Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 679
As soon as the middle-aged man heard the master's confession, his complexion suddenly changed.

At this moment, he somewhat understood why the master came to look for that senior, and he also knew why the master didn't seem to care whether he could find it.It turned out that the master had passed away not long ago, and he just wanted to visit the place where he had left good memories.

Feng Ting looked at the old man and said, "Senior, may I check the pulse of senior?"

"Okay." The old man smiled peacefully and freely.

Feng Ting stepped forward and reached in front of the old man, putting his finger on the old man's wrist.

At this moment, the middle-aged man did not dare to underestimate this martial artist anymore, he looked at the two of them solemnly.

The old man felt Feng Ting's aura penetrated, and his eyes on Feng Ting became brighter.In fact, he also knew that martial arts were not limited to high-level Dou Wang, but he did not expect that someone could control the aura to such a superb level.

Soon, Feng Ting raised his hand, looked at the old man and said: "Senior's injury is very serious, it is almost impossible to recover."

The old man smiled and said, "In fact, I should have died a long time ago. I am already very satisfied to have lived till now."

"Master, let's go back to the sect immediately." The middle-aged man said eagerly.

"I've already come out, so I don't plan to go back." The old man smiled calmly.

"Master, we must go back." The middle-aged man said firmly.

"I won't go back." The old man's tone was calm, but there was no doubt about it.

"Then don't blame the disciple for being rude." The middle-aged man grabbed the old man's arm, trying to drag the middle-aged man away.

"Senior came from Jun Tianzong, if Jun Tianzong has a cure, it doesn't have to be cured until now." Feng Ting said suddenly.

"Young man, what do you know?"

The middle-aged man also knew that Zongmen couldn't heal Master's injury, but he thought that the old ancestor could save Master's life.As long as there is time, Master still has a chance.

"He's right, it's useless to go back." The old man raised his hand and shook off the middle-aged man's hand.

"Master, I'll take you back to the sect, and then I'll go to the Demon Realm to hunt down level [-] monsters," said the middle-aged man.

"Even if it's the inner alchemy of a level nine monster, it's just another way to extend life." Feng Ting said calmly.

The middle-aged man felt that this martial artist was very long-winded, and he said angrily: "Young man, shut up."

But the old man said to Feng Ting: "Don't listen to him, just keep talking."

Feng Ting nodded slightly, and said calmly: "Senior was seriously injured many years ago. If it weren't for this injury, senior's cultivation must have been more than that. Senior's injury originated from the spiritual sea and extended to the meridians, dantian, and internal organs. The body Almost all the organs in your body are injured. If it wasn't for the high level of senior cultivation, and the few ancestors and suzerains who continued your life for your senior, you should have passed away long ago."

Feng Ting was right. The middle-aged man was shocked. Even in Jun Tianzong, there were only a few people who knew about Master's injury.These few people would never tell outsiders such secret things.

The old man smiled slightly and said: "It is said that the headmaster Xiaofeng in Tiandu is very talented. Not only can he defeat the strong in the Changhe realm, but he is also a master at refining weapons and medicine. Seeing him today, he really deserves his reputation."

Hearing what the master said, the middle-aged man was finally sure that the indifferent and handsome young man in front of him was the Feng Ting who stirred up the world.

Feng Ting smiled lightly: "Thank you senior for your praise, I'm just a brat."

"Feng Ting, you know so much about Master's injury, is there any way to heal Master?" This is the question that the middle-aged man is most concerned about, even if he knows Feng Ting doesn't like Jun Tianzong, he still asks.

"There is no safe way, but there is an unsafe way." Feng Ting replied casually.

"Really?" The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with doubt and expectation.

"You two can kill me a few times with a wave of your hand, I don't dare to tease you two casually." Feng Ting said looking at the two.

The middle-aged man immediately asked: "What method, what spiritual weapon or medicinal material do I need to prepare?"

"I don't need anything." Feng Ting said calmly.

"You don't need anything?"

The middle-aged man was surprised, and the old man also felt a little unbelievable.

Feng Ting said calmly: "Senior's injury is too serious, and it has been injured for too long. It is difficult to heal senior's injury with magic pills and spiritual weapons. You can only use spiritual power or spiritual energy to repair it little by little."

Hearing what Feng Ting said, the middle-aged man was discouraged again, and he said: "No one is better than the ancestor in controlling spiritual power."

"You don't believe me?" Feng Ting looked at the middle-aged man and asked.

The middle-aged man was about to speak, but the old man jumped ahead of him and said, "Dean Xiaofeng, what do you mean, you want to use spiritual energy to heal my pain?"

"Yes." Feng Ting remained calm.

"But as you said, my whole body is full of injuries, how do you repair it?" the old man asked puzzled.

"It may take a long time to repair a little bit, but it's not impossible." Feng Ting said calmly.

The old man looked at Feng Ting peacefully, he was puzzled now.If Feng Ting had some miraculous panacea, he might still think he could try it.But Feng Ting actually said to use spiritual energy to repair it, which really made him unbelievable.

Feng Ting is just a young man in his 20s, no matter how extraordinary his talent is, no matter how superb his spiritual control is, he can't compare to those ancestors.

Feng Ting looked at the old man and said with a smile: "If you don't believe me, senior, I will repair the wound on your heart right now."

"Feng Ting, Master's heart is seriously injured..." The middle-aged man didn't know what to say. He wanted to stop Feng Ting and hoped for a miracle.

"Okay, I'll let you try." The old man agreed frankly.

"Senior trusts me, I will definitely not disappoint you." Feng Ting took a step forward as he spoke, and with a thrust of his palm, a wave of spiritual power slashed at the old man's chest like a blade.

The middle-aged man was very worried when he saw Feng Ting's attack so fiercely. If he hadn't seen the master's blocking gaze, he might have been blown away by Feng Ting.

"brush."

The blade-like aura penetrated into the old man's chest, because the old man didn't have any resistance, and his body trembled slightly from the shock.Although it was only a slight tremor, it still amazed the old man and frightened the middle-aged man.

"You are really strong." The old man sighed with a smile.

"Senior, relax a bit." Feng Ting didn't want to hear these compliments at the moment, he had to put all his energy and strength on controlling the aura.

"Listen to you." The old man nodded and agreed.

Feng Ting has slowly mobilized the healing flame, releasing warm power.Although this warm power is not too strong, it is the most important power to repair the old man's wounds.

Without Healing Flame, he would not have dared to try to heal the old man.Because of this healing flame, he dared to try the wounds that the ancestors of Jun Tianzong couldn't heal.

The old man felt the warm power mixed with the aura, and he was even more amazed.Spiritual practitioners can release fiery spiritual power and cold spiritual power, but it has never been heard that martial practitioners can also release warm spiritual energy.

This is what makes Feng Ting different, and he also looks forward to it in his heart.

Seeing the bright eyes of the master, the middle-aged man's doubts in his heart also turned into expectations.

Because the old man's injury was too serious, and the pain was too long ago, Feng Ting needed a lot of energy and strength to repair the old man's pain.

After a while, sweat began to flow down Feng Ting's face.

Xiao Ning originally wanted to go forward and give Feng Ting a wipe, but after thinking about it, forget it.The matter is very important, don't affect Feng Ting.If he failed, both he and Feng Ting would probably die.

He also looked around quietly, hoping to see that familiar figure.At this moment, only that familiar person can keep him and Feng Ting absolutely safe.

But to his disappointment, he never saw that familiar figure, and at the same time, he didn't feel that familiar aura.

Sweat also appeared on the old man's face, but it was not caused by exhaustion, but by pain.He was absolutely relaxed at the moment, unable to resist Feng Ting's aura, nor could he resist the pain from the wound.

"Master, how do you feel?" The middle-aged man was a little worried. He had never seen Master in such pain.

"It's okay." The old man waved his hand.

The middle-aged man stopped talking, and stood quietly beside him, with a serious expression on his face.

Time flowed quietly, Feng Ting's whole body was covered with heat.This space in the forest is also full of heat, which makes people restless and excited.

Xiao Ning was anxious, and the middle-aged man was also anxious. They all wanted to ask Feng Ting when the repair process would end.

But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them.They didn't dare to disturb Feng Ting.

Time is something, sometimes slow, sometimes fast.Fast when you think slow, fast when you think slow.

Unknowingly, several hours have passed, and the sky is already full of stars.

The wind is still going on, and the old man is still suffering the pain silently.Everything was the same as before, as if time had never passed.

Xiao Ning regretted it now, he felt that he should stop Feng Ting from observing these two people.If you don't observe, you won't chase after them, and you won't treat people's illnesses.

It was originally a relationship between the enemy and us, but he even took the initiative to treat other people's illnesses. Isn't this something wrong with the brain?

Xiao Ning blamed herself and Feng Ting in her heart.

Time passed silently, it was dawn, and there was sunshine in the sky above.However, the canopy is too dense, and it is difficult for sunlight to penetrate into the forest, making the forest still very dark.

It's been a night, and Feng Ting's posture has not changed, with his palm resting on the old man's chest.The aura continuously penetrated into the old man's chest through the palm of his hand.

The old man also stood relaxed, without changing his posture.Because of the pain, the sweat on the face has not dried.

Xiao Ning's heart skipped a beat, his dark face became darker, and his long and narrow eyes became colder.

The middle-aged man never took his eyes off Master, and he was always ready for Master's call.If Master had an accident, he would have killed Feng Ting first.

Another day passed, and nothing seemed to have changed.

Another night passed, and it was business as usual.Those who heal are healing, and those who suffer are suffering.Those who suffer are suffering, and nothing changes.

(End of this chapter)