The Ninth Rebirth Demon King

Seeing that the people around had stopped to look at him and Feng Ting, the young man could only stop in his tracks, and immediately became angry.

Even the top ten geniuses of Guanling Academy would not be as arrogant as this young man.

Feng Ting didn't even turn his head around, and directly left Guanling Academy.

In the evening, Feng Ting came to pick Xin Han up.

He could tell that Xin Ceng Nu's mood was slightly better today. Presumably, it was the three story ancient scrolls, which suited her appetite more. Furthermore, the disgusting Qiu Xian had not appeared.

When the two of them walked out of Book Pavilion, the young man in the morning appeared again. However, he did not have the arrogance he had in the morning.

Feng Ting looked at his smiley face and said: "I'm done eating."

"Vice President Zuo will treat you to a meal." The young man immediately laughed: "Junior Martial Brother Feng, if I don't invite you over, my legs will be broken."

Feng Ting replied casually, "You are a Dissolving Blade Primary Grade cultivator, your legs are broken, you won't even need half a month to recover."

Hearing that, the young man was not angry at all, he was still smiling: "Junior Martial Brother Feng, let's not joke around, come with me to see Vice President Zuo."

Xin Han didn't understand. She felt that this young man was already very lowly and lowly, so Feng Ting should have agreed to it.

Feng Ting did not want to continue torturing this young man, so he said: "Alright."

"Thank you, Junior Martial Brother Feng." The young man pointed, the Vice President Zuo's carriage was over there.

"Yes."

Thus, Feng Ting and Xin Han followed the young man and walked dozens of meters. When they saw the A Golden Scaled Carriage stop under the tree leaves, the carriage driver was also a Spirit Cultivator.

The three of them got on the carriage and headed towards the main entrance.

The sun had set, and the carriage sped through the wide, clean streets, enjoying itself.

According to the rules of the Guanling Academy, only the Principal's and Vice President's carriage can move about within the academy. Therefore, being able to ride a car and fly about in the campus was definitely a kind of pride.

However, the young man realized that Feng Ting was still as indifferent as before. Was he pretending, or did he really not feel anything?

The young man suddenly remembered that he had not introduced himself to Feng Ting yet: "Junior Martial Brother Feng, my name is Duan He."

"Yes." Feng Ting casually replied.

"Senior Brother Duan, my name is Xin Han." Xin Han bowed slightly.

"Junior Sister Xin, you are now our academy's First Beauty." Duan He said with a smile.

Xin Han frowned slightly, "Senior Brother Duan, don't joke around."

Duan He laughed, "This is not a joke. Ever since last night's spar, there have been people who have evaluated you as the academy's First Beauty."

Xin Han lowered her head, not knowing how to respond.

Feng Ting's interest was piqued, and he asked, "Who picked this First Beauty?"

"Some of the seniors were relatively more relaxed, and they all took up rankings. There were Genius Ranking s, alchemist rankings, equipment master rankings, and even beauties rankings. I really don't know who the specifics are. " Duan He replied.

Feng Ting unwittingly glanced at Xin Han, and laughed: "Then who was the original First Beauty?"

"Gongsun Qianlv." Duan He replied.

Upon hearing the name Gongsun Qianlv, Xin Han replied softly: "Senior Sister Gongsun is the pride of the academy, how can I compare with her."

Duan He hurriedly explained, "The rankings say that Senior Sister Gongsun Qianlv and Junior Sister Xin are both beauties of heaven and earth, and that no one can tell who will win or lose. But because the Junior Martial Brother Feng was a martial cultivator, she vowed to protect the Junior Sister Xin and challenge the incomparably strong Qiu Xian. From this point of view, the Junior Sister Xin is even more charming, so she was stronger than Gongsun Qianlv. "

Hearing this explanation, Xin Han smiled and looked at Feng Ting.

Feng Ting frowned, he felt that this explanation was not accurate.

He did not attack because he was infatuated with Xin Han, he just wanted to protect Xin Han from being disturbed by the disgusting Qiu Xian.

Furthermore, he found out that Qiu Xian liked the strange incense and knew that he could defeat Qiu Xian, which was why he challenged him.

After hearing what these fellows said, why did it seem like he had become infatuated with them?

Duan He continued, "In all of Junior Martial Brother Feng, there has never been a martial cultivator who could cause such a huge commotion. "That punch of yours made us Spirit Cultivators sigh at ourselves for not being able to match up."

"Is martial cultivation really that unbearable?" Feng Ting asked casually.

Hearing this, Duan He smiled awkwardly, "Of course not, of course not."

The Golden Scaled Carriage s ran out of the academy's gate and quickly left the academy's area of one Li. Outside the carriage, it became very lively.

After a while, the carriage slowed down and entered a house.

Although the house was not luxurious, it could already be considered a mansion.

The three of them got off the carriage and Duan He brought Feng Ting and Xin Han into a restaurant. They invited Feng Ting and Xin Han to sit down and he left.

Very quickly, Duan He returned. Behind him, there was a tall middle-aged man. This person had a full beard, a rough face, and a pair of large eyes that exuded a domineering aura.

Presumably, this was one of the ten Vice President s, Zuo Hu.

Feng Ting and Xin Han stood up, and Duan He introduced the two of them.

"Junior Martial Brother Feng, Junior Sister Xin, this is Principal Zuo." Duan He said.

"I am Zuo Hu, Vice President." Zuo Hu laughed.

"Greetings Principal Zuo." Xin Han bowed.

"Greetings Vice President Zuo." Feng Ting said.

"Take a seat." Zuo Hu gestured for the two of them to sit.

Feng Ting very casually sat down, Xin Han waited for Zuo Hu to sit down before she sat down.

Zuo Hu looked at the two of them and laughed: "It's very hard for the two of you to invite them."

Feng Ting replied, "I thought Senior Brother Duan was joking with me, so you didn't come."

Hearing this, Duan He's face changed.

Zuo Hu smiled and said, "It must be because Duan He doesn't know etiquette that he made you misunderstand."

Feng Ting laughed: "It's alright."

Seeing that Zuo Hu did not lose his temper, Duan He finally calmed down. He finally understood that this Feng Ting seemed to not care about anything at all.

At this moment, the servants began to serve the dishes.

Zuo Hu said to Feng Ting: "We normally eat while we chat."

"Alright."

"Thank you very much."

Feng Ting and Xin Han stood up and followed Zuo Hu to the side of the table to sit down.

Duan He stood at the side waiting, not daring to be slow.

"Eat." Zuo Hu picked up the chopsticks first.

Feng Ting did not stand on ceremony as he picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

Although Xin Han was also hungry, she was not too interested in eating, and was even more concerned about the reason Zuo Hu invited him over.

After eating for a while, Zuo Hu looked at Feng Ting and said: "Feng Ting, your fist, has already spread throughout Guanling Academy."

Feng Ting replied casually: "I am just a martial cultivator."

"However, you, a martial cultivator, has shocked us greatly." Zuo Hu said solemnly.

Feng Ting looked at Zuo Hu, and casually said: "Vice President Zuo, I think your words are a bit too much. With my little ability, I'm afraid I won't be able to enter your eyes. "

"Hahaha …" Feng Ting, your words are really wrong. " Zuo Hu laughed: "This punch of yours might not enter other people's eyes, but it does enter my eyes."

"I want to hear it." Feng Ting also wanted to know the reason why Zuo Hu invited him here.

Zuo Hu laughed: "I have a junior who does not have the qualifications to cultivate spirit, and is also a martial cultivator. I would like to ask you to teach him."

After Feng Ting heard this, he shook his head: "With my little ability, I won't miss out on anyone else."

"Hahaha …" "You are the strongest person I have ever seen who cultivates martial arts. There is no mistake." Zuo Hu laughed.

"Vice President Zuo, I can't accept this." Feng Ting did not have the mood to accept a disciple, moreover, he felt that this matter was a little strange.

Duan He who was at the side secretly looked at Feng Ting, and thought, this youth was truly different from the masses, to actually reject him so straightforwardly.

Zuo Hu was startled for a moment, then laughed: "Feng Ting, how about this, help me take a look at his Inherent Skill, this will work, right?"

"Vice President Zuo …"

Just as Feng Ting was about to refuse, he laughed and said: "Feng Ting, if you still refuse, aren't you giving me, the Vice President, too much face? If this gets out, as a Vice President, I won't be serving the masses in the Guanling Academy anymore. "

"Let him come." Feng Ting said.

"That kid is a bit weird. I'll bring you to see him after we finish our meal." Zuo Hu said.

Feng Ting felt that it was a little strange. He did not say anything, but he did catch a glimpse of Duan He's current expression.

After eating, Zuo Hu and Duan He brought Feng Ting and Xin Han out of the dining hall and into the rear courtyard.

The courtyard was very remote, perhaps the quietest place in the mansion.

At the door, Duan He carefully pushed it open.

A few people had just entered the courtyard when a two meter tall figure came out from the room.

This was a very fierce looking person. He had a ferocious pitch-black face and a pair of large eyes that shone with a wild light.

If one did not pay close attention, one would think that he was a man in his thirties.

But if one took a closer look at his appearance, they would realize that he was likely to be a young man not over the age of twenty.

"Vice President Zuo." Although the man was fierce, he still bowed and saluted when he saw Zuo Hu.

At this time, Feng Ting and the rest of the four were present, but in his eyes, there was only Zuo Hu.

"Hong Ben, let me introduce a friend to you." Zuo Hu said.

The young man called Hong Ben opened his eyes wide and looked at Feng Ting, then said: "He is also a martial cultivator."

"Yes, he's the strongest cultivator I've ever seen." Zuo Hu said.

"Strongest?" I didn't notice that. " Hong Ben's tone was wild.

Zuo Hu said solemnly: "He can defeat the dissolving blade in one punch."

Hearing that, Hong Ben frowned: "Does he have that ability? I don't believe it. "

"Hong Ben, you must know that there is always someone stronger than you. Zuo Hu said.

"I want to compete with him." Hong Ben looked at Feng Ting with a domineering gaze.

"I don't have time to play with you." Feng Ting's reply was indifferent, casual, and merciless.

"Don't play with me …" "Whew."

Hong Ben said as he punched forward with his fist.

Zuo Hu's cultivation realm was high, of course he had the ability to block Hong Ben's sudden move very casually, but he did not do it, and instead inadvertently dodged to the side.

Feng Ting was right next to him. If he had dodged away, Xin Han's weak body would have been hit by the fierce wind created by the punch.

He could only raise his fist and unleash the One Word Collapsing Fist, using six levels of power.