Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 51 The Strongest Beiwu Hall
Everyone felt a little strange watching the indifferent figure of the black-clothed disciple disappear into the night.

Ding Chundong asked: "Little Junior Brother, what's wrong with this Junior Brother?"

"No serious illness." Feng Ting replied casually.

"Oh."

Ding Chundong didn't quite believe it, but he didn't continue to ask.

Seeing that Hua Fenfei, Xin Han, and Chu Zhongqiu hadn't left yet, Feng Ting said, "Senior Brother Ding, have you given the spirit pills to Senior Sister Hua and Senior Sister Xin?"

"Not yet." Ding Chundong frowned awkwardly.

"Two for Senior Sister Hua, and two for Senior Sister Xin." Feng Ting said casually.

"Yes." Ding Chundong opened the pill box, took out four Peiling pills, gave two to Hua Fenfei and two to Xin Han.

Hua Fenfei and Xin Han took the Peiling Pill, knowing that it was for Chu Zhongqiu.

They also knew that they could give the pill to Chu Zhongqiu, but this process would definitely make Chu Zhongqiu very unhappy.

"Humph."

Chu Zhongqiu snorted softly and said, "Senior Sister Hua, Junior Sister Xin, let's go."

Hua Fenfei and Xin Han said goodbye to Feng Ting and the others, and followed Chu Zhongqiu to the gate of the courtyard.

"Senior Sister Hua, Senior Sister Chu, and Junior Sister Xin, I will see you off." Ding Chundong followed the three of them and sent them out.

Seeing the backs of the three people disappear, Ding Chundong returned to the small courtyard.

Feng Ting looked at Ding Chundong and said seriously: "Senior Brother Ding, I told you that women are for conquering, not for fear."

"Little brother, I am not afraid."

"It's not fear, but guilt?" Feng Ting asked back.

Hearing this, Ding Chundong lowered his head in embarrassment: "Junior brother, actually I didn't see anything three years ago."

"Then do you want to watch it now?" Feng Ting smiled.

"Little brother...don't make fun of me anymore!"

Ding Chundong had bitterness on his face, but a smile in his eyes.

Feng Ting said angrily: "Senior Brother Ding, if you continue like this, you will never want to push Senior Sister Chu down for the rest of your life."

"Junior brother... how can you say such... embarrassing!" Ding Chundong lowered his head, wishing to hide.

"Ha ha……"

The other eleven spiritual practitioners all laughed.

Feng Ting's eyes casually looked at the surrounding mountains and forests, and there was only one of the few peeping blade experts left.

Suddenly, a tall figure flew out of the dense forest and landed in the small courtyard like lightning.

"Master..."

Twelve spiritual cultivators bowed and saluted, and paid homage to Master Feng and his party.

"Ah."

Feng Xing looked at Feng Ting.

"Father, sit down." Feng Ting said with a smile.

Feng and his party sat down, and Ding Chundong poured tea immediately.

Feng Ting waited for his father to take a sip of tea, and said calmly, "Father, who have you seen?"

Feng Xingxing's face was slightly condensed, and instead of answering Feng Ting's question, he took another sip of tea.

Seeing that his father didn't want to say anything, Feng Ting said casually, "Father, the Suzerain is here, Hall Master Kou Zhen is here, and Uncle Jiang Bei is here too."

Feng Xingxing looked at Feng Ting and said, "Yes."

"The brothers of the Qu family no longer think that the treasure is in my hands, but the elders of the sect seem to have some ideas." Feng Ting casually mentioned.

"Maybe they just want to see you." Feng Xingxing said.

Feng Ting looked calm, and said with a smile: "Father, strength is the truth, it's time to think about yourself."

Feng Xingxing frowned: "I have no right to take it back to Zuo Xingtang."

"But father has the strength to return to Zuo Xingtang." Feng Ting looked at his father and said solemnly: "As long as father gives an order, most of the disciples from Zuo Xingtang can go to Beiwutang."

Feng and his party looked at Feng Ting, fell silent for a moment, and asked, "Feng Ting, do you really think I need to do this?"

Feng Ting smiled and said: "Father, if it weren't for the fact that the Supreme Elder only recognizes strength, how could Qian Daoshen dare to covet the position of suzerain at will. In Ye Haizong, from top to bottom, they only recognize strength. If it wasn't for my strength, I've now been killed over and over again."

Feng and his party picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea solemnly.

Li Yuan next to him said in a low voice: "Master, what my junior brother said makes sense. No matter who takes over Zuo Xingtang, it must be the strongest party."

Ding Chundong also said in a very low voice: "Master, since there must always be one side that is strong, why can't our Beiwu Hall be strong?"

Feng Ting continued: "Father, no matter whether you accept Zuo Xingtang or not, our Beiwutang has become stronger. With the lessons learned from Qian Daoshen, the suzerain will be very afraid of any party becoming stronger. If you want Beiwutang to be safe, It can only be so strong that everyone fears and retreats."

Feng Xingxing couldn't hear his son's ambition, but if he also had such thoughts, it would be no different from the Qian family!

His eyes slowly moved away from Feng Ting's face, he stood up slowly, and looked in the direction of Zhongyu Peak.

Feng Ting also stood up, looked in Zhongyufeng's direction, and said, "Father, I will never allow Beiwutang to be as non-competitive as before."

Feng Xing closed his eyes slightly, and said heavily: "Then let's take it back to the left punishment hall first."

Feng Ting laughed, and so did the twelve spiritual practitioners.

The next day, half of the hundreds of disciples from Zuo Xingtang who had no leader quietly came to Beiwutang and proposed to worship Beiwutang.

100 years ago, the Baodian Pavilion was established, and it was stipulated that disciples of spiritual cultivation in the sect must enter the Baodian Pavilion to practice.

Furthermore, there is another rule that the disciples in the four main halls and even the Changqing Hall can also flow naturally and choose places they like to practice.

It's just that for so many years, there are only a handful of disciples who have switched to other halls.And for the harmony of the four halls, the masters of the four halls generally would not accept disciples from other halls.

But this morning, Feng and his entourage, the master of Beiwu Hall, decisively accepted more than 300 martial arts disciples from Zuo Xingtang.

These disciples were just the beginning. Seeing this situation, the remaining 500 disciples of Zuo Xing Tang also transferred to Bei Wu Tang as quickly as possible.

In just two hours, more than 800 disciples from Zuo Xing Hall became Bei Wu Hall disciples.

What is even more astonishing is that although these disciples are no longer disciples of Zuo Xingtang, they have not left Zuo Xingtang.

In other words, the current Zuo Xing Hall is occupied by the disciples of Bei Wu Hall.

At this time, the Zuo Xingtang had already existed in name only.

When such an important event happened, Changqing Hall didn't say anything, and Baodian Pavilion didn't say anything.

In the middle of the night, Feng Ting came out of Zhu Niu Lin and walked into the courtyard.

I saw my father's tall figure standing in the small courtyard, and twelve spiritual practitioners lined up on both sides, waiting for him.

"Father." Feng Ting stepped forward to salute.

"Sit down." Feng Xingxing sat down first.

Feng Ting sat down, picked up the tea that had already been poured, and took a sip.

Feng Xing said: "I didn't expect it to be so easy."

Feng Ting smiled and said: "That's because everyone knows that my Beiwutang is the strongest at the moment."

Although Feng Xingxing was a bit heavy, he still smiled unconsciously when he heard this sentence: "It's all because of you."

Feng Ting smiled and said, "Father is the leader of Beiwutang."

Feng and his party looked at Feng Ting, thinking that his son could not become a spiritual cultivator, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

Feng Ting casually took a pill box, put it on the table, and said, "Father, these are two Huaxuan pills. After father eats them, he will definitely be able to enter the advanced level of Huaren."

Feng Xingxing gently opened the pill box, looked at the radiant pill, unable to keep calm: "Your medicine refining technique is amazing!"

Feng Ting smiled and said, "Father, this is for you too."

With that said, he took off the Ben Lei waist armor from his waist and put it on the table.

"What is this?" Feng Xingxing asked in surprise.

Feng Ting said with a smile: "With this Benlei waist armor, my father's strength and speed can be increased a lot, and he should be able to easily win against any high-level Huaren."

Hearing this, Feng Xingxing was horrified and asked, "Where did you get such a treasure?"

"I picked it up with Quan Ding." Feng Ting replied.

"Your cultivation base is still low, and you need this treasure even more." Feng Xingxing said.

Feng Ting said with a smile: "Father, you now have the most disciples of the Ye Haizong, and you need to be worthy of it."

Feng Xingyi also understands this truth, but his son cannot cultivate spirituality all his life, so he needs such a treasure for self-defense.

Seeing his father's hesitation, Feng Ting said, "Father, I didn't say I would give you this Benlei waist armor. I just lent it to you to support the scene. When I need it, you will return it to me."

Feng Xingxing laughed immediately when he heard the words, and sighed and nodded: "Okay, then lend me a support first."

"When my father has stepped into the high level of Huaren, and then equipped with this Benlei waist armor, even in the face of the elders, he will be invincible. My father is the No. 1 of this Ye Haizong." Feng Ting laughed. road.

"Yeah." Of course Feng Xing understood this truth.

Seeing that the business was done, Feng Ting said, "Father, a senior brother will come to see me later, so I won't keep you here."

"Where is the senior brother?" Feng Ting asked.

"Of course it's Ye Haizong's senior brother. He has some minor problems. I'll help him take a look." Feng Ting said.

"it is good."

Feng Xing got up, tied the Ben Lei waist armor around his waist, and suddenly felt as light as a swallow, and had extraordinary strength.

He said in surprise: "This treasure really works."

"Of course it works."

Feng Ting thought to himself, this Benlei Waist Armor is used by spiritual practitioners, it can only increase some speed and strength.

If I am a talented martial artist like me, I can increase the speed.

The reason why he gave the Benlei waist armor to his father is because he now has phantom wings and is not lacking in speed.

As for strength, after refining the body with the blood of the white elephant, it also increased a lot.And at this moment, father needs to increase his strength to suppress those restless people in Ye Haizong.

Feng and his party really wanted to say thank you to his son, but because of face, he just said with emotion: "Having you is my blessing."

"Haha...Father, this is not like what you said." Feng Ting laughed.

Feng Xingxing frowned: "It doesn't sound like what I said." After speaking, he was shocked and flew away.

so fast!
The twelve spiritual cultivators secretly exclaimed when they saw the master disappearing in the blink of an eye, this little junior brother is really amazing!
Ding Chundong leaned close to Feng Ting, and said in a low voice: "Junior brother, you were brave and invincible before, and you also have the credit for running the thunder waist armor?"

"Ah."

"Little brother, you have given him to Master now, what should you do?"

"Didn't I have you guys?" Feng Ting laughed.

The twelve spiritual practitioners were a little embarrassed when they heard this.

Ding Chundong said: "Junior brother, my brothers and I can indeed swear to the death to protect this little brother, but our strength is low, so we are afraid that we will miss him."

Feng Ting smiled disdainfully: "Don't you just want this?"

He said and put a pill box on the table, then walked into the main room.

(End of this chapter)