Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 97
Zuo Hu turned back slowly, looked at Hong Ben, and asked, "Yes, it disappeared, completely disappeared."

"That's a pity." Hong Ben said with some regret.

Zuo Hu smiled slightly: "They met here at the beginning."

"Vice President Zuo, are you here to commemorate them?" Feng Ting bowed and saluted.

"That's it."

Zuo Hu sighed, and his eyes became heavy again.

In his mind, the legend that started 30 years ago still echoed.

If that legend hadn't ended 18 years ago, then a lot of history would have been rewritten, and Tianshu City must be more famous than it is now. Maybe the City Lord's Mansion has become a more awe-inspiring place than Chifu.

But everything can not start all over again!

"Is there anything else we can do for them besides nostalgia?" Hong Ben said suddenly.

Zuo Hu looked at Hong Ben and smiled, then shook his head slightly: "There is nothing we can do for them."

Hong Ben simply said: "After that, I will often accompany you here."

"You are not a student of Guangling College. It is not suitable for you to go in and out of the college frequently, let alone come here frequently."

"Then I can only come once in a while."

How much Zuo Hu wished to hear Hong Ben say, then I will come to Guangling College to study.

But obviously, Hong Ben didn't like spiritual practitioners, and he didn't like colleges either.

He looked casually at the woods by the lake, and smiled inadvertently.

Feng Ting in the distance also smiled helplessly, Zuo Hu had obviously spotted him, he didn't intend to continue listening, and turned to leave.

As he walked, he thought.

The legend that Zuo Hu told was the story that Xin Han was interested in, and this story should be more than that.

Obviously, not only Zuo Hu knew this story, many people in Guangling College should know it.

Otherwise, this pine forest would not become a forbidden area of ​​the college. Guangling College is also using this pine forest to silently commemorate these three people.

Feng Ting left the academy and returned to Guangling Garden to continue refining medicine and practicing.

For several days in a row, Feng Ting sent Xin Han to find Duan Ping in the morning, and asked Duan Ping to take her to class.

Feng Ting occasionally met Nian Yu, the director of Guangling Garden, who was acquainted with him, and asked about the story casually, but Nian Yu said even less.

But Feng Ting could see that Nian Yu knew a lot, he was just too cautious, so he didn't say anything.

Feng Ting finally determined that that legend was a taboo.

It is a taboo of Guangling College, and it is also a taboo of Tianshu City.

Originally, Feng Ting thought he shouldn't be so curious, but this legend made Xin Han interested, so he couldn't help wanting to know more.

But Xin Han seemed to have forgotten about that legend, and never told Feng Ting again.

She is now listening to lectures and studying every day, and she has listened to almost all the classes of the nine vice presidents.

Of course, Xin Han would also tell Feng Ting what he didn't understand in class.

Although Feng Ting just listened casually, he could always offer some in-depth advice.

Occasionally, even the categorically opposite results can be proposed.

But Feng Ting told Xin Han that it is good that she knows some things, and she doesn't need to tell other students, let alone the vice president.

Xin Han is not a person who likes to argue with others, so she naturally agrees.

However, Feng Ting faintly felt that Xin Han hadn't really forgotten that story, and she would still talk about that story after all.

When the two went back and forth between the college and Guangling Garden, although there were occasional students who watched Xin Han and Feng Ting from a distance, there were no disgusting students like Qiu Xian, so no unpleasant things happened, and the days passed peacefully .

Another morning, Feng Ting sent Xin Han to the academy as usual.

Today's weather is exceptionally good, the sky is blue, the sun is bright, but not hot.

Feng Ting brought Xin Han to the left guard building, and handed Xin Han to Duan Ping. Seeing Duan Ping take Xin Han to class, he wanted to leave.

"Junior Brother Feng Ting, wait a minute."

Feng Ting turned his head and saw Duan He wearing a green shirt, walking over with a smile on his face.

Although Duan He is the same as Duan Ping, they are both under 20 years old, but they are also tall and straight, with straight eyebrows.

But compared with Duan Ping, the 19-year-old Duan He is not so calm and a little arrogant.

But since the last time, when Duan He saw Feng Ting again, his arrogance completely disappeared.

Feng Ting felt that Duan He had something to do, so he asked, "If Vice President Zuo is looking for me, just say I'm going back."

Upon hearing this, Duan He said helplessly, "Junior Brother Feng, you are the only one who dares to treat Vice President Zuo like this in Guangling College."

"I'm leaving." Feng Ting didn't want to say anything at all.

Duan He immediately blocked Feng Ting, and said with a smile: "It's not Vice President Zuo who is looking for you, but I am looking for you."

"What's the matter?" Feng Ting was a little surprised.

"I have something I want to ask you for advice." Duan He said.

"Don't dare to ask for advice, let's talk about something." Feng Ting looked at Duan He.

"Junior Brother Feng, there are many people here, let's go inside and talk." Duan He said.

"Ah."

So, Feng Ting followed Duan He, and the two walked into the building next to them and arrived at a room.

This is a large room, very empty inside, only a few chairs and a tea table, empty in the middle, very much like a place for a contest.

Duan He asked Feng Ting to sit down, and then said: "I learned a set of boxing skills, but I always feel that there are some problems, please help me."

"Okay." Feng Ting felt that there was a problem. With Duan He's arrogant personality, if there was something he didn't understand, how could he find him.

Duan He opened his posture and began to punch.

Feng Ting saw that Duan He didn't release his spiritual power, but just put on boxing tricks.He took a few glances and said, "This is a martial skill. You are a spiritual cultivator in the realm of turning blades. What do you do with martial skills?"

Duan He said with a smile: "I have a friend who has average aptitude in spiritual cultivation. He asked me for advice. I didn't understand, so I remembered you."

Feng Ting couldn't help laughing: "This martial art is called Kong Dong Fist, and it focuses on imaginary braking. You can't practice well in 100 years with this method."

Upon hearing this, Duan He immediately asked: "Then how can I practice well?"

Feng Ting got up and began to practice this set of Kongdongquan.

Duan He watched carefully, he memorized every key point carefully.At the same time, he would occasionally glance at the building opposite.

"Huhuhu..."

This set of Kong Dong Fist was struck by Feng Ting, it was as empty as an empty valley, and as moving as thunder, it was perfect.

Even Duan He, who disdained martial arts practitioners, was dumbfounded.

Could this be what Vice President Zuo said, anything, anything, as long as it reaches a perfect level, it can be amazing.

Soon, Feng Ting practiced this set of Kongdong Fist again.

"Flawless!" Duan He praised.

"You are a spiritual cultivator, so you can't practice martial arts well." Feng Ting said.

In normal times, Duan He would definitely fight back, saying that he didn't bother to practice martial arts at all.

But at this moment, he smiled and nodded: "Yes."

"I'm leaving." Feng Ting said and walked out of the room.

Duan He glanced at the building opposite, then followed Feng Ting and walked out of the room.

Behind a window of that building stood two people.A young man with a strong figure, and a middle-aged man with a rough face.

These two also saw clearly the Kongdong Fist practiced by Feng Ting.

The rough middle-aged man asked, "How is it?"

"Better than me." The majestic young man said.

"Much better than you." The middle-aged man said solemnly.

"Yes." Although the young man was arrogant, he had to admit it.

"How much do you remember?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Let me try."

The young man took a few steps back, stood in the middle of the room, opened his posture, and began to practice boxing.

This room is also empty, which is very suitable for rehearsal.

"Huhuhu..."

The young man's majestic body is like a big black bear, but his steps are very flexible, and his movements are very smooth and natural.

At this time, the door opened, Duan He walked in, stood in the corner, quietly watching the young man practice boxing.

Soon after the young man had finished practicing boxing, he looked back at the middle-aged man and asked, "Dean Zuo, how are you doing?"

The middle-aged man cast his eyes on Duan He and asked, "What do you think?"

Duan He looked at the young man, and replied cautiously: "If you don't compare with Feng Ting, it's already very good. But compared with Feng Ting, it's still a bit worse."

"It's not that it's worse, it's that it's too much." The middle-aged man said seriously.

Duan He heard the vice president's words and peeked at Hong Ben.

Hong Ben did not refute, but frowned, as if he was very puzzled.

Zuo Hu continued: "If you and Feng Ting both use this boxing method to learn from each other, you will lose easily."

"Vice President Zuo, is there really such a big gap?" Hong Ben looked at Zuo Hu and retorted, but his eyes were a little confused.

"If there is a chance, I will arrange for you to fight him again." Zuo Hu said.

"En." Hong Ben nodded, and then said to Duan He: "Duan He, you can see clearly, you can rehearse it again, and let me see."

"Okay." Duan He walked to the middle of the room, thought for a while, and then began to practice the Kongdongquan.

Hong Ben watched carefully, and Zuo Hu also watched carefully.

"Don't practice." Zuo Hu suddenly stopped Duan He, and said with a serious face: "You are worse than Hong Ben."

Hearing this, Duan He backed away quietly, without the slightest thought of refuting.

Hong Ben also said: "It's not as good as me."

Zuo Hu looked at Hong Ben: "On the journey of martial arts, Feng Ting may be the only one who is more talented than you."

"I don't think he is more talented than me." Hong Ben said solemnly.

Zuo Hu said solemnly: "You can't beat Feng Ting, and this empty punch is not as perfect as his drill, and you are one year older than him, how do you think his talent is not as good as yours?"

When Hong Ben heard this, he also solemnly said: "Talent is not victory or defeat."

Zuo Hu looked at Hong Ben with complicated eyes, making his originally rough face look tangled.

Hong Ben's self-confidence is too similar to that of the man 18 years ago, but Hong Ben is not as free and easy as that man, and his knowledge is even worse, so that his self-confidence is more like a brainless conceit.

We can no longer keep putting him in that quiet courtyard!

Zuo Hu said to Duan He: "Duan He, send Hong Ben back."

"Yes." Although Duan He was reluctant, he agreed immediately.

"Vice President Zuo, I'm going back."

Hong Ben didn't want to stay here any longer, he didn't like spiritual practitioners, and this academy was full of spiritual practitioners.

"Ah."

Hong Ben followed Duan He and walked out of the room.

(End of this chapter)