Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 484
A young man came in front of the middle-aged man and the man, and he whispered, "This young man seems to be Feng Ting from the Star Observation Academy."
"Who is Feng Ting?" the middle-aged man asked.

"It is said that he avenged Dean Zhuang and killed Chi Guangnian, the strong man in the frontier." The man immediately remembered.

"He killed Chi Guangnian! How is this possible?" Although the middle-aged man hadn't been out of the Holy Academy for a long time, he still knew who Chi Guangnian was.

"Young man, are you Feng Ting?" the young man asked.

"If it's fake, it's guaranteed." Feng Ting continued to look for books without looking at the three of them.

"It's really Feng Ting!" The man frowned. Although he knew the name Feng Ting and knew that Feng Ting was young, the boy in front of him was still too young.

The young man said in a low voice: "Just now he dodged the grasp of the two senior brothers, which is not something ordinary martial practitioners can do."
"En." The man nodded, feeling that the boy in front of him was Feng Ting.

"Can he really kill Chi Guangnian?" The middle-aged man still didn't believe it.

"Brothers, think about it, who can come in without the permission of the Holy Court?" the young man reminded.

"That's right!" This time, the middle-aged man felt it made sense.

The man rubbed his head, and said with a smile, "I've been reading all day, and I'm getting confused."
The young man said with a smile: "Senior brothers, if you have time, go out and walk more, look at the sky, see the customs and customs outside, and feel the beauty of time."
"What's so interesting about those things, it's better to read here." The middle-aged man said stubbornly.

The young man frowned slightly, but did not refute.

"Okay, since he didn't break in, let's not worry about it." The man smiled.

The middle-aged man looked at Feng Ting who had walked several tens of meters away, and said dissatisfiedly: "He will be very angry if he reads like this."
"Senior brothers, I'm going to read a book." The young man left.

The man also said: "Brother, don't worry about him, we read our books, and he hangs out at his own."
The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly, sighed, and continued to read.

Before you know it, it's already dark.

The Book Collection Pavilion in the Holy Academy is not like the Book Collection Pavilion in the Stargazing Academy. It is not closed at night, and those who read books can read all night.

Feng Ting naturally did not leave, he continued to search for the book he wanted to find.There are many people who study all night like him, so there is basically no change in the number of people on this floor.

But like Feng Ting, there is no one who walks around and reads books.These students are very quiet, almost motionless, just like the statues in the library.

Throughout the night, Feng Ting walked around. At dawn, he scanned all the books on this floor, but found no useful classics.

He walked upstairs, and this time, he attracted many eyes.Especially the three people who had interacted with him yesterday were obviously dissatisfied with Feng Ting's behavior at the moment.But they didn't stop Feng Ting anymore, because there is no rule here that you can't go to the second floor if you haven't finished reading the books on the first floor.

As long as you are a student of the Holy Academy, you can study anywhere in Zangshu Pavilion.

Feng Ting went up to the second floor, and saw hundreds of people reading books here, and they were all very serious like the people on the first floor.There is really an atmosphere of not listening to things outside the window and only reading sage books.

An hour later, his behavior of walking around aroused the disgust of several students, and these students also came forward to inquire.Feng Ting's answer was simple, he couldn't find the book he wanted to read.These people didn't doubt Feng Ting's identity, they just told Feng Ting to be humble when studying, and left.

Of course Feng Ting was not as knowledgeable as these nerds, he went his own way and continued looking for books.His purpose of going to the Holy Court was very simple, to find books he hadn't read, to find the exercises that could hurt Xiao Ning, and also to try to find information related to Thunderbolt.

But he actually felt that what he wanted to find was definitely not easy to find.

Even though I know it's far-fetched, I still have to try.Because of these two things, I really can't delay any longer.Especially Xiao Ning's illness, there is only one year left.

Another day and night passed in a blink of an eye, and he scanned all the books on the second floor, although there was one that he could read a few more times by chance.But it's just a few more glances, and it has no actual value.

Looking for books continued, he went up three floors in the eyes of many people.

There are also hundreds of people on the third floor, and they all study hard, and they also look old-fashioned, a bunch of nerds.

But fortunately, nothing happened on the first floor and the second floor.Although there were occasional people who looked at him a few more times and showed dissatisfaction in their eyes, no one came forward to warn Feng Ting.

Another day and night passed, and he also scanned the books on the third floor.Although there were books that he could read seriously, there were none of the books he was looking for.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and he had been in this building for three days and three nights.But he didn't feel tired, just like those nerds.He believed that some of those nerds must have stayed in the building for a month, or even longer.

Stepping downstairs, walked out of Building No. [-] of Zangshu Pavilion, and walked towards Building No. [-].

Walking into Building No. [-] is like going through the wrong door and returning to Building No. [-] again.There are rows of bookcases, densely packed classics, and hundreds of people are sparsely studying hard.Everyone also looks a little old, a little old, and a bunch of nerds.

Feng Ting smiled helplessly, walked into the bookshelf, and started looking for books.

After looking for it for a while, many people would stare at him for his behavior, but it was just a supercilious look, and no one came up to criticize his behavior.

Feng Ting's footsteps were fast, and the pace of time was also fast, and the day and night passed in the blink of an eye.He scanned all the books on this floor, and the process was similar to before, and there were still readable books.But it didn't help Xiao Ning's illness and control Thunderbolt.

Continue to go upstairs, continue to scan books, continue to accept those old nerds, continue to ignore.

Time continued to flow, and his speed continued to sweep a floor day and night.

He spent another three days and three nights in Building No. [-].

Go downstairs and go to Building Three.

Continue to scan the book, continue to ignore the white eyes and dissatisfaction, and continue to be disappointed.

After another three days and three nights, he swept Building No. [-] again.

Then came Building No. [-] and Building No. [-]. It was the same as before. One building took three days and three nights to sweep all five buildings in Zangshu Pavilion.

He went downstairs and stood outside the door of Building No. [-], looking at the bright sun in the east, with a look of disappointment on his face.In fact, he was a little tired in his heart. After spending so much time, he got nothing. Anyone would feel tired.

Are there only these books in the Holy Academy?

Is this half a month wasted like this?
For half a month, he didn't eat or drink, he didn't feel hungry, thirsty, or tired.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked past him, he grabbed the middle-aged man and asked, "How do I get to the dean's office building?"
"What are you going to do?" The middle-aged man wondered.

"Of course I went to find the dean." Feng Ting was a little impatient.

"What do you want to do with the dean?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Ask the Holy Academy if there are any books to read." Feng Ting said displeased.

"Is there no classic in Zangshuge?" The middle-aged man also showed displeasure.

"No." Feng Ting replied indifferently.

"Young people had better not be too rampant." The middle-aged people were even more displeased.

"Are all the students in the Holy Academy as verbose as you?" Feng Ting frowned slightly.

The middle-aged man was discriminated against, he flicked his sleeves: "Young man, you are too rude."
"I'm just telling the truth." Feng Ting said with a disdainful smile, "I'm just asking you for directions, do you need to talk so much nonsense to me?"
"Young man, do you dare to scold me?" The middle-aged man was angry.

"Did I scold you? I don't think so, but if you think I scolded you, then I will scold you." Feng Ting was angry.

"Young man, I want to teach you a lesson!" The middle-aged man felt that Feng Ting was just a martial artist, and he thought it was normal for him to teach a martial artist a lesson.

"Come on." Feng Ting was depressed, and raised his hand as a gesture of invitation.

"Youth, presumptuous, rude!"
The middle-aged man made a move. With a flick of his sleeve, a wave of spiritual power rushed towards Feng Ting.He is the first level of Xuanhu, and in a place like the Holy Court, this realm is just a common one.But he thought that what he was facing was a young martial arts practitioner, and with a flick of his sleeve, he could blow the young man away.

"boom."
With a thrust of Feng Ting's fist, he punched the middle-aged man's sleeve.The eighth level of Yizi Bengquan, he is now at the beginning of Feidu, this punch is enough to easily repel a high-level Xuanhu attack.Even facing the elementary level of Burning City, they won't suffer a loss.So he smashed on the middle-aged man's sleeve, and immediately smashed the middle-aged man's sleeve to pieces, and the middle-aged man was also sent flying.

Although the middle-aged man who fell to the ground was not seriously injured, the psychological shock was far greater than the physical shock.He was actually blown away by a martial arts youth, he felt a bit like dreaming.

"Aren't you going to teach me a lesson? Come again!" Feng Ting said angrily.

"Young man, I fell in love with you for a while." The middle-aged man thought it was an accident. He thought that he had studied too hard and lacked energy, which is why such an impossible thing happened.

He flew up and rushed towards Feng Ting.In the air, with a wrong palm, two strands of spiritual power slapped towards Feng Ting.

Feng Ting's figure shook, and a wave of aura turned into a heavy hammer and blasted out.

"boom."
The two spiritual powers of the middle-aged man were scattered by the heavy hammer, and he was also sent flying again by the remaining power of the heavy hammer.

how can that be!

The middle-aged man was lying on the ground, looking at Feng Ting in disbelief, with endless confusion in his eyes.Although he was not injured, his heart ached even more than being injured.

At this time, a young man rushed out from Building No. [-], flew up to the middle-aged man, stretched out his hand to support the middle-aged man, and asked, "Brother, are you alright?"
"I'm fine...how could he be defeated by him? The tone of the middle-aged man was as confused as his eyes.

"He is Feng Ting. A few days ago, he once killed Chi Guangnian, a strong man in Fengjiang." The young man explained in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)