The Ninth Rebirth Demon King

Qian Daoshen continued to explain: "Senior Brother, maybe it's because Second Brother and the rest want to befriend the Spirit Cultivator disciple, but they only want to befriend the Spirit Cultivator disciple."

Ou Juncheng laughed: "Junior brother, you are now pushing everything onto the dead. This isn't something a gentleman should do."

"Senior brother, actually, Lao Er and the rest have never told these Spirit Cultivator disciples to overthrow senior brother's position of sect head."

At this time, Qian Daoshen could not admit it even if he was beaten to death. As long as the Grand Elder did not punish him, then he would have a chance to rise again.

"Junior brother, are you refusing to admit it at all?" Ou Juncheng stared deadly at Qian Daoshen.

"Senior brother, I didn't make it, so of course I can't admit it." Qian Daoshen lowered his head.

"In other words, I wronged your Qian Family?"

Feng Ting who was standing behind suddenly walked out and stood in front of Qian Daoshen.

Qian Daoshen lifted his head, and looked at Feng Ting with a gaze that was like a cold blade. "Don't think that just because the Grand Elder is protecting you, you can do anything and everything. Don't forget, you are only a martial cultivator after all. Moreover, you have already entered the Fighting King realm, so you will only be a martial cultivation trash for the rest of your life. "

Hearing that, the one with the biggest reaction was not Feng Ting, but Feng Xing.

His expression immediately changed as he took a step forward and glared at Qian Daoshen: "Senior Brother, even though my son is a martial cultivator, I will not allow others to look down on him."

Feng Ting laughed coldly: "Qian Daoshen, I, this martial cultivator, have almost killed all of your Qian Family!"

After Qian Daoshen heard this, his body trembled, and the gaze that he used to look at Feng Ting became even colder and more threatening.

Feng Ting smiled indifferently: "Qian Daoshen, Grand Elder won't make things difficult for me for the dead bodies of you Qian Family, and neither will the others."

As he spoke, he looked at the surrounding disciples.

Qian Daoshen's face paled. Wasn't this the same thought as before?

He relied on the Supreme Elder's love of talent, and his Qian Family had a genius like Qian Biao, as well as a lot of spirit disciples.

Feng Ting continued to laugh, "At that time, Qian Heng, Qian Tong, Qian Daohui and Qian Biao thought that the Supreme Elder loved this person. Even if they kill me, the Grand Elder wouldn't make things difficult for them for a dead man. Now that they are dead, it is the same logic. "

Qian Daoshen felt that the teenager in front of Qian Jin was a poisonous snake, his every word was like a deadly poison that struck his heart.

Although Qian Daoshen lowered his head and did not want others to see his gaze, everyone could feel the bitter and venomous Qi that was being emitted from his body.

"Feng Ting, let's go."

Feng Xing did not want his son to continue provoking Qian Daoshen.

"Yes, Father." Feng Ting was very obedient, he turned around and left.

"Junior brother, you are the best."

In the end, Ou Juncheng displayed a little bit of sect master's demeanor and did not continue to add insult to injury.

The others didn't say anything and left as well.

Only after everyone in the plaza had disappeared did Qian Daoshen slowly raise his head, his eyes already bloodshot.

His fists had already turned white from clenching his sleeves, and a small crack had already appeared on the rocky ground beneath his feet.

Inside Grimoire Pavilion, Great Clan Elder Chen Ying and his personal disciple Jiang Bei stood by the window, looking at the lonely and cold Qian Daoshen.

"Master, what do we do now?" Jiang Bei asked in a low voice.

"Feng Ting is a genius alchemist, but unfortunately, he is already a Fighting King Primary Grade." Chen Ying's expression was very complicated.

Jiang Bei said in a low voice, "Master, Senior Brother Qian will not let this go."

Chen Ying frowned, and did not say a word.

Jiang Bei continued to speak: "Master, forty percent of the Spirit Cultivators in Grimoire Pavilion came from the Left Discipline Hall, and all of the Spirit Cultivators received Qian Family's gifts."

Chen Ying was startled. "If Feng Ting can really give the nurturing spirit pill to the martial disciples, what are the benefits of the Qian Family's gifts?"

Jiang Bei slightly nodded, and said: "This disciple will go and check it out later, and see how good the nurturing spirit pill that Feng Ting has gifted to me looks like."

"Yes." Chen Ying nodded slightly.

Jiang Bei suddenly said: "Master, how should we deal with the two Spirit Cultivator s from Heizhou City?"

Chen Ying suddenly thought of this matter and his brows immediately tightened, "These two people repeatedly said that the treasure is in my Night Sea Sect and they did not say what it is."

"Master, is it related to Feng Ting?" Jiang Bei said in a low voice.

Chen Ying suddenly said: "Could it be that it has something to do with Feng Ting's Alchemy?"

"Otherwise, how could a sixteen year old have such a profound art?" Jiang Bei said in a low voice.

"But I wonder what kind of treasure could make a person's Alchemy so profound."

"Master, Feng Ting's Alchemy is only a legend. Maybe the Spirit Pill he refined is only in shape and no spirit." Jiang Bei replied.

"Go find the two nurturing spirit pill that he gave to me and let me have a look." Chen Ying said.

"Yes."

Just as Jiang Bei was about to leave, Chen Ying said again: "Feng Ting has been injured by the Qu brothers several times, but he is still safe and sound. This is also very strange for you."

"Yes, that's puzzling too." Jiang Bei nodded slightly.

"Have you seen him using treasures to protect himself?" Chen Ying asked.

"Nope."

"If he didn't have the protection of a treasure, how would a martial cultivator like him be able to withstand the thunderous strikes of the Qu brothers?" Chen Ying said silently.

"Master, I'll go investigate."

"Yes."

Chen Ying squinted his eyes, suddenly feeling that his control over the Night Sea Sect was not as strong as he thought.

Jiang Bei quietly left the room. He knew that the people who were suspicious of Feng Ting right now were definitely not only the Grand Elder.

The three hall masters, the sect master, as well as everyone from the Beiwu Hall, as well as Hua Fenfei and Xin Han, all left the Grimoire Pavilion.

Feng and the others rejected Ou Juncheng's request to stay, then left the Zhongyu Peak with the rest, returning back to the North Rock Peak.

Reaching the entrance of the Beiwu Hall, Feng Ting stopped and said to Feng Xing: "Father, I'm still under punishment right now, I can't enter the Beiwu Hall."

"Follow me!" The Feng Group walked into the Beiwu Hall.

Li Yuan immediately said to Feng Ting in a low voice: "Junior Brother, I beg you, don't make my master angry."

He Zhong immediately said: "Yes! Junior Brother, all of our senior brothers are begging you. "

"Junior Brother, stop messing around, quickly go in."

Everyone looked at Feng Ting with anticipation. If it wasn't for the fact that Feng Ting was the youngest, they all wanted to kneel before him.

Feng Ting shook his head helplessly, and said: "Alright."

"That's good. Junior Brother, please come in …"

Twelve Spirit Cultivators revealed a smile, and sent Feng Ting into the Beiwu Hall like a Buddha.

In the main hall, Feng Xing had already sat down. Although he had a serious expression on his face, his gaze was clearly filled with concern.

"Tell me, what happened between you and the Qian Family?"

All along the way, Wind had been thinking about this question.

If Feng Ting was alone, how could he fight against Qian Daohui and the others.

Feng Ting laughed: "Reporting to father, the process is a bit long and complicated."

"Speak." Feng Xing pretended to look at Feng Ting with anger.

"Alright."

Feng Ting started to narrate the details of his life. He would never tell anyone about the ninth reincarnation.

As for alchemy, he only said that he became an alchemy expert after a sudden insight.

As for his grudge with the Qian Family, he told them everything. He crippled Qian Yao, killed Qian Heng, Qian Biao and Qian Daohui, all of this he had explained very clearly.

As for the process, he only lightly stated that his talent in martial cultivation was extraordinary, and that he possessed comprehension and endurance that surpassed ordinary people.

Even though the process was inconceivable, when Feng Ting casually spoke, it was so natural, as if everything was inevitable.

Although Feng Xing understood it, based on his decades of cultivation experience, he couldn't believe it.

He looked at his son, then looked at the twelve disciples who had already become Spirit Cultivator s, and frowned.

Seeing that his master did not believe him, Li Yuan added in a low voice, "Master, what Junior Brother has said is all true."

Feng Xing went silent for a moment, and then said: "You can refine nurturing spirit pill?"

"I still have Spirit Pill s refined by the Junior Brother."

Without waiting for Feng Ting's reply, Ding Chundong immediately took out his pill box.

He brought it to his Master and whispered, "Master, please take a look."

Feng Xing glanced at Ding Chundong, scaring Ding Chundong to the point that he did not dare to raise his head, he was wearing the body of a sinner, he should not have left porcine bovine forest.

Feng Xing opened the pill box, and the light from the pill box radiated out, illuminating that serious face. His hand involuntarily trembled, and he almost threw the pill box over.

A total of twenty Spirit Pill, surrounded by spirit energy, with dense Qi, these were indeed nurturing spirit pill.

Twelve Spirit Cultivators had never seen their master's expression before, so they all revealed a faint smile.

From now on, Master would probably never get angry at Junior Brother again.

"Whap."

Feng Xing closed his eyes, trying his best to calm his churning heart.

How was this possible!

Slowly opening his eyes, he looked at his sixteen year old son. At last, a smile appeared on Feng Xing's face.

Seeing that his Master was smiling, Li Yuan immediately laughed and said: "Master, Junior Brother is definitely an exceptional genius."

"Master, Junior Brother is not only a genius in alchemy, he is also a genius in martial cultivation." He Zhong said.

Ding Chundong also said by the side: "Although Junior Brother cannot become Spirit Cultivator, he is truly very strong."

Feng Xing gazed at Feng Ting, thinking back to the scene when he was sent flying by the two dissolving blade Spirit Cultivator s above the plaza.

At that time, he had believed that Feng Ting was definitely dead, but Feng Ting had survived without a scratch.

Furthermore, Feng Ting had killed the number one genius of the Night Sea Sect, Qian Biao had killed Qian Du, who was second only to the four great hall masters.

It was true that Feng Ting was strong!

But how could Feng Ting be so powerful!

Feng Xing looked at Feng Ting, and asked thoughtfully: "Feng Ting, do the Heizhou City's treasures have anything to do with you?"

"Of course not." Feng Ting wouldn't admit it even if he was beaten to death.

"Then can you tell me, why do you have such a tyrannical battle power, a strong body, and how did you become such a mystical alchemist?"

Feng Xing looked at Feng Ting's eyes, wanting to see something from his son's eyes.

Feng Ting knew he had to come up with something, or else it would be hard for his father to believe him. He took out a three-legged cauldron from his bosom, placed it in front of his father, and said: "Father, this is a spring cauldron, it can gather spirit energy like a spring. My strength, is related to it."

In his opinion, this spring cauldron was nothing special.

Feng Ting lifted the lid of the small cauldron, and gently released the Spiritual Strength onto the small cauldron.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding spiritual energy became dense.

Since they were too close, Feng Xing could feel that the spirit energy in the area was different.

The Twelve Spirit Cultivators behind Feng Ting also felt the spirit energy in this small region become denser.

Everyone was surprised, only then did they understand why the Junior Brother always trained alone, it was because there was such a treasure.

Just at this moment, spiritual energy came out of the small cauldron. It was faint and warm, even lighter than the mist. If it was a bit farther, it would have been impossible to see what was happening.

Feng Xing, who had always been silent, was dumbstruck when he saw this scene. He didn't dare to believe such a fantastic scene.