Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 44

The twelve spiritual cultivators couldn't help but move closer, their gazes stagnant and dazed.

"Where did you get such a magical thing!"

Feng and his party looked at their son, solemn in surprise, and this treasure reminded him of the treasure that the brothers of the Qu family were looking for.

"I picked it up." Feng Ting's answer was very simple.

"Feng Ting, the Lord's Mansion of Heizhou City is so powerful that I, Ye Haizong, cannot fight against it."

Feng Xingxing's tone was serious, obviously carrying a bit of warning and harshness.

Feng Ting smiled lightly: "Father, this thing has been buried underground for at least tens of thousands of years, and there was no Heizhou City at that time."

When Feng Xing heard the words, his complexion suddenly softened: "Feng Ting, are you serious?"

Feng Ting laughed and said, "I dug it in a stone forest two thousand miles away from Yehai Mountain."

Feng Xingxing's expression finally softened completely: "You should have told me earlier."

"Father, you are already the first person to know that I have a spring." Feng Ting laughed.

Feng Xing took a look at Feng Ting, then put his gaze on the small cauldron, and said, "This spiritual energy is as strong as a spring, and it cannot be absorbed into the meridians of the body at all."

"Father, you can try."

Although Feng Ting knew that with his father's talent, it would be difficult to absorb this spring-like aura into his body, but he still wanted his father to try.

Feng Xingxing began to try to inhale this spring-like spiritual energy, but the spiritual energy was too strong to be inhaled into the body at all, let alone merged into the meridians.

After several attempts, Feng Xingxing shook his head and said, "This aura is too strong to be inhaled into the body, let alone blend into the meridians!"

Feng Ting was not surprised by this, and said with a smile: "I have some talent for controlling spiritual energy, which can be inhaled into the body and integrated into the meridians."

"Let me see." Feng Xingxing couldn't believe it.

"Father, watch it."

As Feng Ting spoke, he began to absorb the aura like a spring.

Reborn in the ninth world, his ability to perceive and control aura is absolutely unprecedented and invincible.

When fighting against Qian Biao and Qian Yao, he possessed the supernatural aura control power, sent the aura into the opponent's body, and instantly sealed the opponent's meridian, in order to win.

The spring-like spiritual energy permeated through every piece of Feng Ting's skin, and even his hair was trying to absorb it.

"careful!"

Feng Xingxing was terrified in his heart, such a strong spiritual energy, entering the body so crazily, would inevitably put endless pressure on the meridians, how could Feng Ting bear it!

"fine."

Feng Ting smiled casually, and casually absorbed the aura like a spring.

Seeing that Feng Ting was really calm and at ease, Feng and his party could only sigh in his heart that his son was a miraculous existence.

The twelve spiritual practitioners only know that the junior brother is strong, but they don't know why the junior brother is strong.Now they understand that if they can control the aura to such a terrifying level, is there any reason for it not to be powerful?

The reason why Feng Ting wants to show his father and senior brothers is also to let them stop randomly suspecting the source of his strength.

Feng Xingxing looked at Feng Ting and asked, "Is it related to this spiritual energy that you can recover instantly after a serious injury?"

Feng Ting smiled and said: "Under such a strong spirit and warmth, my body has become stronger and stronger. And I still have a lot of magic pills, so I am not afraid of being beaten. As long as I am given time, I can recover. "

"I see."

Although Feng and his party felt that Feng Ting's explanation was a bit far-fetched, he didn't continue to question it.

It is normal for a son to have his own secrets when he is mature and strong.

Feng Ting saw that his father didn't fully believe it, but his father didn't ask, which made him feel that his father had really changed.

He didn't bother with this problem anymore, and said: "It's okay if father can't use this small cauldron to practice. I can refine a few Huaxuan pills to help father improve his realm."

"You can refine Huaxuan Pill!"

This time, Feng Xingxing was even more surprised.

"I can't guarantee it will work, but I can try." Feng Ting replied casually.

At this time, the twelve spiritual cultivators standing beside Feng Xing were all stiff, and they all looked at Feng Ting as if they were monsters.

The Huaxuan Pill is a hundred times more valuable than the Peiling Pill, and it can help spiritual practitioners in the Huaren Realm improve their realm.

If Junior Brother can really refine Huaxuan Pill, shouldn't he also be able to refine Kaigong Pill?

If they really have the Kaigong Pill, spiritual practitioners like them in the Kaiyuan realm can really hope to step into the unattainable realm of turning blades.

Feng Ting looked at the hungry expressions of his seniors, and said with a smile: "I just said to try, I didn't say that it would be successful. And I didn't say that I would help you refine Kaigong Pill."

When everyone heard this, they immediately laughed awkwardly.

Li Yuan hurriedly said: "It is already a great blessing for us to become spiritual practitioners. How dare we ask for more. If Master can go one step further, that is also the greatest blessing for our disciples."

"Senior brother Li, you really can talk, no wonder father likes you." Feng Ting couldn't help but admire Li Yuan's flattering skills.

"Junior Brother, I'm speaking from my heart." Li Yuan emphasized.

"That's what I'm waiting for."

"Yes! If Master can step into the realm of the Underworld, that will be the greatest blessing of Beiwutang."

The others also agreed with a smile. Although they were suspected of being flattering, Feng Ting also knew that although these seniors had mediocre talents, they were all sincere people.

He said: "Then I'll give it a try and see if I can refine a few opening pills by the way."

"Thank you little brother..."

Everyone bowed and saluted one by one, lowering their heads and snickering.

Feng and his party looked at the disciples and said solemnly: "You are his senior brothers, how can you salute him!"

When everyone heard the words, they got up in embarrassment, laughed and said nothing.

Feng Xingxing looked at Feng Ting and said, "If you can really refine the Kai Gong Pill, you should first refine the Kai Gong Pill."

The twelve spiritual cultivators were extremely moved, and they all immediately said: "Junior Brother, we still need to refine the Huaxuan Pill first..."

Feng Ting smiled and said: "Okay, everyone, stop arguing and see how I feel."

If it was in the past, Feng Ting and his party would definitely scold Feng Ting for such brazen words.

But now, he really didn't have the heart to reprimand him, so he could only say: "You refine the elixir, and I will protect you."

Feng Ting smiled and said: "Father, there is no need to protect the Dharma, you let me go back to the back mountain."

Looking at the spring tripod in Feng Ting's hand, Feng and his party vaguely understood why Feng Ting insisted on staying in the back mountain.

If Feng Ting stayed in the Beiwu Hall, there would be many people with mixed eyes, and it would be inevitable that the news of the treasure would be spread.

The back mountain is inaccessible and densely forested, so it is really not easy to be found.

He solemnly said: "Okay, I will let you go back to the back mountain. But you have such a treasure, so you must not be careless."

"Father, I know the truth about the crime of being pregnant." Feng Ting looked at his father.

Feng and his party now feel that his son is more mature and more confident, so he can only nod his head: "Okay, then it's up to you."

"Thank you father."

Both father and son were in a happy mood, and the twelve spiritual practitioners beside them were also happy and relaxed.

Feng and his party said to the twelve spiritual practitioners: "You all stay with Feng Ting. If there is anything, please tell me immediately."

"Yes... Master..."

Everyone bowed and saluted, all of them beaming with joy.

"Go."

Although Feng and his party wanted to have a good chat with their son, but the current situation is complicated, it is safer to let his son go back to the back mountain.

"Father, I'm leaving."

"Master, this disciple resigns..."

Feng Ting took the twelve spiritual practitioners, left the Beiwu Hall, and returned to the pig and cow forest in the back mountain.

When the twelve spiritual practitioners entered the forest, they dispersed separately.

Feng Ting came to the depths of the forest and saw the alienated white elephant sleeping under a big tree.

Although he hadn't seen him for a few hours, the little guy's complexion was obviously much better.

The skin is fairer and brighter, the ears are bigger, the proboscis is more pronounced, and the limbs are stronger.

If it weren't for the bloodletting just because of the alienation, the development of this little guy would be better, and he should have the outline of a white elephant by now.

"Hoohoo."

The little guy suddenly opened his eyes and saw that it was Feng Ting, but he didn't show any affection, so he was about to close his eyes again.

"Sleep later."

Feng Ting took out a cultivation pill and put it into the little guy's mouth.

The little guy swallowed the elixir and went back to sleep.

Feng Ting flew up to the tree, took out the spring tripod and put it away, lying on the tree to enjoy the spring-like aura released by the spring tripod.

With his father's forgiveness, he will be able to do something for his father in the future, and he is in a good mood.

In the first life, he also became famous at a young age, and later became the Thunderbolt Demon Lord.But at this moment, I feel that it is obvious that this life is more successful.

After resting for a while, Feng Ting prepared to take out the medicine cauldron to refine medicine.

Suddenly, his keen perception detected that someone was watching him, or watching the woods.

This person is on the edge of the southeast of the forest, far away from where he is.

Because of the luxuriant trees, that person should not be able to see anything.

Even so, Feng Ting did not take out the medicine cauldron to refine the medicine, but just let the spring cauldron release the aura to warm his body, the medicinal materials hanging on the tree, and this alienated white elephant.

Although the spiritual energy is like a spring, ordinary spiritual practitioners cannot see this spring-like spiritual energy more than ten meters away, let alone peepers far away from the edge of the forest.

Feng Ting didn't disturb the other party, he was trying hard to perceive the other party's breath and realm.

The other party was very careful and did not move at all.

If he hadn't refined the inner alchemy of Ni Tiandiao and his extraordinary perception, he would never have been able to find this voyeur.

As time passed quietly, Feng Ting finally sensed that the other party should be a spiritual cultivator in the realm of the blade, and should have entered a high level.

In the entire Yehai Sect, there are only two high-level Huaren, one is Qian Daoshen, and the other is the suzerain Ou Juncheng.

But for some reason, Feng Ting felt that this person was not Qian Daoshen.

Could it be Oujun City!

If it's really Ou Juncheng, why is he doing this?

Originally, I thought that this person would leave after peeping for a while, if he couldn't find anything, but this person was very patient, as quiet as a rock, as if he couldn't see the information he wanted, so he would not leave.

Feng Ting didn't want to spend any more time with this man because he wanted to refine the Spirit Pill and the Profound Pill for his father.

He put away the spring tripod, stretched his muscles and bones, then flew up and jumped towards a big tree next to him.

"Whoosh."

With a light touch of both feet on this big tree, he continued to rush to another big tree.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Just like that, Feng Ting's figure flew at a high speed, like a shadow flying in the forest.

His movements seemed unintentional, as if he was exercising his muscles and stretching his aura.

At the beginning, he was facing east, but before he knew it, he turned to south.

It was facing the direction where the man was hiding.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Feng Ting didn't spread the phantom wings, but just reached the limit of the fighting king's realm.

Finally, the voyeur moved, and he backed away quietly.

Feng Ting originally planned to scare this person away, but he didn't know if he was too careful, or he didn't take Feng Ting seriously at all. He didn't evacuate quickly, and he always kept away.

This made Feng Ting a little angry, so he followed over intentionally or unintentionally.

He wants to see who this person is.

(End of this chapter)