Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 5
The pig and cattle forest has a radius of ten miles, and it is the most lush vegetation in Beiyan Peak.

Feng Ting entered the depths of the forest, flew onto the largest tree in the forest, took out two seeds of the magic shape grass, buried them in the trunk, and took out a spring tripod and placed them between the branches.

Then he lay down on the tree trunk and quietly closed his eyes.

After a while, a rich and visible spiritual energy flowed out of the spring tripod, floating in the air like transparent spring water.

Some of these spring-like spiritual energy entered Feng Ting's body to warm and nourish his body.

Another part was absorbed by the seeds of the magic-shaped grass. With the process of absorption, the seeds seemed to burst open and germinate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Originally in the eighth life, Feng Ting had prepared a lot of treasures for the rebirth of the ninth life, which were scattered and buried in many places in the Wuling Starfield, but he never expected that time would turn back in this rebirth. Years later, the treasure is nothing but a void.

Fortunately, he still remembered this treasure chest, so he could have several treasures handed down from ancient times.

After living nine lifetimes, he has discovered countless treasures, but most of them are too far away from this place, and they are all in dangerous places, so there is no need to rush to find them.

The most important thing right now is to cultivate the mutated beast first, and obtain the essence and blood to temper the body.

The night is cool, surrounded by spiritual springs, just like the aura of a fairy palace.

That night, Feng Ting quietly enjoyed the aura released by the spring tripod.

In the morning, he opened his eyes, feeling refreshed, light and healthy.

"Whoosh."

Feng Tingfei got off the big tree, and when he stood still, he casually threw a straight punch.

"Boom boom boom."

Three invisible forces erupted, shaking the surrounding trees, and even more shocking, the fragrant pigs and medicinal cattle scattered away.

After calming down and adjusting, he punched out again.

"Boom boom boom."

Another three invisible forces burst out, still shaking the surrounding trees, and leaves fell down.

Originally, to practice this word Bengquan, you need to punch continuously in the most swift and violent way, so that the spiritual energy in your body will surge and be unstoppable.

However, Feng Ting was worried that the aura in his body would be too violent, so he rushed directly into the spiritual sea. If he succeeded in leading the spirit into the sea and became a spiritual cultivator, the loss outweighed the gain.

So he can only practice in the most clumsy way again and again, and when fighting against his opponent, he can't attack consecutively many times.

Before completely controlling the thunderbolt in the body, one must not lead the spirit into the sea.

Otherwise, everything he did would be in vain.

However, because of the ancient cultivation method, which runs counter to the cultivation method of the Wuling Starfield, this cultivation method is simple and difficult, especially exhausting physical strength and energy, and Feng Ting's head is sweating in a short while.

"Little Junior Brother."

Suddenly, Ding Chundong's voice came.

Feng Ting retracted, wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and looked over.

Seeing Ding Chundong coming out of the forest with a simple and honest face, he said to him: "Junior brother, it's time to eat."

"Ah."

In fact, Feng Ting enjoyed the warmth of the spiritual spring all night, and he didn't feel hungry, but he should take a rest right now.

So, the two walked out of the forest.

Walking out of the woods, Feng Ting saw a fat man standing there.

It was senior brother Li Yuan.

It must be that the martial arts competition between him and Qian Yao yesterday has spread, so Li Yuan came to visit him specially.

Feng Ting has lived nine lives, how could he not know how much his seniors love him.

"Little Junior Brother... Morning."

Li Yuan greeted Feng Ting happily.

"Morning, Senior Brother Li Yuan."

The three of them walked into the yard together, and the smell of food came to their nostrils.

Seeing the four dishes on the table with good color, fragrance and taste, Feng Ting smiled and said: "Senior Brother Ding, it's a bit too extravagant to eat four dishes early in the morning, right?"

"Junior brother, isn't this you here? I usually eat one dish and one meal." Ding Chundong hurriedly explained.

Li Yuan said with a smile: "I also enjoy the honor of my junior brother, and I have a good meal."

"Senior brother Li and junior brother, sit down." Ding Chundong served the two of them a meal.

After Li Yuan and Feng Ting sat down, Ding Chundong handed the chopsticks to them, and the three happily ate.

But as expected, as Feng Ting expected, Li Yuan suddenly said after not eating a few mouthfuls: "Junior brother, I heard that you defeated Qian Yao with one move?"

"Ah."

Ding Chundong hurriedly corrected: "It was the same move that defeated Qian Yao twice."

Li Yuan laughed and said: "Little brother, all the brothers know that you are the most talented in our Beiwu Hall, your future should not be in this forest, Baodian Pavilion is the place you should go. Although you missed it this time Exam, but as long as you return to Beiwutang to practice seriously, you can still pass the imperial examination two years later."

"Little brother, brother Li is right..."

Ding Chundong was about to agree, but then he thought about his junior brother leaving, and he was the only one left in the forest, he couldn't help feeling a little desolate.

(End of this chapter)