Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 50 The Sick Disciple in Black

Seeing that Chu Zhongqiu was in such pain, Ding Chundong wanted to speak, but saw Feng Ting looking at him.

That gaze was full of warning, and he swallowed what he wanted to say to Chu Zhongqiu.

Junior brother!Is Chu Zhongqiu so easy to conquer?You are torturing me!

Seeing the bitterness on Ding Chunqiu's face, everyone in Beiwutang secretly laughed.

They all remembered what the younger brother said to Ding Chundong, women are for conquering.

Although the junior brother is young, he is very good at dealing with women.

But this Junior Brother Ding lost his masculinity when he saw Chu Zhongqiu, and it was a bit difficult to conquer!

Li Yuan walked to Feng Ting's side and said in a low voice, "Junior Brother, the time has come."

"Let the brothers come in, I'll see their talents." Feng Ting said casually.

"Okay." Li Yuan agreed, and his figure flew up, suspended in the air, and said loudly: "Brothers, don't hide, come out."

Because there were no people who shouldn't appear to interfere tonight, the disciples who were hiding in the forest appeared quickly.

Li Yuan saw that there were too many people, if they squeezed into the small courtyard, the walls of the courtyard would be crushed.

He then shouted: "Brothers, line up and stand at the door and wait for the junior brother to summon you."

Feng Ting felt that Li Yuan did a good job, so he said to Ding Chundong: "Senior brother Ding, go to my room and bring those two pill boxes."

"Yes."

Ding Chundong agreed, flew into the main room, and took out two big pill boxes.

It is said to be a pill box, but it is actually an ordinary box modified, and it is an ordinary wooden box with a square foot.

Everyone was attracted by the pill box, and they were puzzled and shocked.Such a big pill box!
If it is full, it can hold hundreds of pills.

"Stand up, don't squeeze." Li Yuanfei fell down.

Feng Ting said: "Brother Li Yuan, let the brothers come in one by one."

"Yes." Li Yuan shouted towards the door: "Come in one by one."

A disciple standing at the front came in, dressed in black, he was a disciple of Zuo Xingtang.

He walked up to Feng Ting and said respectfully: "Junior Feng Ting."

Feng Ting sensed it for a while, and felt that although the talent of the Zuo Xingtang disciple was mediocre, he still had the possibility of becoming a spiritual cultivator, so he said to Ding Chundong: "Senior brother Ding, give this brother a cultivation pill, the pill box on the left."

"Yes." Ding Chundong agreed, and opened the pill box on the left, and there were at least fifty cultivation pills inside.

He took one with distress and gave it to the disciple.

"Thank you, Junior Brother Feng Ting." The disciple held the elixir in both hands, and thanked him a thousand times.

The crowd standing in line at the door saw Pei Lingdan, and their enthusiasm suddenly rose.

The second one is a disciple of Qinggong Hall, who also has some talent for spiritual cultivation, and also got a panacea.

The third one is a disciple of Changqing Hall of Zhongyu Peak. Feng Ting sensed that he has no talent for martial arts, so he said: "Brother, you are blocked in the sea of ​​energy, and you can't become a spiritual cultivator. The cultivation pill is useless to you .”

Upon hearing this, the Changqing Palace disciple immediately became embarrassed.

He actually knew that he had no chance of becoming a spiritual cultivator, but if he could get the cultivation pill, he could exchange it for money.

Feng Ting continued: "Give this brother a Hunyuan Pill to enhance his cultivation."

"Yes."

Only then did Ding Chundong understand that the box on the right must be the Hunyuan Pill.

He opened the box and saw that there were more than 100 black pills densely packed inside.

Although the elixir is dim in color, it is also surrounded by aura, which is obviously a panacea.

This disciple of the Changqing Palace originally thought that the Hunyuan Pill was just an ordinary elixir, but when he saw that it was also a panacea, he immediately turned his worries into joy and respectfully thanked him.

Chu Zhongqiu next to him was waiting to watch the fun, but he didn't expect that this disciple of Changqing Palace had no complaints, and was also full of joy.

She sighed in her heart, Feng Ting really can do whatever he wants!No one can control him.

The disciples came in one by one, and Feng Ting judged their talents one by one. If they had the possibility to become spiritual cultivators, they would be given Peiling Pill, if not, they would be given Hunyuan Pill.

A 16-year-old boy, like a master of a generation, sits there, deciding the future of all his disciples.

What is surprising is that none of the disciples refuted Feng Ting's determination, which is enough to show that Feng Ting's determination is really important.

The spiritual cultivators of Beiwutang and the three beauties of Qinggongtang secretly admired Feng Ting's perception ability and extraordinary bearing in their hearts.

Under normal circumstances, it is difficult for a person with a lower realm to perceive the realm of a person whose realm is much higher than their own.

And Feng Ting is only a martial artist in the Douwang realm, he cannot perceive the realm of a spiritual practitioner, let alone perceive the unpredictable talent of spiritual cultivation.

But Feng Ting did what the Four Great Hall Masters and suzerains could do, and he was faster and more confident.

Unknowingly, Feng Ting decided the future of more than 100 people.

Only one tenth of them have the talent for spiritual cultivation, while the rest have more or less deficiencies in spiritual cultivation.

"you……!"

A thin black-clothed disciple stood in front of Feng Ting, and Feng Ting's flow-like decision-making process unexpectedly came to a halt at this moment.

The twelve spiritual practitioners standing beside Feng Ting and the three beauties of Qinggong Hall were all attracted by this disciple unconsciously.

This disciple is thin and thin, with a dark complexion. Looking at it like this, he doesn't seem to be in good health.

"You are sick."

Looking into the black-clothed disciple's eyes, Feng Ting suddenly spoke.

"Junior Brother Feng Ting, what's wrong with me?" The black-clothed disciple's tone was a bit cold.

"Senior brother, wait for me first, and then talk about your illness after it's over," Feng Ting said.

"Junior Brother Feng Ting, don't you need it?" The black-clothed disciple was a little reluctant.

"Your illness is very special, don't delay, just wait for me for a quarter of an hour." Feng Ting said.

"Okay." The black-clothed disciple casually stood aside, his face still cooler than the night.

Feng Ting continued to determine the future of more people, and it was the same for the remaining dozens of people. Only [-]% of the disciples had the talent for spiritual cultivation.

In an hour, more than 200 people got the pill.

The excitement of getting the Peiling Pill was extremely high, and those who got the Hunyuan Pill were also full of surprises.

People didn't want to leave immediately, they continued to gather around the small courtyard, and they didn't know whether they wanted to see more of Junior Brother Feng Ting, or they hoped to get an unexpected surprise.

Feng Ting said to Li Yuan: "Tell the seniors that there will be another pill gift, but the time is undecided."

"Yes."

Li Yuan agreed, flew up, and shouted condescendingly: "Brothers and brothers, there will be another time to give pills, but the time has not been fixed, please leave."

When everyone heard the announcement, they dispersed happily.

Feng Ting got up, and looked at the distant dense forest with some fatigue.

Tonight, in the surrounding forest, there are at least three Huaren realms looking at this small courtyard.

"Junior Brother Feng Ting, is it my turn?"

At this time, the black-clothed disciple who had been waiting quietly came over.

"Brother, come with me." Feng Ting said and walked towards the main room.

The disciple in black followed quietly, and the two entered the main room, closing the door behind them.

Outside the house, the twelve spiritual practitioners outside the door and the three beauties in Qinggong Hall couldn't help but be amazed.

The treatment for this disciple in black is quite high.

In their memory, Feng Ting never seemed to be so special to any disciple.

Hua Fenfei asked: "Which hall is this disciple from?"

Everyone was silent, which meant that no one knew which hall this disciple belonged to.

But this is not surprising, there are as many as [-] disciples in the Fourth Hall of Yehaizong and the Changqing Hall, and no one can know all the disciples.

What's more, the exchanges between the disciples of the four halls are not too much.

Ding Chundong said silently: "I don't know what disease this junior brother has?"

"Will Feng Ting see a doctor?" Chu Zhongqiu said casually.

"Powerful pharmacists are all masters of medicine." Li Yuan said.

"He's only 16 years old, how much does he know about medicine?" Chu Zhongqiu didn't quite believe it.

Ding Chundong said in a low voice: "Junior Junior Brother is very gifted and knows many things better than us."

"Hmph!" Chu Zhongqiu gave Ding Chundong a sidelong glance.

Ding Chundong shyly avoided Chu Zhongqiu's gaze and frowned helplessly.

Everyone stopped talking and looked at the main room with the door closed.

In the room, Feng Ting was taking the pulse of the disciple in black, looking very serious.

The black-clothed disciple looked casually and indifferently, without any nervousness, as if everything was as it should be.

Feng Ting's hand left the black-clothed disciple's cold wrist, looked into the black-clothed disciple's eyes, and asked, "Do you know your illness?"

"I don't know." The disciple in black replied casually.

"The meridians are icy cold, and your body is like an iceberg. You should have died long ago." Feng Ting said.

The black-clothed disciple's eyes flickered slightly, and he said, "Little brother, are you sure?"

"Sure." Feng Ting replied.

"Why don't I think I'm sick." There was a little coldness in the black-clothed disciple's tone.

Feng Ting smiled lightly: "With such a disease, it is better not to know than to know."

"Really?" The black-clothed disciple looked at Feng Ting and said with a smile: "Junior Brother, if you think I'm sick, can I be cured?"

"I can try." Feng Ting said.

"Then please help me, little brother."

Feng Ting took out a black panacea casually and said, "You eat this panacea first."

"Little brother, is this a panacea?"

"No, this is the Thick Earth Pill, an ordinary pill that strengthens the foundation and cultivates the essence." Feng Ting said.

Hearing this, the disciple in black asked puzzledly: "Little brother, you said that I am seriously ill and will die at any time. What effect can this ordinary medicine have?"

Feng Ting smiled and said, "Prescribing the right medicine is the best treatment."

The black-clothed disciple twitched his brows slightly, and said, "Okay, thank you little junior brother."

"you are welcome."

The black-clothed disciple swallowed the thick earth pill, looked at Feng Ting again, and said, "Little brother, do you think I have the talent for spiritual cultivation?"

Feng Ting smiled and said, "Yes."

"Then please give me a cultivation pill." The black-clothed disciple did not forget his purpose of coming here tonight.

"of course can."

"Junior brother, then I'll go first." The black-clothed disciple said.

"At this time tomorrow, if you come here again, I will prescribe the right medicine." Feng Ting said.

"Okay." The disciple in black agreed.

Therefore, Feng Ting sent the black-clothed disciple out, and asked Ding Chundong to give the black-clothed disciple a spiritual cultivation pill.

(End of this chapter)