain, he can always understand more.

Right now, he feels that his good luck has come, and he will definitely benefit a lot from having a junior junior with extraordinary talent as his companion.

But he still couldn't understand how the little junior brother gave up the entrance exam and came to this forest willingly.

It seems that the junior brother really looks down on Baodian Pavilion...

As soon as this thought came up, Ding Chundong shook his head in self-deprecating manner.

Just now, the words of Junior Junior Brother Cai were just angry with Qian Yao. Who would dare to look down on Baodian Pavilion as a disciple of Ye Haizong?
At this moment, seeing Ding Chundong's fluctuating expression, Feng Ting knew that this smart and studious senior brother must have used a lot of imagination, but right now he was still in a hurry to cultivate the magic shape grass, so he didn't pay too much attention to it.

"Brother, I'm going to rest first."

After throwing down a sentence, Feng Ting walked to the depths of the forest.

Ding Chundong asked in confusion: "Junior brother, the room has been cleaned for you, where are you going?"

"I'm staying in the woods tonight."

"Little brother, how can there be a comfortable room in the woods?" Ding Chundong followed closely behind Feng Ting.

"I like."

Ding Chundong wanted to continue to say something, but he saw Feng Ting speeding up, throwing him away, and disappeared into the woods in a short while.

The little junior brother used to have a very personal character, but now not only is he more characterful, but he is also incomprehensible.

Ding Chundong shook his head helplessly.

(End of this chapter)