The Ninth Rebirth Demon King

Not everyone in the crowd could see the battle clearly because it was too fast.

However, even though they had clearly seen those people, they had all felt Feng Ting's danger.

Fan Sanjia was obviously not an arrogant person. Since he couldn't kill people, it would naturally be better to use a light attack.

Based on the current situation, Feng Ting did not even have the chance to retaliate. Just based on speed, how long could he, a cultivator, last?

In the eyes of most people, the outcome of the match had already been decided.

Feng Ting also felt that if Fan Sanjia were to kill him, he would not be able to hold on for long.

But Fan Sanjia obviously did not want to hurt him, he only wanted to determine the victor.

At that moment, even if he was scratched by the Spiritual Strength, he would have lost and the fight would have ended.

"Swish, swish."

Although Fan Sanjia's attack speed was not strong, it was getting faster and faster. Furthermore, it was exceptionally smooth as it came from Spiritual Strength and Spiritual Strength, as if they were creating a net and wanted to trap Feng Ting within.

Fellow suddenly spoke up, "If we are unable to determine victory or defeat for a long period of time, the weaker students will suffer."

This was the rule of the Ling Wu Hall, and it was basically a judgement of Feng Ting's failure.

Many people felt it was a pity when they thought about how the youth who had caused so many accidents had to leave the academy.

More and more people were worried, would First Beauty and Xin Han also leave this place? If that was the case, it could only mean that this young man was extremely charming.

"Stop."

Suddenly, the Fellow shouted loudly, stopping the sparring.

Fan Sanjia and Feng Ting were very obedient and separated.

Although it was fast, it was a good thing for Feng Ting. Losing a powerless offense was much better than losing an injured one.

The academician stepped forward and said: "Feng Ting is powerless to attack, Fan Sanjia wins."

It was unknown why, but once he said that, everyone turned to look at Xin Han.

This First Beauty's eyes were obviously a little dim, one could tell how disappointed she was.

"Fellow, I refuse to accept this."

Feng Ting spoke up at this moment.

Hearing that, the Fellow frowned: "Attack the strong in order to win, this is the rule of the Ling Wu Hall."

"Although this is the rule of the Ling Wu Hall, but has the Ling Wu Hall ever challenged martial cultivators before?" Feng Ting asked.

"Of course not."

"Can the academician tell me how much stronger the Nether Cave Primary Grade is compared to the Fighting King?" Feng Ting continued to ask.

Hearing that, the academician seemed to understand what Feng Ting meant, and did not immediately answer.

Feng Ting answered his own question, "People think that any one of the Dissolving Blade Primary Grade can easily defeat a Fighting King. But now, as a powerful Nether Cave Primary Grade, in a situation where I haven't been defeated by the Three Armored Brothers, I have been sentenced to defeat.

When the surrounding people heard this, they felt that it made a lot of sense.

In truth, the outcome of the battle was not clear, but it was because Fan Sanjia's attack was strong, which was why Fan Sanjia won.

To a weak person like Feng Ting, this was indeed extremely unfair.

The Fellow solemnly replied, "This is the rule of the Ling Wu Hall."

Feng Ting said arrogantly: "When Ling Wu set the rules, he had definitely not thought that there would be any martial cultivators that could match up to the Nether Cave Primary Grade. If I think about it, a person who has set the rules will definitely not think that I have lost. "

Xin Han smiled, she finally understood why Feng Ting was so confident.

Duan Ping also laughed, Feng Ting was truly clever, he could actually act in such a righteous manner.

The academician looked at Feng Ting with a bit of anger in his eyes, and said: "A loss is a loss, a rascal like you are unworthy of being a student of the academy."

Feng Ting said indifferently: "If I were to accept this result just because I am a student of the academy, that would be discrediting the academy."

"Feng Ting, you are just a student. Are you able to represent the entire Academy?"

"Could it be that the academicians think that only those powerful students are a part of the Guanling Academy, and the weak like us are not worthy of being the students of the Guanling Academy?" Feng Ting calmly looked at the Fellow.

The academician coldly said, "Since you are not convinced, then we will fight again."

Feng Ting shook his head and said, "Fellow, it's you who stopped the sparring. I don't think Fellow will go back on his words since you think that this sparring session is already over. If you want to spar with me again, you can only call it the next match, because this one is already over. "

The Fellow's expression was extremely unsightly. He was actually powerless to refute her.

Feng Ting looked at the Fellow and said, "Since the outcome of the match has not been decided, why can't you judge it to be even?"

"The rule of the Ling Wu Hall is that victory and defeat must be decided." The Fellow shouted in anger.

Feng Ting looked at the Fellow, and said solemnly: "Fellow, actually, we are outside the Ling Wu Hall."

After the Fellow heard this, he was stunned, he never thought that Feng Ting would make use of this opportunity.

Amongst the crowd, many people were laughing. They realized that the First Beauty was also smiling. She was even more beautiful when she smiled. Feng Ting was so lucky.

Even Fan Sanjia was trying his best to restrain himself from frowning. He was looking at Feng Ting with a helpless look.

For a time, the enormous plaza seemed a bit comical.

"Fellow, since you have no objections, I'll take my leave." Feng Ting said as he walked towards Xin Han.

"Halt!"

The Fellow watched Feng Ting's back, his eyes filled with cold fury.

"Fellow, see you tomorrow."

Feng Ting did not stop in his tracks, but walked straight in front of Xin Han.

"Feng Ting, this is not a place where you can leave to once you say goodbye."

The Fellow flew over and landed in front of Feng Ting.

When everyone saw this, their hearts trembled. The Fellow would not attack Feng Ting right? The Institute did not have such a tradition.

Feng Ting calmly looked at the Fellow, "Fellow, could it be that you want to challenge me?"

"Feng Ting, you must accept my punishment." The Fellow angrily retorted, "Otherwise, I don't mind punishing you."

Feng Ting smiled slightly: "Fellow, if you challenge me, I will also accept your challenge."

"It's not a challenge, it's a punishment." The Fellow was enraged.

For some reason, the crowd felt that this Fellow was overdoing it.

It was just a spar. Although victory and defeat had to be determined, as a weak person, Feng Ting had sufficient reasons to retreat.

Since he made it difficult for Feng Ting, the feeling of using force to bully him was too obvious.

Just then, everyone saw a tall man suddenly appear, standing between the Fellow and Feng Ting.

Vice President Zuo!

Everyone was surprised, the Vice President did not have the tradition of coming to the Ling Wu Hall.

Zuo Hu looked at Feng Ting, and then turned his gaze to the Fellow, "What Feng Ting has said is not without reason."

"Vice President Zuo." The academician bowed.

Zuo Hu continued: "Feng Ting is a martial cultivator, to be able to remain undefeated before the Nether Cave Primary Grade, if we were to say that he lost, it would indeed be too unfair."

The academician frowned and said in a low voice, "Vice President Zuo is right."

"Mm, then that's it." After Zuo Hu finished speaking, he walked out.

Feng Ting also held onto Xin Han's small hand and walked out.

The academician lifted his head and looked at the backs of the three people. Other than unwillingness, there was also fury in his eyes.

Very quickly, Zuo Hu's background disappeared.

Following that, the backs of Feng Ting and Xin Han disappeared.

Only now did the Academy Fellow turn around and walk towards the Ling Wu Hall alone.

Fan Sanjia shook his head helplessly and walked out of the plaza.

At this moment, many students also dispersed quietly.

However, this silence was temporary. After they left, tonight's sparring became the hottest topic for them to chat about.

Feng Ting's strength, Feng Ting's wisdom, as well as Feng Ting's self-confidence, would all cause them to chat animatedly.

Especially because of Zuo Hu's appearance, it was truly unexpected.

At the moment, Zuo Hu had already returned to a building. In front of him was an old man with white hair and a beard. He was dressed in a grey robe and looked extremely amiable, as if he was an elder next door.

"Zuo Hu, did you find a problem?" The old man said with his back to Zuo Hu.

"What problem?" Zuo Hu was suddenly stumped by this question.

"Feng Ting is similar to the three troublemakers from thirty years ago." The old man said.

Hearing this, Zuo Hu revealed a smile on his face, "They are indeed similar, they are all so unruly, and so arrogant."

The old man laughed, "And it always makes sense."

Zuo Hu laughed: "Yes, this also means that they are smart people. Back then, I was just too different from the three of them. "

"Haha …" The old man laughed happily.

Zuo Hu said with some regret: "Unfortunately, Feng Ting is only a martial cultivator."

The old man stopped laughing and also frowned: "With Feng Ting's intelligence and talent, it shouldn't be a problem for him to lure his spirit into the sea."

"That's right!" I'm surprised too. " Zuo Hu revealed a strange expression.

"Could it be that he was tricked by someone, and somehow stepped into the Fighting King Primary Grade?" The old man said.

"He's so smart, would he be tricked?"

"Haha …" That's right! Only he could scheme against others, how could others scheme against him? " The old man also felt that this judgment of his was too laughable.

Zuo Hu said: "Looking at Feng Ting, he doesn't seem to feel pity at all for not becoming the Spirit Cultivator."

The old man laughed, "Haha, that does seem like the bearing he should have."

"Feng Ting is indeed an outstanding youth, but unfortunately, he does not want to become friends with Hong Ben." Zuo Hu said somewhat helplessly.

"This is very similar to the three troublemakers from back then."

"That's right!" Back then, I begged them for a year before they recognized me. " Zuo Hu laughed awkwardly.

"Haha …" This senior of yours truly has no face at all. "

"I can't care about face when I'm with the three of them." Zuo Hu's eyes flashed.

The old man's gaze suddenly became gloomy. "Unfortunately, the three of them just left us like that."

"That's right!" Zuo Hu's expression also instantly dimmed.

The old man looked out of the window at the sky, his bright eyes seeming to pierce space and time.

Zuo Hu sighed in his heart, his thoughts going back to thirty years ago.

At that time, the Guanling Academy was even more famous than the Central College.

All of this was because of the three youths, who were the ones who had caused the Guanling Academy to shine.

The old man suddenly said in silence, "Thirty years have passed, it seems another cycle of reincarnation."

Zuo Hu did not understand, and only looked at the old man silently.

The old man continued, "He may not be as brilliant and powerful as they are. But I think that he might be able to conquer the Heavenly Book Assembly this time around. "