The Ninth Rebirth Demon King

After entering the depths of the forest, he arrived at the biggest tree. Feng Ting flew up the tree and hung two boxes between the treetops.

The reason why he did not immediately refine the ingredients was because even though the quality of the two boxes of ingredients was not bad, it was not enough to create a high quality Spirit Pill.

Right now, he wanted to make these medicinal herbs receive the warmth of rich spirit energy, and then grow again, and then use it to refine Qing Xue Dan.

After arranging the ingredients, Feng Ting descended from the big tree and continued to bitterly cultivate his One Word Collapsing Fist.

Although he did not place Qian Yao in his eyes, after ten days, this should be the first time he faced the Spirit Cultivator as a martial cultivator, so there couldn't be the slightest mistake.

When he thought about how his first lifetime, the destruction of the Night Sea Sect, was because of the Qian Family, he felt incomparably furious in his heart.

To take care of the Qian Family who had destroyed the Night Sea Sect, she would start from taking care of Qian Yao.

"Boom …" Boom … "Boom …"

Each time he punched out with his fist, the impact caused the fallen leaves to fall from the trees around him.

Unknowingly, a few days had passed.

On the night of the competition, the medicinal cattle and the pig in the porcine bovine forest had all fallen asleep, but Feng Ting was still trying his best to cultivate the One Word Collapsing Fist.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Sweat soaked Feng Ting's clothes and pants and his face looked like it was being washed.

Suddenly, Feng Ting accidentally punched, and a series of invisible energies surged out.

Fourth stage of the One Word Collapsing Fist!

He succeeded!

"Whooosh."

He took a deep breath and wiped the sweat off his face. Then, he laid down on the tree trunk and calmed the surging spiritual energy in his body.

The spring cauldron at the side was slowly releasing dense spirit energy like clouds and water that were curling around.

A majority of the spiritual energy was absorbed by Feng Ting, while the other portion was absorbed by the monkshood.

The monkshood had already sprouted, a few needle-like brown horns had already sprouted out of the tree trunk, crazily absorbing the spirit energy released by the spring cauldron.

Not long later, Feng Ting's face returned to normal, and his clothes were also washed clean by the spirit energy. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Early in the morning, the sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves and streaked across Feng Ting's handsome face.

He stretched lazily, opened his eyes, jumped off the tree, and walked out of porcine bovine forest.

Just as he walked out of the forest, he saw a fat Li Yuan and a thin Ding Chundong standing at the entrance of the small courtyard.

Beside them, there were also three senior brothers Ceng Wenbu, He Zhong and Lv Bin.

It seemed that the Senior Brothers were afraid that Qian Yao would bully him, so they came over to help him.

Feng Ting walked in front of the other senior brothers, and laughed: "Seniors, competition between disciples is a very normal thing, your power is a little too big right?"

Li Yuan hurriedly said: "Qian Yao has already entered the Grimoire Pavilion, and he still wants to compete with the Junior Brother. He is bullying the weak."

Ding Chundong also said, "And right now, the sect master and the four great hall masters are already in closed door cultivation.

Feng Ting laughed: "Since all four Seniors are here, let's watch the show."

Everyone was puzzled by his carefree attitude.

If it was someone the Junior Brother was going to face, it was very possible that it was the Spirit Cultivator.

Suddenly, Ding Chundong said: "He's here."

Everyone looked towards where Ding Chundong was looking at, and saw his robust figure walking towards them on the mountain path.

Behind Qian Yao, there were two Left Discipline Hall disciples dressed in green.

However, Qian Yao walked over on foot, causing everyone to heave a sigh of relief.

The fact that he did not fly meant that he had not yet become a Spirit Cultivator.

But right at that moment, Qian Yao suddenly flew up into the sky, looking down at them.

The relaxed hearts of Li Yuan and the others tightened in an instant.

Qian Yao was already a Spirit Cultivator!

They worriedly looked at Junior Brother, but found that not only was Feng Ting not afraid at all, he was smiling instead.

Looking at Qian Yao, Feng Ting only said a few words in a low voice, "I hope that he will also have this kind of good mood in a while."

Qian Yao slowly descended and arrogantly laughed: "Hahaha … Feng Ting... Ten days have passed, you look really good! "

"You look good too, but it's hard to say after a while."

Hearing that, Qian Yao frowned: "Feng Ting, I will make you regret your past."

"Feng Ting... Don't even think about it, I will let you know how powerful the Spirit Cultivator is. "

After saying that, Qian Yao raised his hand, and a layer of Spiritual Strength appeared on his palm.

The Beiwu Hall and her fellow disciples looked at the Spiritual Strength, and all of their expressions became serious.

Transforming invisible spirit energy into a tangible Spiritual Strength was Spirit Cultivator's most terrifying ability.

They were all prepared that if Qian Yao tried to kill Feng Ting, they would protect the Junior Brother even if they die.

"Phew …"

Just as everyone was panicking, Feng Ting had already made his move.