The Ninth Rebirth Demon King

The disciples who had obtained the nurturing spirit pill were so surprised that their heads were spinning, and they were a little dazed.

"Thank you …" Junior Brother Feng Ting. "

"Thank you …" "Many thanks …"

"Many... "Thank you …"

Although everyone in Beiwu Hall knew that Junior Brother was trying to win his heart, the price was too high.

A nurturing spirit pill could buy a person's life, let alone a person's heart.

Although it was a pity, it could not be stopped and it did not dare to do so.

The majority of the people were attracted to the nurturing spirit pill, but unconsciously, Ceng Wenbu and Lv Bin sensed that their Junior Brother had already entered the Fighting King Realm.

It was a good thing for him to be able to progress further, but for martial cultivator to step into the Fighting King realm, it should be a disaster, because this signified that he would never be able to lure his spirit into the ocean, and would never be able to become a Spirit Cultivator again.

Ceng Wenbu and Lv Bin could not suppress the disappointment and regret in their hearts, both of their expressions became sorrowful.

Hua Fenfei saw the changes in their expressions, and she instantly sensed the change in Feng Ting's realm.

Her beautiful eyes were also filled with disappointment, and even some sadness.

The other people had also noticed this detail, and noticed that the three of them were looking at Feng Ting. They immediately realized the change in his realm.

All of their expressions became silent and sorrowful. So the reason Junior Brother came back to Beiwu Hall for a few hours was to break through and improve.

Junior Brother had such extraordinary talent, why did he choose to walk the road of martial cultivation and not return?

Of course, Qian Biao had also noticed the changes in these people, but he only thought that these people might have felt bad for the nurturing spirit pill, or might have realized that it was their mistake to go against the Left Discipline Hall, which was why they had such expressions.

In front of Spirit Cultivator of the dissolving blade realm, even martial cultivator should be considered as an ant.

Even if Feng Ting was special, he was just a strong ant.

Very quickly, Ding Chundong sent out the thirty-three nurturing spirit pill. There were still about twenty or so nurturing spirit pill left in the box.

At this time, another hidden disciple rushed into the courtyard.

Ding Chundong quickly closed his pill box and retreated behind Feng Ting.

"Junior Brother Feng Ting... "Hello."

"Junior Brother... I'm not late, am I? "

Feng Ting very casually looked at these newcomers, and said with a smile: "Sorry, fellow Senior Brothers, today's medicine gift ceremony will end here."

When everyone heard this, their hearts thumped loudly, wishing they could give themselves two tight slaps.

"Junior Brother... "Actually, we were here a long time ago."

"That's right!" Junior Brother... Actually, we've been here for quite some time. "

Without waiting for Feng Ting to speak, Li Yuan spoke first: "Since you guys are already here and are acting cowardly, you can only blame yourselves."

Ding Chundong hugged onto the pill box tightly and said domineeringly: "Senior Brothers, you can only wait for the next time."

Everyone looked at Feng Ting, hoping that this sixteen year old would give them a chance.

Feng Ting gave a bland laugh, "At this time three days later, I will ask all of you to come again."

"Thank you, Junior Brother Feng Ting!"

"Thank you, Junior Brother Feng Ting!"

Although everyone was somewhat disappointed, they finally saw the light of dawn as they bowed in gratitude.

Feng Ting smiled at everyone, and then looked at the pale Qian Biao, and laughed: "Senior Brother Ding, how did you forget about Senior Brother Qian Biao."

"Yes." Ding Chundong immediately came over, took out a pill and gave it to Qian Biao.

Qian Biao glanced at the pill, and the hatred in his eyes turned into hatred. How could he accept such charity?

Feng Ting laughed: "Even though Senior Brother Qian Biao has long since become a Spirit Cultivator, you can still give the pills to the other fellow disciples. This is a huge favor!"

Qian Biao's mouth revealed a murderous smile: "Junior Brother Feng Ting, how generous of you!"

"Senior Brother Qian Biao, if you have something to say, just say it." Feng Ting was still as indifferent as before.

Qian Biao clenched his teeth: "Junior Brother Feng Ting, I won't disturb you any longer."

Seeing that Qian Biao had resisted his impulse, Feng Ting knew that it was time for him to take action, and said: "Senior Brother Qian Biao, tonight's view is pretty good, I want to learn a few moves from Senior Brother Qian Biao."

"Alright."

Qian Biao immediately agreed. He had originally wanted to suppress the anger in his heart and wait for everyone to disperse before killing Feng Ting.

Right now, Feng Ting was taking the initiative to challenge him, he was hoping for nothing more.

Everyone in Beiwu Hall understood what Feng Ting meant, it was better to face Qian Biao head on than to wait for Qian Biao to sneak in an attack from behind, but like this, they could not help.

Fighting one against one, Junior Brother was at too much of a disadvantage.

Hua Fenfei suddenly took a step forward and said: "Junior Brother Feng Ting, you are only a martial cultivator, how are you qualified to fight with Senior Brother Qian Biao?

"Senior Sister Hua, Senior Brother Qian Biao is the number one genius of Night Sea Sect, I just want to learn from him."

Feng Ting's answer, however, was casual and not the least bit afraid.

Qian Biao naturally understood that Hua Fenfei was helping Feng Ting. He coldly looked at Hua Fenfei, and laughed: "Senior Sister Hua, since Junior Brother Feng Ting has such an idea, as fellow senior brothers and sisters, how could there be a reason why we shouldn't agree to it? Senior Sister, please step back. "

Hua Fenfei's face turned cold: Senior Brother Qian Biao, do you think that this competition is meaningful?

Qian Biao's smile immediately disappeared, and he looked at Hua Fenfei coldly: "Senior Sister Hua, Junior Brother Feng Ting thinks that it's meaningful, and I also think that there's nothing wrong with that, Senior Sister shouldn't meddle in other people's business."

Hua Fenfei still wanted to speak, but she shook her head: "Senior Sister Hua, you don't need to worry."

Hua Fenfei looked at Feng Ting, and his heart was filled with confusion.

He was a smart man, why did he have to do such a reckless thing?

The cultivation disciples of the Four Great Temples in the courtyard naturally all had the same thoughts as Hua Fenfei.

Although he heard that Feng Ting was not ordinary, a Qian Yao who crippled his Origin Opening Primary Grade, and a Qian Tong who defeated middle level of Kaiyuan.

But this Qian Biao in front of him was a Dissolving Blade Primary Grade, and he was no longer a match for the martial cultivator.

The people who were waiting for the nurturing spirit pill to grow were even more worried.

If something happened to Feng Ting, would his promise still be fulfilled?

Suddenly, an elegant and ethereal figure entered the yard and stood inside the gate, looking at the people in the yard silently.

She had arrived quietly, and not many people had seen her.

But Qian Biao, Feng Ting, Hua Fenfei, and the others still saw her, so they knew why she had appeared.

Their expressions were all different, and the feelings in their hearts were clearly very complicated.

The night before, Qian Biao thought that her appearance was entirely a coincidence. But now, when he saw that she had arrived but didn't reveal himself, he knew that he had made a mistake.

She had appeared so that he would have some scruples when she attacked him.

A hint of hatred flashed in his eyes as he extended his hand and made a gesture of invitation, "Junior Brother Feng Ting, please."

"Qian Biao... Senior Martial Brother … "Please."

Feng Ting's expression was still calm and relaxed, as if he was completely unaware of the power of the person in front of him, as if he was already an existence that the martial cultivator could not resist.

"Junior Brother, then I won't be polite."

Qian Biao extended his hand out, causing the Spiritual Strength in his meridians to gush out, transforming into a sharp blade, slashing towards Feng Ting with his back.

He did not want to make the mistake that You Rou made the night before, the moment he attacked, he had used 120% of his strength.

The edge of spiritual energy was like a six foot long blade, matching with the speed of the Spirit Cultivator, it was no longer an attack that the martial cultivator could not resist.

The surrounding people all retreated in fear, and even the twelve Spirit Cultivator s behind Feng Ting subconsciously retreated.

However, because they were too close to Qian Biao and were also within the attacking range of the blade, it was obvious that they could not move fast enough to dodge it.

Li Yuan, Dong Sheng and Li Jie were all hit by the sharp blades, their chests had a hole cut through them.

If the spectators acted in such a way, it was obvious how much pressure the Feng Ting facing Qian Biao had to endure.

Feng Ting punched out, with the power of the fourth stage of One Word Collapsing Fist.

However, this kind of defense was not enough to block the blade's attack. Blood splattered all over his fist, and his body was also sent flying by the blade, flying out of the courtyard.

"Swish."

Although the Xin Ceng Nu had come, and he didn't want the Xin Ceng Nu to see him attack fellow sect members, Feng Ting had to die today.

Just now, he did not kill Feng Ting with this move. At the same time that he pursued and attacked, a Spiritual Strength turned into twenty feet long fur, and pierced towards Feng Ting like a shadow.

So powerful!

Killing intent surged through the spear, everyone did not think that Feng Ting was unable to dodge this strike.

And even if Li Yuan, Ding Chundong, Hua Fenfei and the rest wanted to save Feng Ting, it would be too late.

The speed at which Feng Ting was being swept away was too fast, the speed at which Qian Biao was chasing was even faster, it was simply impossible for them to keep up with the speed of the two.

In the air above the small courtyard, Feng Ting was clad in white, his green robe fluttering with the wind.

It was as if everything was unavoidable!

Some of them closed their eyes subconsciously, some of them were scared and some of them were heartbroken.

But Feng Ting did not plan to wait for death, his body in the air, the invisible illusory wing vibrated, he retreated quickly, and then suddenly threw out a punch, with six layers of power attacking the spear.

"Bang …" "Snap."

With a dull thud, the long hair of the Spiritual Strength retreated.

Qian Biao had never expected such an unforeseen event.

After ten or so hours, why did Feng Ting suddenly become so strong?

And it was also at this moment that Qian Biao suddenly sensed that Feng Ting's realm had already stepped into the Fighting King realm.

Although this fist was not enough to contend against him, it was still impossible for him to kill Feng Ting in the blink of an eye.

In fact, what he did not know was that if he continued to attack with all his might in the next moment, in order to prevent spirit energy from rushing into the Spiritual Sea, Feng Ting would not dare to use his One Word Collapsing Fist to defend himself.

However, because Feng Ting had stepped into the Fighting King realm, Qian Biao felt very relaxed. He wanted to tease Feng Ting for a while, and also let the four great hall disciples know, that what he was going to kill, was trash that could only stay in the Fighting King realm for his entire life.

Qian Biao landed and smiled: "Junior Brother Feng Ting, congratulations on stepping into the Fighting King realm."

Of course Feng Ting understood that this was a sarcasm, he felt that it was time to provoke Qian Biao a little.

Therefore, Feng Ting smiled slightly: "Senior Brother Qian Biao, I have already experienced it.

Once Qian Biao heard that Feng Ting wanted to leave, he coldly said: "Junior Brother Feng Ting, no rush, I will give you a quick death."

As he said that, he made a mistake with his palms. Another spirit energy lance suddenly appeared and pierced towards Feng Ting's face like a poisonous dragon.

At this time, Twelve Spirit Cultivators and Hua Fenfei flew over. Qian Biao did not want to drag this matter any longer, he would kill Feng Ting first.