Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 52

Ding Chundong immediately opened the pill box, and there were twelve radiant pills inside.

"This can't be a kaigong pill!"

"Who has seen Kai Gong Dan!"

"We don't know whether Ye Haizong has Kaigong Pill or not. Where have you seen it?"

"should be!"

Everyone was surprised and confused, and there was a lot of discussion.

Ding Chundong flew to the door of the main room, and asked in a low voice: "Junior brother, is this Kai Gong Dan?"

"What do you think?"

Hearing this rhetorical question, Ding Chundong was overjoyed, and bowed to salute: "Thank you little junior brother, thank you little junior brother."

"Don't waste my elixir." A serious voice came from the room.

"No, we will definitely live up to the expectations of our little brother."

The senior brothers have heard the conversation between Feng Ting and Ding Chundong, and have confirmed that this is Kai Gong Dan.

"It's unbelievable!"

"Twelve, one for each of us."

"Let's divide."

Several people were busy separating Gongdan.

In the main room, Feng Ting sat quietly, playing with the pill box in his right hand, waiting for the disciple in black to appear.

"Junior brother, that junior brother came last night."

Not long after, Ding Chundong's voice came from outside the door, and Feng Ting said, "Let him in."

"Yes."

The door opened, and that thin figure walked into the room, still dressed in black, with his dark complexion, he looked like a young coolie from afar.

"Sit down." He said casually.

"En." The black-clothed disciple sat down.

"How do you feel after taking my elixir?" Feng Ting asked as he looked into the black-clothed disciple's dark eyes.

The disciple in black shook his head slightly: "I don't feel it."

Feng Ting stretched out his hand, and the disciple in black also stretched out his hand, asking Feng Ting to feel his pulse.

Feng Ting's fingers touched the cold pulse of the black-clothed disciple, and he frowned slightly: "Sure enough, there is no sign of improvement."

The disciple in black said indifferently: "Junior brother, maybe I'm not sick at all."

"You are sick, and very sick. If you don't treat it, you won't survive for three months." Feng Ting's hand gently left the black-clothed disciple's pulse.

The black-clothed disciple frowned slightly: "Junior Brother Feng Ting, what you said seems to be too serious."

"Actually, you know that you won't live for three months." Feng Ting said confidently.

"I don't know." The black-clothed disciple insisted.

Feng Ting shook his head slightly: "If a person hears that he can only live for three months, he will definitely panic, but you didn't, which means you already knew."

The black-clothed disciple said boredly: "If anyone speaks alarmistly, I will panic. Wouldn't I have been scared to death long ago?"

"But I'm not just a random person. My weight and influence in Ye Haizong are no worse than any hall master. You shouldn't believe me when I say it," Feng Ting said.

The black-clothed disciple laughed boredly: "Junior Feng Ting, you are just a child."

Feng Ting's eyes turned cold: "At this moment, no one in the Yehai Sect dares to treat me like a child. Aren't you a disciple of the Yehai Sect?"

Hearing this, the black-clothed disciple's boring smile still didn't disappear, but became even stronger: "So what?"

"If you pretend to be a disciple of the Yehai Sect, I can kill you." Feng Ting said suddenly.

The black-clothed disciple looked at Feng Ting disapprovingly: "Can you kill me?"

At this time, Feng Ting became silent, and tried his best to sense the aura fluctuations in the black-clothed disciple's body.

This is the aura that an ordinary martial artist should have, but this domineering and casual attitude is not like a martial artist anyway.

The black-clothed disciple stopped looking at Feng Ting, and just sat casually, as if this was his home.

Finally, Feng Ting said: "I have a elixir here, try again."

As soon as this elixir appeared, the room instantly lit up red, as if surrounded by fire.

All this is because of the radiance released from this elixir. This ray is like a burning flame, and wherever it reaches, it seems that the fire is soaring into the sky.

The eyes of the black-clothed disciple were also illuminated by the fire, and there was a faint light in the dark and deep pupils.

"You eat first, and come to me at this time tomorrow." Feng Ting said.

The cold and slender fingers of the black-clothed disciple pinched the flaming elixir, glanced at Feng Ting, put the elixir into his mouth, and swallowed it resolutely.

Then he frowned slightly, revealing a look of pain.

Seeing this scene, Feng Ting said again: "For twelve hours, you will have to bear the pain of being burned by the fire."

The black-clothed disciple raised his dark and deep eyes, looked at Feng Ting for a while, and then said, "See you tomorrow."

After speaking, he got up and walked out of the room.

"Little brother, are you okay!"

Then, Ding Chundong's voice came from outside the door.

"fine."

Feng Ting stood up, pushed open the door, and saw twelve spiritual practitioners standing on the left and right, looking at him with concern.

"Junior Brother, we don't think he is a disciple of the Yehai Sect." Ding Chundong said in a low voice.

Feng Ting casually smiled: "You guys know?"

"Junior brother, you already knew?" Ding Chundong was shocked.

"of course."

"He can't be a spy sent by the Rogue Sect?" Ding Chundong asked.

Feng Ting shook his head slightly: "He also knew that I knew that he was not a disciple of the Yehai Sect. If he was a spy, he would never come again tonight."

"Then who is he?" Li Yuan asked in surprise.

"How do I know?" Feng Ting asked back.

"No, we must find out his origin." Li Yuan said firmly.

"Need not."

Li Yuan hurriedly said: "Little brother, we have offended many people recently, so don't be careless!"

"If he wanted to deal with me, something would have happened to me." Feng Ting laughed.

"Junior brother, I don't quite understand?" Li Yuan looked at Feng Ting in confusion.

The other 11 people also looked at Feng Ting, waiting for Feng Ting to explain the meaning of this sentence.

Why did the other party want to fight him? Something should have happened to him long ago.

Feng Ting said: "I think he is very powerful."

"Strong! Junior brother, he is just a mid-level martial artist." Li Yuan said immediately.

"At least I can't beat him." Feng Ting laughed.

"Junior brother, is there a stronger martial artist than you in this world?" Li Yuan was very puzzled.

Feng Ting looked up at the night sky in the distance, and smiled confidently: "Of course not."

"Then you say you can't beat him?" Li Yuan asked after him.

"He should be a spiritual cultivator, but he just hid his cultivation level." Feng Ting said silently.

When everyone heard this, they were astonished.

They have never heard that the realm cultivation can be hidden. If this is the case, then does the junior brother also hide the realm cultivation?

Ding Chundong asked: "Junior brother, can the realm be hidden?"

"Should be able to."

"Then... Junior Brother, are you also hiding your realm and cultivation, you are actually a powerful spiritual practitioner?" Ding Chundong asked foolishly.

"Of course...not." Feng Ting frowned.

Ding Chundong smiled smugly: "Then junior brother, do you know how the black-clothed disciple hid his cultivation?"

"I don't know." Feng Ting shook his head.

When everyone heard the words, they all frowned and remained silent.

Feng Ting didn't know how to hide his realm cultivation, but he thought that others hid his realm cultivation. This explanation is too far-fetched.

But everyone can only accept it and cannot refute it.

"what."

Suddenly, a scream came from a distance, although the sound was very soft, but it was still in the dead of night, so it still spread into the small courtyard.

"Go and see."

Feng Ting said as he moved his body, he followed the sound and left.

His speed is astounding.

Although the twelve spiritual practitioners were also very fast, they still didn't catch Feng Ting's figure. When they flew three miles and arrived at a forest, they saw Feng Ting standing next to a black-clothed corpse.

"Who are you?" Feng Ting asked the corpse.

It was only then that the twelve spiritual practitioners discovered that the man in black was not yet a corpse for the time being, and he still had a breath.

But his throat was cut, and he actually lost the ability to speak.

"Are you from the Rogue Sect?" Feng Ting asked himself.

Hei Yi just looked at Feng Ting in horror, didn't answer, and couldn't answer.

"Who killed you?"

While Feng Ting asked again, he squatted down slowly, checking the black clothes for the wound on his throat.

The twelve spiritual cultivators also squatted down to examine the wound carefully.

Ding Chundong said: "This wound seems to be cut, the person who killed him was so fast!"

"You don't even look at his realm, the speed is not fast, can you kill him with one sword?" Feng Ting said casually.

"His realm is much higher than mine, and I can't perceive his realm." Ding Chundong said awkwardly.

"Elementary Blade Transformation." Feng Ting replied.

"Elementary level of the blade, was killed by a sword!"

Everyone was shocked, so the murderer should at least be a high-level Huaren.

Within Ye Haizong, only suzerain Ou Juncheng and grand elder Chen Ying have this strength.

Feng Ting said casually: "The Supreme Elder and the Sect Master can't use such a sharp sword move, not to mention they are so cautious, how could they use this thunderous method to offend the Rogue Sect?"

"Who would that be?"

Everyone was shocked again. Could it be that Ye Haizong has a more powerful master?
At this time, the man in black finally couldn't hold on, tilted his head, and died completely.

Feng Ting reached out and touched the wound of the man in black, feeling the scorching heat, as if he had been burned.

His eyes were fixed, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The twelve spiritual cultivators were all wearing black clothes, and no one saw Feng Ting's smile.

"Senior Brother Li Yuan, take him to Zhongyu Peak, and tell the bandit sect to commit crimes, and ask the suzerain how to deal with it." Feng Ting said casually.

Li Yuan asked: "If the suzerain asks who killed him, how should we answer?"

"Tell the truth." Feng Ting said.

"The suzerain may not believe it." Li Yuan laughed.

"It's best if you don't believe me." Feng Ting smiled lightly.

Li Yuan didn't understand, so he wanted to ask again, but seeing that Feng Ting had already flew away, he could only order Lu Bin, Li Jie, Dong Sheng, and He Zhong to lift up the body and go to Zhongyu Peak with him.

The rest of Ding Chundong and others went back to the small courtyard to protect the junior brother.

The night was dark, and the entire Yehai Sect was silent, and this small courtyard on the mountain behind the Beiwutang was even quieter.

But in the nearby forest, Feng Ting was busy refining medicine.

Now he needs to refine the Blood Cleansing Pill that he needs, the Kaigong Pill that his seniors need, the Profound Transformation Pill that his father needs, and the Huorong Pill that the disciple in black needs.

The refining of this Huo Rong Dan is the most difficult. He needs more precious medicinal materials, more spiritual energy, and most importantly, an extremely powerful flame.

If it weren't for his pill flame, he would not be able to refine the Huo Rong Pill.

"Crack."

Suddenly, the medicine cauldron made a soft sound, and a not-so-clear crack appeared.

Feng Ting frowned helplessly, the medicine cauldron was about to be scrapped, and a better medicine cauldron had to be made.

(End of this chapter)