Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 43

Qian Daoshen continued to explain: "Brother, maybe the second child wants to make friends with disciples of spiritual cultivation, but they just want to make friends with disciples of spiritual cultivation."

Ou Juncheng smiled and said: "Junior Brother, you are now pushing everything on the dead. This is not what a gentleman does."

"Brother, in fact, the second brother and the others have never told these spiritual disciples that they want to overthrow the position of the suzerain of the senior brother."

At this time, Qian Daoshen couldn't admit it even if he was beaten to death. As long as the elder Taishang didn't punish him, then he would have a chance to make a comeback.

"Junior Brother, are you going to kill him now?" Ou Juncheng stared at Qian Daoshen firmly.

"Brother, I didn't do it, of course I can't admit it." Qian Daoshen lowered his head.

"So, I wronged your Qian family?"

Feng Ting, who was standing behind, suddenly came out and stood in front of Qian Daoshen.

Qian Daoshen raised his head and looked at Feng Ting with a cold gaze: "Don't think that you can do anything because the Supreme Elder protects you. Don't forget that you are still only a martial artist, and you have already entered the realm of fighting king. You can only be a waste of martial arts for the rest of your life."

Hearing this, it was not Feng Ting who reacted the most, but Feng Xingxing.

His face suddenly changed, he took a step forward, and glared at Qian Daoshen: "Senior brother, although my son is a martial artist, he will never allow others to despise him."

Feng Ting sneered and said: "Qian Daoshen, I, a martial artist, almost killed your Qian family!"

Qian Daoshen's body trembled when he heard the words, and the gaze he looked at Feng Ting became even more chilling.

Feng Ting smiled lightly and said, "Qian Daoshen, the Supreme Elder will not embarrass me for the dead of your Qian family, let alone the others."

As he spoke, he glanced at the spiritual disciples around him.

Qian Daoshen's complexion was pale, so it's not his original thought.

He relies on the Supreme Elder to love talents, and his Qian family has a genius like Qian Biao, and the most spiritual disciples of Baodian Pavilion.

Feng Ting continued to laugh and said: "At the beginning, Qian Heng, Qian Tong, Qian Biao and Qian Daohui thought that the Supreme Elder loved talents. Even if they killed me, the Supreme Elder would not embarrass them for a dead person. Now they are dead , the same is true.”

Qian Daoshen felt that the young man in Qianyan was a poisonous snake, and every word he said seemed to be poisonous.

Although Qian Daoshen lowered his head, not wanting others to see his gaze, everyone could already feel the resentment emanating from him.

"Feng Ting, let's go."

Feng and his party don't want their son to continue stimulating Qian Daoshen.

"Yes, father." Feng Ting was very obedient, turned around and left.

"Brother, please do what you want."

In the end, Ou Juncheng showed a bit of suzerain demeanor, and did not continue to add insult to injury.

The others left without saying anything.

Only when everyone in the square had disappeared did Qian Daoshen slowly raise his head, his eyes were already full of blood.

The fists in his robe sleeves have turned white, and tiny cracks have appeared on the rocky ground under his feet.

Inside the Baodian Pavilion, the Supreme Elder Chen Ying and his close disciple Jiang Bei stood in front of the window, looking at the lonely and stern Qian Daoshen.

"Master, what should we do now?" Jiang Bei asked in a low voice.

"Feng Ting is a genius in refining medicine, but it's a pity that he is already at the beginning level of Dou Wang." Chen Ying's expression was very complicated.

Jiang Bei said in a low voice: "Master, Senior Brother Qian will definitely not forget about it like this."

Chen Ying frowned slightly, but did not speak.

Jiang Bei continued: "Master, [-]% of the spiritual cultivation disciples in Baodian Pavilion come from Zuo Xingtang, and all the spiritual cultivation disciples have received generous gifts from the Qian family."

Chen Yingxu was startled: "If Feng Ting can really give Peiling Pill to martial arts disciples, what are those generous gifts from the Qian family?"

Jiang Bei nodded slightly, and said: "The disciple will go and check later to see how fine the Peiling Pill presented by Feng Ting is."

"En." Chen Ying nodded slightly.

Jiang Bei suddenly said, "Master, how should we deal with those two spiritual practitioners from Heizhou City just now?"

Chen Ying also suddenly remembered this, and his brows were furrowed: "These two kept saying that the treasure is in my Ye Haizong, but they didn't say it was He Baobao."

"Master, does it have something to do with Feng Ting?" Jiang Bei whispered.

Chen Ying was stunned: "Could it be related to Feng Ting's medicine refining technique?"

"Otherwise, how could a 16-year-old boy have such a brilliant skill in refining medicine?" Jiang Bei whispered.

"But I don't know any treasure that can make people's medicine refining skills so high."

"Master, Feng Ting's medicine refining technique is just a legend. Maybe the companion spirit pill he refined has only its shape, but not its spirit." Jiang Bei replied.

"You should go find the two cultivation pills he sent out right now and show me." Chen Ying said.

"Yes."

Just as Jiang Bei was about to leave, Chen Ying said again: "Feng Ting was injured several times by the brothers of the Qu family, but he was safe and sound, which is very strange to you."

"Yes, this is also puzzling." Jiang Bei nodded slightly.

"Have you ever seen him protect himself with treasures?" Chen Ying asked.

"No."

"If he doesn't have treasures to protect him, how can he, a martial artist, withstand the thunderous blow from the brothers of the Qu family." Chen Ying said silently.

"Master, I'll go check it out."

"Ah."

Chen Ying narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly felt that his control over Ye Haizong was not as strong as he thought.

Jiang Bei retreated quietly, he knew that the people who doubted Feng Ting must not be the only elders.

……

After the three hall masters and the suzerain, as well as everyone in the Beiwu Hall, Hua Fenfei and Xin Han, the group left Baodian Pavilion.

Feng and his party refused Ou Juncheng's persuasion, and led everyone from Beiwutang to leave Zhongyu Peak and return to Beiyan Peak.

At the entrance of Beiwutang, Feng Ting stopped and said to Feng and his party: "Father, I am still being punished and cannot enter Beiwutang."

"Come with me!" Feng and his party walked into Beiwu Hall.

Li Yuan hurriedly said to Feng Ting in a low voice: "Junior Junior Brother, I beg you, don't make Master angry."

He Zhong also immediately said: "Yes! Junior brother, all the brothers are begging you."

"Junior brother, stop making trouble, go in quickly."

The others also looked at Feng Ting expectantly, if not because Feng Ting was the youngest, they would all want to kneel down to Feng Ting.

Feng Ting shook his head helplessly, and said, "Okay."

"That's the best, little brother, please come in..."

The twelve spiritual cultivators smiled, and entered the Beiwu Hall as offerings to Feng Ting like bodhisattvas.

In the hall, Feng Xing had already sat down. Although his face was a little serious, his eyes were obviously concerned.

"Tell me, what happened between you and the Qian family?"

Feng and his party have been thinking about this question all the way.

Feng Ting alone, how can he fight against Qian Daohui and others.

Feng Ting said with a smile: "Going back to father, the process is a bit long and complicated."

"Say it quickly." Feng Xingxing looked at Feng Ting pretending to be angry.

"it is good."

Feng Ting then began to tell the story of what happened. He would not talk about his ninth life as a human being.

As for the matter of refining medicine, he just said that once he had an epiphany, he became a master of refining medicine.

As for the grievances with the Qian family, he confessed everything, he disabled Qian Yao, killed Qian Heng, Qian Biao, and Qian Daohui, all of which he said clearly.

As for the process, he only understated it, saying that he had extraordinary talent in martial arts, and possessed an understanding and endurance beyond ordinary people.

Although the process was so inconceivable, Feng Ting said it casually, but it was so natural, as if everything was an inevitable result.

Although Feng Xing understood, but based on his decades of spiritual cultivation experience, he really couldn't believe it.

He looked at his son, then at the twelve disciples who had become spiritual cultivators, and frowned.

Seeing that the master didn't believe it, Li Yuan added in a low voice: "Master, what the younger brother said is true."

Feng Xingxing was silent for a while, and then said: "Can you really refine the cultivation pill?"

"I still have the accompanying spirit pill refined by my junior brother."

Before Feng Ting could answer, Ding Chundong immediately took out the pill box.

He sent it to the master and said in a low voice, "Master, please take a look."

Feng Xingxing glanced at Ding Chundong, and Ding Chundong was so frightened that he dared not raise his head. He should not have left the Zhuniu Forest because he was a sinner.

Feng and his party opened the pill box, and the light inside the pill box radiated out, illuminating that serious face.His hand shook involuntarily, and he almost dropped the pill box.

The twenty spirit pills in a row are surrounded by spiritual energy and have a strong breath. These are indeed cultivation pills.

The twelve spiritual practitioners had never seen such an expression from the master, and there were faint smiles on their faces.

It is estimated that from now on, Master will never get angry with Junior Brother again.

"Snapped."

Feng and his party closed the pill box, closed their eyes slightly, and tried their best to calm down the churning heart.

how can that be!

Slowly opened his eyes, looking at his 16-year-old son, Feng Xingxing's smile finally emerged.

Seeing the master smiling, Li Yuan immediately said with a smile: "Master, my junior brother is definitely an extraordinary genius."

"Master, my junior brother is not only a genius in refining medicine, but also a genius in martial arts." He Zhong also said.

Ding Chundong also said next to him: "Although the younger brother cannot become a spiritual cultivator, he is really strong."

Feng and his entourage stared at Feng Ting, thinking of the situation when Feng Ting was blown away by those two high-level spiritual cultivators who turned blades just now on the square of Baodian Pavilion.

He thought at that time that Feng Ting would definitely die, but Feng Ting survived intact.

It is also true that Feng Ting killed Qian Biao, the first genius of Ye Haizong, and Qian Daohui, who was second only to the four hall masters.

It is true that Feng Ting is powerful!

But why is Feng Ting so powerful!
Feng and his party looked at Feng Ting, and asked thoughtfully: "Feng Ting, is the treasure in Heizhou City related to you?"

"Of course not." Feng Ting couldn't admit it even if he was beaten to death.

"Then can you tell me why you have such a strong fighting power, such a strong body, and how did you become such a miraculous alchemist?"

Feng and his party looked into Feng Ting's eyes, trying to see something from his son's eyes.

Feng Ting knew that he had to come up with something, otherwise it would be difficult to convince his father. He took out a small three-legged tripod from his arms, brought it to his father, and said, "Father, this is a spring tripod, which can collect spiritual energy like a spring." , My strength is related to it."

Feng Xing took a closer look, in his opinion, there was nothing unusual about this spring tripod.

Feng Ting lifted the lid of the small tripod, and gently released the spiritual power on the small tripod, and the small tripod's spiritual power flew and started to run.

In an instant, the surrounding aura became intense.

The distance was too close, and Feng Xingxing felt the difference in aura within the area.

The twelve spiritual practitioners behind Feng Ting also felt that the aura in this small area became stronger.

Everyone was pleasantly surprised, and only then did they understand why the junior brother always practiced alone. It turned out that there was such a treasure.

At this moment, a spirit flowed out from the small cauldron. It was faint, moist, and lighter than the mist. If it was a little further away, it would be impossible to see this miraculous scene.

Seeing this scene, Feng Xing, who has always been unsmiling, was also dumbfounded, unable to believe such a fantastic scene.

(End of this chapter)