The Ninth Rebirth Demon King

Feng Ting walked out of the crowd and shouted towards the plaza: "You two, talk properly."

Seeing a young lad coming out to shout, the two men were surprised, but they did not have the time to pay attention to him. They continued to besiege Chen Ying. Their thought was simple. To defeat the strongest warrior in the Night Sea Sect, the Night Sea Sect would naturally not dare not to surrender his treasures.

Feng Ting continued to walk forward, and said as he walked: "You two, if you want to kill people, then I won't stop you. If your goal is not to kill people, then why don't you sit down and have a good talk? "

Because they were closer to each other, Feng Ting's body trembled slightly because of the Spiritual Strength's intimidating aura.

"Scram."

"Whoosh."

One of the men suddenly struck out with his palm towards Feng Ting. Although the palm was casual, the Spiritual Strength was rushing forward, like a landslide.

He was much stronger than Qian Daohui.

Feng Ting could only raise his fists and strike out with the fifth stage of the One Word Collapsing Fist.

"Bam."

However, before the gale from his fist reached him, his body was already sent flying back to the front of the crowd. With great difficulty, he managed to stabilize himself.

could not help but be astonished in his heart for his opponent to be able to become so strong with just a casual strike.

However, he had the Healing Flame. As long as it did not instantly take his life and gave him time to heal, it would be fine.

The Healing Flame in his dantian released a warm aura and followed along the meridians to spread throughout his body, smoothing out his injured meridians.

Hua Fenfei and Twelve Spirit Cultivators both gathered beside Feng Ting, wanting to help him retreat. He shook his head, indicating that he was fine.

Everyone had seen Feng Ting's mystical skills before, so they knew Feng Ting's personality. Although they were worried, they could only follow him and did not forcefully drag him away.

However, the surrounding Spirit Cultivator disciples did not know that Feng Ting was a Fighting King Primary Grade martial cultivator. They had already sensed that after Feng Ting was sent flying, even if he did not die, he would still be crippled.

However, at this moment, the youth walked into the arena once again. His footsteps were neither fast nor slow, and his expression was neither humble nor afraid.

"If you two still continue to be this unreasonable, my Night Sea Sect disciples will still fight you two even if we die."

The dozens of spirit cultivator disciples in Grimoire Pavilion were shocked, as were the two men.

They thought that Feng Ting would be crippled even if he didn't die, but they never thought that he wasn't dead yet.

"Scram!"

One of the man in black s made his move again. From a distance of thirty meters, a wave of Spiritual Strength turned into a huge hammer and struck over.

Its speed and its power made everyone on scene extremely terrified.

Not to mention that this young man was only a martial cultivator, even if it was the Spirit Cultivator, he would still undoubtedly die.

"Bam."

Feng Ting punched out again, and as expected, he was sent flying as he collided with the heavy hammer.

When he landed on the ground, blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth. His face was deathly pale, and his injuries were even worse than before.

The pill flame released a warm Qi, which quickly spread through the meridians.

"Junior Brother, they are too strong."

Li Yuan held onto Feng Ting's arm, wanting to drag Feng Ting back.

"I'm fine."

Feng Ting wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth and smiled.

When the others saw this, their hearts trembled like a tide. They didn't know how to react.

The pill flame was soothing the pain, causing Feng Ting's complexion to improve. He straightened his body and walked towards the center of the field, and shouted loudly: "You two, if you don't stop, don't blame my Night Sea Sect for being ruthless."

Here it comes again!

The two men had already gained the upper hand, it wouldn't be long before they defeated the Grand Elder.

They didn't put anyone else in their eyes at all, but this youth's tenacity and immortality caused their hearts to be in a bit of a mess.

"Die!"

The two men attacked at almost the same time. Two heavy hammers whistled through the air and smashed towards Ye Xiwen.

Feng Ting raised his brows, both fists striking out, the same at the fifth stage of One Word Collapsing Fist.

"Bang bang."

This kind of defense obviously could not stop the Spiritual Strength's hammer attack. He was once again blasted away, his body flying over the crowd and falling onto the ground.

This youth was dead for sure!

Although Hua Feifei and the others had seen Feng Ting's might before, they were still frightened by his might, thinking that he would not die.

A few of the clones arrived and surrounded Feng Ting. Seeing Feng Ting wiping away the blood from the corners of his mouth, they slowly stood up.

"Junior Brother, they are too strong, we better not bother about them." Ding Chundong advised in a low voice.

"Junior Brother, you can't take any more risks." Ceng Wenbu said.

He Zhong also said, "Junior Brother, what you're doing is useless."

"Who said it was useless!" Feng Ting gave a bitter smile as he walked forward.

Hua Fenfei looked at Feng Ting's back, and said in shock: "He has already alarmed those two people."

Everyone heard and immediately understood the Junior Brother's intention.

The purpose of Junior Brother was to startle them, and not to fight against the two man in black s. However, they were still worried, and looked helplessly at Feng Ting's back.

When the Spirit Cultivating Disciples of the Grimoire Pavilion saw the tall and handsome figure move forward, their faces filled with shock, even more so than when they saw the two men.

Here it comes again!

The two men were furious, but their eyes were also filled with confusion and shock.

The Supreme Elder, Chen Ying, who was originally forced to the point of not being able to catch his breath, was shocked by the two men's energy. He finally had a chance to take a breather and glanced at Feng Ting who was walking over to him again.

This was Feng Ting!

Unfortunately, he had already stepped into the Fighting King realm!

Boom! Boom!

The two men attacked at the same time once more. The two Spiritual Strength s transformed into two spears, flashing with brilliance as they flew over.

Feng Ting had already been prepared for a long time.

"Bang bang."

The lance was too powerful. The two punches were not enough to disperse the force of the lance. The lance pushed him back, sending him flying out of the square, flying over the crowd. After flying another fifty meters, he finally landed.

BOOM!

Feng Ting crashed onto the ground of the bluestone, prostrated on the ground and lowered his head, unable to get up.

It's over!

Dozens of Spirit Cultivator disciples turned around and looked at Feng Ting's soft body, their faces revealing expressions of lament.

Twelve Spirit Cultivators and Hua Fenfei immediately surrounded him. Everyone wanted to reach out to support Feng Ting, but they saw Feng Ting's hand suddenly move, and even waved, indicating that they did not need to help him.

Still alive!

Although everyone was mentally prepared and knew that the Junior Brother wouldn't send them to their deaths, they were still so shocked that they wanted to go on a rampage.

The warm feeling released by the pill flame had already started to flow through Feng Ting's meridians, and the injuries to his meridians quickly recovered, while the injuries to his bones and tendons also quickly recovered.

Finally, Feng Ting got up and walked forward.

"Junior Brother …"

Feng Ting smiled and shook his head, indicating that he was fine.

Still alive!

Seeing Feng Ting standing up, the few tens of Spirit Cultivators all looked as if they had seen a ghost.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Feng Ting passed through the crowd and appeared on the plaza, walking step by step towards the arena.

This time, the two men knew this teenager's decisiveness without him saying a word. An undying person was far more shocking than a powerful Spirit Cultivator.

The two men originally had the upper hand, but after being disturbed so many times, they were at a disadvantage.

That youth was still walking over step by step. Could it be that he really wasn't afraid of death?

Besides being shocked, the two men were even more perplexed. However, they absolutely could not be scared off by a young man. The two of them once again attacked the young man.

The attack this time was even more powerful. Two spirit energy lance carrying the power to tear through space, rushed straight towards Feng Ting.

Suddenly, a shout came from above, and a tall figure flew towards Feng Ting, wanting to save him.

But compared to the spirit energy lance, he was still too slow.

The man could only watch as Feng Ting was struck by the two pikes, and was pushed towards the edge of the plaza by the two pikes.

Following this person were three other men and a woman.

The big and sturdy figure chased after Feng Ting, flying out of the plaza, and watched him fall to the ground.

With a sorrowful and anxious expression, he landed beside Feng Ting and supported him up.

"Father!"

Feng Ting smiled as he looked at his father's anxious and sorrowful expression, while being supported by his father in the crook of his arm.

"How are you?"

The person who came was Feng Xing who was in closed-door training. He saw his son being sent flying by the two dissolving blade s and thought that his son would definitely die.

"I'm fine."

"Paying respects to master …"

At this time, the Twelve Spirit Cultivators also arrived, all of them bowed respectfully.

Feng Xing frowned, and said angrily: "How can you let Feng Ting mess around like this!"

"Master... "We …"

The crowd didn't know how to explain, but they all had fearful looks on their faces.

Feng Ting immediately explained: "It has nothing to do with the Senior Brothers."

Feng Xing thought that his son was going to die. With a miserable expression, he said: "Go to the Supreme Elder and ask for medicine."

"Father, I'm fine." Feng Ting explained with a smile.

Feng Xing looked at his son's wound on the abdomen, and could not believe that he was lifting Feng Ting up into the air, passing through the crowd and landing on the plaza.

The battle had stopped. The two Black-clothed Man s looked at Chen Ying and the three men and one woman fearlessly.

"You dare to offend my Night Sea Sect. Both of you, don't even think about leaving." Sovereign of Europe shouted.

"Even you want to keep us here, what nonsense." The man in black among the two said disdainfully.

"Then let's give it a try." Ou Juncheng was about to attack.

"Wait." The Great Clan Elder stopped Ou Juncheng from taking action.

"Grand Elder!" Ou Juncheng did not understand.

Chen Ying ignored Ou Juncheng, and looked at the two men and said: "You two, the treasures you are looking for, are not in our Night Sea Sect."

One of the man in black laughed disdainfully: "If you say you're not here, then you're not. Do you really think that my brother is that easy to be perfunctory?"

"How can the two of you believe that the treasure is not in my Night Sea Sect?" Chen Ying asked.

"Hand it over and we'll pretend nothing happened." The man continued to be unrelenting.

After listening to the conversation between Sovereign of Europe, Hall Master He Wenjun of Qing Gong Tang, Hall Master Kou Zhen of Southern Domain and Hall Master Qian Daoshen of Left Discipline Hall, they finally understood why these two people framed the Night Sea Sect and took their treasures.

Seeing the Great Elder being so polite to these two, their origins were definitely not small.

One of the men shouted, "Hand it over in two days or you will have to bear the consequences."

"The two of you, your treasures are truly not in my Night Sea Sect." Chen Ying was still explaining.