The Ninth Rebirth Demon King

Li Yuan stood up and politely greeted Qian Heng: "Senior Brother Qian Heng, please take a seat."

Qian Tong laughed coldly: "You guys took advantage of the elder's closed door cultivation to secretly eat the pig. You guys are brave enough!"

Although killing a pig was a violation of the sect's rules, this did not need to be managed by outsiders, so Li Yuan did not hold back and said: "We will accept Master's punishment."

Qian Tong was pushed back, he then changed the topic: "Li Yuan, I want to ask you, how did you channel spirit energy into the Spiritual Sea?"

This question caused Li Yuan's heart to tremble.

It seemed that Qian Tong had also suspected his way to become a Spirit Cultivator. He and his fellow disciples did not want to think too deeply into this matter.

Li Yuan maintained his calm with great effort: "To channel spiritual energy into the Spiritual Sea, was naturally achieved through bitter cultivation."

Qian Tong laughed disdainfully: "Training hard! With your innate talent, even if you train bitterly for another thirty years, it would be impossible for you to draw spirit energy into the Spiritual Sea! "

"Junior Brother Qian Tong, don't underestimate my Beiwu Hall's disciple."

Li Yuan was angry in his heart. He was also a Spirit Cultivator now, so he could not allow others to look down on him that much.

Qian Tong stared straight at Li Yuan, and questioned: "Li Yuan, you and that lecherous Ding Chundong, did you steal the Grimoire Pavilion's nurturing spirit pill?"

Li Yuan immediately asked: "Have you ever heard of Grimoire Pavilion losing pills?"

After Qian Tong heard this, he was immediately rendered speechless.

In fact, the brothers suspected that Li Yuan and Ding Chundong could become the Spirit Cultivator because they stole the nurturing spirit pill s from the Grimoire Pavilion.

However, in the past few days, the Grimoire Pavilion did not have any news of their pills being stolen, which confused them greatly.

He originally wanted to wait for the Grimoire Pavilion's news, and after it was done, he would immediately come find trouble with Feng Ting.

But yesterday, when Qian Yao was crippled, the brothers had to busy themselves for an entire day and night in order to save Fourth Brother's life.

Seeing that Qian Tong had nothing to say, he smiled and said: "Junior Brother Qian Tong, if there is nothing else, we will not keep you company."

At this time, Qian Heng, who had been silent all this while, suddenly laughed coldly: "Two Spirit Cultivator s have come out, this is a joyous event. The elders are all in closed door cultivation, the two of you follow me to Zhongyu Peak to see the head, Martial Uncle to receive his rewards. "

"No need, we'll wait for Master to come out of closed door cultivation first."

Li Yuan thought, right now, the one in charge of Zhongyu Peak is your uncle Qian Du.

"You guys seem to be very afraid to go to Zhongyu Peak?" Qian Heng looked at Li Yuan coldly.

Without waiting for Li Yuan to speak, Feng Ting suddenly spoke: "Senior brother Li Yuan, don't waste time talking to them, they are here to cause trouble, you can ask them, if they want to fight, just do it."

Seeing how Feng Ting spoke so straightforwardly, Li Yuan and the rest of the Beiwu Hall were shocked.

Qian Tong had one foot in the dissolving blade realm, where did the Junior Brother get the confidence from?

Qian Tong and Qian Heng did not expect Feng Ting to provoke them so directly, and the two's expressions became even colder.

Qian Tong stared at Feng Ting and said: "Feng Ting, you really dare to fight?"

"You and I have already fought more than once, yet you still dare to challenge me? "It seems like you two brothers have not had enough of being beaten up!"

Feng Ting stood up and walked towards Qian Tong.

Qian Tong believed that even if he could not defeat Feng Ting, he could at least protect himself.

Furthermore, he had always been unable to accept the fact that Feng Ting's one High order of alchemy could defeat his, this middle level of Kaiyuan.

He was unwilling!

Now that his brother was watching by the side, he swore to take back some face and punish Feng Ting.

Qian Tong's eyes were blazing as he said, "Feng Ting, come."

However, Feng Ting did not move, he smiled calmly: "I think it's better if you let your big brother take action."

"Feng Ting, I will smash your mouth to pieces!"

As Qian Tong spoke, he threw out two fist shadow s from his fist, flying straight towards Feng Ting.

Feng Ting saw that the fist had arrived, and suddenly raised his fist. It was still the One Word Collapsing Fist.

Actually, the difference in speed between martial cultivator and herself was extremely huge. However, Feng Ting's casual punch was not the slightest bit slower than Qian Tong.

"Bam."

The two fists truly clashed. In the eyes of anyone, Feng Ting was the one that was sent flying.

But the one whose face had changed greatly was Qian Tong!

He felt as if his fist had collided with a mountain. At the same time, a huge force surged through the mountain like an enormous wave, crashing into his body.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Four waves of power struck over and over again, making Qian Tong unable to stand firm anymore.

His tall body retreated six steps back before he managed to stabilize himself with great difficulty.

However, his blood was already boiling and his meridians were trembling.

Although he wasn't defeated, he still lost for real.

Was the difference between him and Feng Ting really that huge?

Qian Tong's was overwhelmed with shock as his face became deathly pale.

Feng Ting looked at Qian Tong with disdain, shook his fist, and laughed: "I told you before, you should have let your big brother Qian Heng make a move."

Qian Heng was even more confused.

Feng Ting was just a martial cultivator, how could he use brute force to defeat Qian Tong?

All of the senior brothers of the Beiwu Hall were beaming with joy. Other than Li Yuan and Ding Chundong, the rest of them had only heard about the power of the Junior Brother, so they didn't quite believe it.

At this moment, what they saw was the truth. They did their best to suppress the wild joy in their hearts.

Feng Ting's gaze turned to Qian Heng: "You want to try it too?"

"Alright, I'll come and ask for your advice." The corner of Qian Heng's mouth revealed a killing intent.

Li Yuan, Ding Chundong, He Zhong and the rest all went up and stood between Feng Ting and the two.

Seeing that, Qian Heng's face suddenly changed.

He could sense that among the twelve people in front of him, it seemed that Li Yuan and Ding Chundong were not the only ones who were Spirit Cultivator s!

There were actually another eight people who were also Spirit Cultivator s!

This Beiwu Hall actually had ten Spirit Cultivator s!

How was this possible!

Qian Heng felt like he was dreaming, the sky had turned dark and gloomy.

When Feng Ting saw Qian Heng's pale face, he knew that he had sensed that his senior brothers were all Spirit Cultivator s.

Now was the best time for surprise attacks.

His figure shook, and he passed through the crowd, punching towards the terrified Qian Tong.