Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 40
Feng Ting walked out of the crowd and shouted to the field: "Both of you, if you have something to say, talk it out."

The two men in the arena saw a young man shouting out. Although they were surprised, they didn't have time to pay attention and continued to besiege Chen Ying.Their idea is very simple, to defeat the strongest Ye Haizong, Ye Haizong naturally dare not not hand over the treasure.

Feng Ting continued to walk forward, and said as he walked: "You two, if you want to kill, then I will not stop you. If your purpose is not to kill, why don't you sit down and have a good talk."

Because the distance was a little closer, Feng Ting's body trembled slightly from the pressure of spiritual power.

"Go away."

"flutter."

One of the men suddenly slapped Feng Ting casually.Although this palm was random, its spiritual power surged like an overwhelming sea.

Much stronger than Qian Daohui.

Feng Ting could only raise his hands and punch out with both fists, the fifth weight of the one-word collapse fist.

"boom."

But before the wind of his fist arrived, his body flew upside down, retreated to the front of the crowd, and managed to stand still. He felt that his meridians were vibrating, and he was already damaged.

Feng Ting couldn't help being astonished that the opponent was able to strike so powerfully with just a random blow.

But he has healing flames, as long as he doesn't kill him instantly and gives him time to heal, then nothing will happen.

The healing flame in the dantian releases a warm breath, which spreads all over the body along the meridians, smoothing the injured meridians.

Hua Fenfei and the twelve spiritual cultivators all moved to Feng Ting's side, trying to help him back, but he shook his head to indicate that it was all right.

Everyone has seen Feng Ting's miracles and knows Feng Ting's personality. Although they were worried, they could only follow Feng Ting and did not force him away.

But the surrounding disciples of spiritual cultivation didn't know it. They already sensed that Feng Ting was a beginner martial artist, and they all felt that after being blown away, Feng Ting would either die or be disabled.

But at this moment, the young man walked towards the field again, his steps were still not fast or slow, and his expression was still neither humble nor fearful.

"You two, if you are still so unreasonable, even if my Ye Haizong disciple dies, I will fight with you two."

Dozens of spiritual disciples in Baodian Pavilion were shocked, and those two men were also shocked.

They thought that Feng Ting was not dead or disabled, but they didn't expect that he was not dead or disabled, and he walked over again without knowing his life or death.

"Go away!"

One of the black-clothed men struck out again, 30 meters away, a wave of spiritual power turned into a huge hammer and bombarded him.

Its speed is so fast and its power is so strong that everyone present is terrified.

Don't say that this young man is just a martial artist, even if he is a spiritual practitioner, he will definitely die.

"boom."

Feng Ting punched again and met the heavy hammer, and he was blown away without any surprise.

When he landed, blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, his face was pale, and the injury was worse than before.

Dan Yan released a warm breath, which quickly spread through the meridians.

"Junior brother, they are too strong."

Li Yuan supported Feng Ting's arm, trying to drag Feng Ting back.

"I am fine."

Feng Ting wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled.

When the others saw it, their hearts trembled, and they didn't know how to feel.

Dan Yan healed the pain, Feng Ting's complexion improved a lot, he straightened his body, walked towards the field, and shouted: "You two, if you don't stop, don't blame Ye Haizong for being rude. "

Again!
The two men had already gained the upper hand, and they would be able to defeat the Supreme Elder in a short time.

They didn't pay attention to other people at all, but the stubbornness of this young man made their hearts a little confused.

"Go to hell!"

The two men shot almost at the same time, and the two heavy hammers whizzed forward, smashing down overwhelmingly.

Feng Ting frowned, and both fists came out at the same time, both of which were the fifth weight of the Yizi Bengquan.

"Bang bang."

Of course, this kind of defense couldn't stop the bombardment of the spiritual hammer, he was blasted out again, his body flew over the crowd watching the battle, and fell to the ground.

This boy is dead!

This was almost everyone's thoughts except for the twelve spiritual cultivators of Beiwu Hall and Hua Fenfei.

And Hua Fanfei and the others had seen Feng Ting's power, and even though they thought Feng Ting would not die, they were terrified by this powerful attack.

Several people came in separates and surrounded Feng Ting. Seeing Feng Ting wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, he slowly stood up.

"Junior brother, they are too powerful, we should leave it alone." Ding Chundong persuaded in a low voice.

"Junior brother, don't take any more risks." Zeng Wenbu also said.

He Zhong also said: "Little brother, it's useless for you to do this."

"Who said it's useless!" Feng Ting smiled miserably and stepped forward.

Hua Fenfei looked at Feng Ting's back and said in surprise: "He has disturbed those two people."

When everyone heard the words, they immediately understood the intention of the little junior brother.

The purpose of the junior brother was to disturb, and he didn't want to fight the two men in black.But they were still worried and looked at Feng Ting's back helplessly.

Seeing that tall and handsome figure moving forward again, the spirit cultivation disciples of Baodian Pavilion all looked shocked, more shocked than seeing those two men.

Again!
The faces of the two men were furious, but their eyes were also full of puzzlement and horror.

The Supreme Elder Chen Ying, who was originally forced to have no breath, was shocked because the energy of the two men was affected, and he finally had a chance to breathe, and glanced at Feng Ting who was coming again.

This is Feng Ting!
It's a pity that he has already entered the realm of fighting kings!

"Boom."

The two men shot again at the same time, and the two spiritual powers turned into two spears, shining with spiritual light, and flew over.

Feng Ting had been prepared for a long time, and he threw out both fists at the same time, another one-word collapse fist, and another five-strength force.

"Bang bang."

The spear was too strong, and these two punches were not enough to disperse the spear. Being held by the spear, he flew upside down, flew out of the square, flew over the heads of the crowd, and flew another 50 meters before landing.

"Boom."

Feng Ting fell heavily on the bluestone ground, lying on the ground, bowing his head.

Finished!

Dozens of spiritual cultivation disciples turned their heads and looked at Feng Ting's limp body, with expressions of regret on their faces.

The twelve spiritual cultivators and Hua Fenfei immediately gathered around, and everyone wanted to reach out to help Feng Ting, but they saw Feng Ting's hand move suddenly, and waved it, indicating that there was no need to support him.

Still alive!

Although everyone was mentally prepared and knew that the junior brother would not go to die, they were still so shocked that they wanted to run away.

The warm breath released by Dan Yan has already flowed through Feng Ting's meridians, the damage to the meridians healed quickly, and the damage to the muscles and bones also recovered quickly.

Finally, Feng Ting got up and stepped forward.

"Little Junior Brother..."

Feng Ting smiled and shook his head, indicating that he was fine.

Still alive!

Dozens of spiritual cultivation disciples saw Feng Ting and stood up again, as if they had seen a ghost.

Under the attention of everyone, Feng Ting passed through the crowd, appeared on the square, and walked towards the field step by step.

This time, without him saying a word, the two men knew the boy's determination.A person who can't be beaten to death is far more shocking than a powerful spiritual practitioner.

The two men originally had the upper hand, but after being disturbed repeatedly, they have already lost the upper hand.

That boy is still walking step by step, isn't he really afraid of death?
Apart from being shocked, the two men were even more puzzled.However, they must not be intimidated by a boy, and the two attacked the boy again.

This time the attack was even stronger. Two spears of spiritual power came straight towards Feng Ting with the power to tear apart the space.

"careful!"

Suddenly, a loud shout fell from the sky, and a tall figure flew towards Feng Ting, trying to rescue Feng Ting first.

But compared with the spiritual spear, he was still slow.

This person could only watch helplessly as Feng Ting was hit by two spears, supported by two spears, and flew towards the edge of the square.

Following this person, there were three other men and a woman.

Although they also saw Feng Ting being stabbed and flew out, they were not as concerned about Feng Ting as the tall figure, they were more concerned about the Supreme Elder in the arena.

The tall figure chased Feng Ting, flew out of the square, and watched Feng Ting fall to the ground.

With a sad and eager face, he landed beside Feng Ting, and stretched out his hand to support Feng Ting.

"Father!"

Feng Ting was held in his father's arms, seeing his father's anxious and sad look, he smiled.

"How are you?"

The person who came was Feng Xing, who was in retreat. He saw his son being knocked into the air by those two high-ranking chemical blades, and thought that his son would definitely die, and his heart was broken.

"I am fine."

Dan Yan has released a warm breath and started to heal Feng Ting.

"See Master..."

At this time, the twelve spiritual cultivators also arrived, and they all bowed and saluted in a well-behaved manner.

Feng Xing frowned and said angrily: "How can you let Feng Ting be so nonsense!"

"Master...we..."

Everyone didn't know how to explain it, and each of them showed fear.

Feng Ting immediately explained: "It has nothing to do with the brothers."

Feng and his party thought that his son would die, so he looked miserable and said, "Go to the Supreme Elder for medicine."

"Father, I'm fine." Feng Ting explained with a smile.

Looking at the wound on his son's abdomen, Feng and his party couldn't believe it. He supported Feng Ting, flew up, passed the crowd, and landed on the square.

The fighting had stopped, and the two men in black looked at Chen Ying and the three men and one woman without any fear.

"You actually violated my Ye Haizong, you two don't want to leave." The suzerain Ou Juncheng shouted.

"Just because you want to keep us, it's a dream." The man in black said disdainfully.

"Then try it." Ou Juncheng was about to make a move.

"Wait." The elder Taishang stopped Ou Juncheng from making a move.

"The Supreme Elder!" Ou Juncheng was puzzled.

Chen Ying ignored Ou Juncheng, but looked at the two men and said, "You two, the treasure you are looking for is not in our Yehaizong."

One of the men in black gave a disdainful smile: "If you say you're not here, you won't be here. Do you really treat me like my brother so perfunctory?"

"How can you two believe that the baby is not in my Ye Haizong?" Chen Ying asked.

"Hand over the things, and I'll just pretend nothing happened." The man continued to hold on.

Suzerain Ou Juncheng, Qinggong Hall master He Wenjun, Nanfa Hall master Kou Zhen, and Zuo Xing Hall master Qian Daoshen, after listening to the conversation, they realized that these two people framed Ye Haizong for taking their treasure.

Seeing how polite the Supreme Elder was to these two people, these two people must have a lot of background.

One of the men shouted: "After two days, hand over the treasure, or you will bear the consequences."

"You two, your baby is really not in my Ye Haizong." Chen Ying was still explaining.

(End of this chapter)