Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 91 Demon God Bloodline

"boom."

When Feng Ting's fist collided with Hong Ben's, he suddenly felt that the other party was extremely powerful.

This is absolute power, he dragged Xin Han involuntarily, and took two steps back.

Hong Ben's body also swayed slightly, and he was immediately moved back five or six steps.

"Twice."

Hong Ben flew up and rushed over again.

In order to prevent Xin Han from getting involved, Feng Ting had already rushed over.

It was another one-word Beng fist with six levels of strength, and Hong Ben was thrown back again. Of course, Feng Ting himself was also shocked by Hong Ben's absolute power by two steps.

His current limit is the eighth level, but after using the sixth level power twice in a row, he feels that the aura in his body is still surging.

This is enough to show how powerful Hong Ben is.

"Boom."

After Hong Ben withdrew, he flew up again and continued to attack Feng Ting.

"call."

Feng Ting couldn't help but admire the reaction speed and strength of this big guy, he didn't use the Yizi Bengquan again, but flew out of the way.

"Whoosh."

Hong Ben's fist hit nothing, he spread his arms and continued to attack.

Feng Ting continued to dodge, his figure was like lightning, which made the left guard next to him show appreciation.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Continuous dodging calmed the rushing aura in his body, and Feng Ting finally fought back.

"Bang bang bang..."

With one word Bengquan and eight layers of strength, it hit Hong Ben's fist.

"Whoosh."

Hong Ben's strong body was thrown out, flew over the wall of the small courtyard, and landed outside the courtyard.

This time, Hong Ben didn't get up immediately.

Not only was Zuo Hu not unhappy, but he smiled and said to Feng Ting: "This time, I guess he will be convinced."

"Vice President Zuo, if you want me to convince him, just say it."

Feng Ting showed a look that killing people would not pay for their lives.

"Who said I was convinced... bang."

Hong Ben's tall body flew into the small courtyard, and landed in front of Feng Ting like a mountain.

The aura in Feng Ting's body was surging, seeing this big man coming again, he was also a little shocked.

This guy is not only powerful, but also has a stronger defense than the high-level Huaren.

Zuo Hu said: "Hong Ben, do you now know that there are people in this world who are stronger than you in martial arts?"

"He has stronger fists than me, but he may not be able to beat me."

Hong Ben and Gao Fengting turned their heads and looked down at Fengting.

Feng Ting smiled boredly, and said to Zuo Hu: "Vice President Zuo, I have nothing else to do, so I'll leave first."

"Don't go!" Zuo Hu immediately stopped Feng Ting, and said with a smile: "Feng Ting, Hong Ben doesn't like people who practice spirituality, you can become friends with him."

"Vice President Zuo, this is inappropriate." Feng Ting's tone was calm, but very straightforward.

"Feng Ting, I ask you to think about it." Zuo Hu's eyes were full of sincerity.

"Vice President Zuo, I can't help you."

Feng Ting pulled Xin Han and walked out of the small courtyard.

Hong Ben looked at Feng Ting's back and shouted: "Boy! I don't want to be friends with you either, you don't have to be so self-righteous."

Feng Ting pretended not to hear, and continued walking forward.

Zuo Hu saw that Feng Ting was so determined, so he had no choice but to say to Feng Ting's back: "Feng Ting, I still hope you think about it."

"Don't think about it." Feng Ting walked forward without looking back.

Zuo Hu was helpless, and said loudly: "Feng Ting, I won't send you off. Duan He, send Feng Ting back for me."

"Yes." Duan He immediately followed Feng Ting.

Zuo Hu watched the backs of the three of Feng Ting disappear, and then looked back at Hong Ben.

"Vice President Zuo, I don't like making friends with outsiders." Hong Ben's tone was simple and honest, but also indifferent.

Zuo Hu looked at Hong Ben with very gentle eyes, and said, "Feng Ting is the strongest martial artist I have ever met. If you don't even like him, it will be difficult to find a suitable friend."

"I don't need friends." Hong Ben said decisively.

"People always have to make some friends, so that life can be fun." Hong Ben said solemnly.

"I don't think so." Hong Ben shook his head.

"Feng Ting is a very special person just like you." Zuo Hu looked at Hong Ben, hoping that Hong Ben would realize this.

Hearing this, Hong Ben pondered for a while, and then said: "What's so special, because he is also a martial artist?"

Zuo Hu said: "Isn't that enough? It's really hard to find a martial artist as powerful as you."

When Hong Ben heard this, he seemed to think it made sense.

He is surrounded by spiritual practitioners, and since he can only practice martial arts, the ones he dislikes least are spiritual practitioners.

But thinking about Feng Ting's youthful and frivolous appearance, he still shook his head.

Zuo Hu paused for a while and said, "Think again, if you miss this friend, you might regret it."

"I'll think about it, but I think I still won't like making friends with him."

Hong Ben's words were still so decisive.

Zuo Hu was a little helpless, but he forced a smile and said, "I'm going back first, you should rest too."

"Ah."

Hong Ben watched Zuo Hu leave and Zuo Hu's figure disappeared, but he didn't even move a step.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the tall buildings and lights in the distance. There was no expectation or appreciation in those big eyes, but a wild loneliness.

"call."

His huge fist swung out suddenly, the powerful force seemed to shake the night.

"Huhuhu..."

Punch after punch, everything in the small courtyard seemed to be stirred up by a powerful force. The tall and majestic figure jumped and flew like a flying bear in the night, as if it wanted to tear the night apart.

Under the night sky, in this secluded courtyard, although he is powerful, he is also lonely.

Not far away, Zuo Huyin was hiding in a building, quietly watching the leaping majestic figure.

What he saw was not a powerful martial artist, but a lonely teenager.

For 18 years, this child has never seen outsiders, and he has never even gone out. He looks wild, but he is so lonely inside.

Back then, how powerful and free the child's father was, with friends all over the world, almost creating an era.

How sad he would be if he knew his son was so lonely!

Ever since Zuo Hu saw such a powerful young martial artist outside the Lingwu Hall, he decided to make him Hong Ben's friend.

Even if Hong Ben gets hurt because of this in the future, he will admit it.

Under the night sky, the majestic figure in the small courtyard was getting faster and faster, but no matter how fast he was, he was still alone.

Zuo Hu knew that Hong Ben would not stop this night.

……

Feng Ting and Xin Han got off the car at the gate of Guangling Garden. Duan He wanted to send them to No. [-] Courtyard, but Feng Ting refused.

The two walked into the gate of Guangling Garden, stepped on the green steel stone road, and walked towards the No. [-] courtyard.

After walking several hundred meters, Xin Han finally couldn't help but said, "That Hong Ben is actually pretty good, I thought you would like him."

Feng Ting smiled slightly: "It's because he is also a martial artist, and he also has super talent."

"There are really not many martial arts practitioners as powerful as you." Xin Han said in a low voice.

"Yes, maybe it will be difficult for me to meet a powerful martial artist like him in the future." Feng Ting also had to admit.

"Is there another reason?" Xin Han slightly raised his head and looked at Feng Ting.

Feng Ting didn't answer right away, but walked towards a nearby pavilion.

Xin Han quietly followed, and the two entered the quiet pavilion.

Feng Ting leaned on the railing with both hands, looked into the distance and said, "He has the blood of the Demon God."

When Xin Han heard the words, shock appeared in his beautiful eyes, and he said silently: "It is said that the demon god comes from the Demon Realm and has an immortal body."

"Immortality may not be true, but powerful terror is true."

Feng Ting looked into the distance, because he knew that the demon god disappeared in the end.

If there is an immortal body, how can it disappear?

Xin Han continued: "It is also said that the Demon God practiced Demon Art and became bloodthirsty. He led his endless magicians and slaughtered tens of thousands of strong spiritual practitioners."

Feng Ting nodded slightly, and said: "This is also true. The Demon God seems to be born to slaughter the strong. So if people know that Hong Ben has the blood of the Demon God, he will definitely die."

Xin Han said with a dignified expression, "Didn't Vice President Zuo know that Hong Ben has the blood of the Demon God?"

Feng Ting didn't directly answer Xin Han's question, but said: "Although his meridians have been rebuilt, he can no longer practice spiritual power, and naturally he can't practice magic skills. The magic breath on his body has been cleaned up very clean. Yes. Even a very powerful spiritual practitioner cannot feel that he has the blood of the Demon God. But he is the descendant of the Demon God after all. This is a fact. It may be his best choice to stay in that small courtyard forever. "

"Junior brother, do you think Vice President Zuo knows about Hong Ben's background?" Xin Han heard Feng Ting's meaning.

"He must know that he probably felt that Hong Ben was too lonely and wanted to find him a friend." Feng Ting replied.

"So that's how it is." Xin Han nodded slightly: "It seems that Vice President Zuo treated him very well."

Feng Ting said disdainfully: "Zuo Hu is so self-righteous, it is not an exaggeration to say that he wants to kill Hong Ben."

Hearing this, Xin Han couldn't help frowning: "It seems to be like this."

Feng Ting could tell that Xin Han didn't fully agree with his point of view, but he didn't refute it.Regardless of whether Zuo Hu is for Hong Ben's good or not, he will not make friends with Hong Ben, because it is destined to be troublesome.

Xin Han paused for a moment, then asked softly: "Junior brother, since you said that the magic breath on Hong Ben's body is gone, how do you feel it?"

Feng Ting said with a smile: "Since it has happened, no matter how clean it is, there will inevitably be traces."

"Oh."

In fact, Xin Han was still curious about how Feng Ting found that trace.

But she didn't ask any more, because she felt that Feng Ting might not be able to speak.

"Go back." Feng Ting said and walked out of the pavilion.

"En." Xin Han followed Feng Ting and walked out of the pavilion.

The two walked towards the No. [-] courtyard.

After walking a short distance, I saw Ding Chundong approaching, looking at him, he seemed a little anxious.

When he got close, Ding Chundong immediately said: "Little brother, it's not good."

"What's wrong?" Feng Ting asked casually.

"People from Heizhou City have come to look for you." Ding Chundong said anxiously.

Feng Ting smiled and said, "I've seen it before."

"I've seen it! They didn't trouble you, did they?" Ding Chundong obviously didn't expect it.

"Aren't I fine?"

(End of this chapter)