The Ninth Rebirth Demon King

Zuo Hu slowly turned his head, looked at Hong Ben and asked, "Yes, it disappeared, completely disappeared."

"That's quite a pity." Hong Ben said with regret.

Zuo Hu smiled slightly and said, "It was here that they first met."

"Vice President Zuo, did you come here to commemorate them?" Feng Ting bowed.

"Something like that."

Zuo Hu sighed, and his gaze became heavy again.

In his mind, the legend that started thirty years ago still echoed.

If that legend did not end eighteen years ago, then many histories would have been rewritten and the Heavenly Book City would be even more famous than it was now. Perhaps the City Lord's Mansion had already become a place that would cause people to be even more revered than the Chi Mansion.

However, everything could not be repeated!

"Is there anything else I can do for them other than reminiscence?" Hong Ben suddenly said.

Zuo Hu looked at Hong Ben and laughed, then slightly shook his head: "There is nothing else that I can do for them."

Hong Ben straightforwardly said: "Then I'll often accompany you here."

"You're not a student of the Guanling Academy, so it's not appropriate for you to enter and leave the academy often. It's even more inappropriate for you to come here often."

"Then I can only come here occasionally."

Zuo Hu really wished that he could hear what Hong Ben had to say, so I will come to Guanling Academy to learn.

But it was clear that Hong Ben didn't like the Spirit Cultivator, nor the Academy.

His gaze turned to the forest by the lake and he smiled.

In the distance, Feng Ting also laughed helplessly. Zuo Hu had obviously already discovered him, and he did not plan to continue listening, so he turned and left.

He thought as he walked.

The legend that Zuo Hu spoke of was the story that Xin Han was interested in. This story should not only be about this.

It was obviously not only Zuo Hu who knew of this story, many people in the Guanling Academy probably knew of it.

Otherwise, this Pine Berlin would not have become the academy's forbidden area. The Guanling Academy also used this Pine Berlin to silently commemorate these three people.

Feng Ting left the Academy and returned to the guangling garden, continuing his alchemy and cultivation.

For the next few days, Feng Ting always sent Xin Han to find him in the morning and had him send her to class.

Feng Ting had occasionally met the master Nian Yu who was familiar with the guangling garden, and he had also casually asked that story before.

But Feng Ting could tell that Nian Yu knew a lot, he was just being too cautious, so he did not say anything.

Feng Ting was finally sure that the legend was a taboo.

It was a taboo in the Guanling Academy, a taboo in the Heavenly Book City.

Originally, Feng Ting thought he shouldn't be so curious, it was just that this legend interested Xin Han, so he couldn't help but want to know more about it.

However, Xin Han seemed to have forgotten that legend and never told it to Feng Ting again.

Right now, she was listening and learning every single day. She had almost heard all of the nine Vice President's classes.

Of course, Xin Han would tell Feng Ting things that she did not know about in the classroom.

Although Feng Ting was only listening very casually, he was always able to give some advice.

Occasionally even the opposite could be said.

But Feng Ting told Xin Han that it was enough that she knew about these things. He didn't need to tell the other students, and even more so, he didn't need to tell the Vice President.

Xin Han was not one who liked to argue with others, so she naturally agreed with him.

However, Feng Ting could faintly feel that Xin Han hadn't really forgotten that story, and she would still talk about it in the end.

When the two of them went back and forth between the academy and guangling garden, although there were occasionally some students who observed Xin Han and her group from afar, without a student who made people feel disgusted like Qiu Xian, there wasn't anything unpleasant to happen, so their days were rather peaceful.

It was another early morning, and Feng Ting sent Xin Han to the Academy as usual.

The weather was exceptionally good today. The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly, but it was not hot.

Feng Ting brought Xin Han to the front of Zuo Hu's building and handed him over to Duan Ping. After seeing that Duan Ping was bringing Xin Han to lessons, he wanted to leave.

"Junior brother Feng Ting, wait a moment."

Feng Ting turned around and saw Duan He wearing a green robe as he walked over with a smile.

Even though Duan He was the same as Duan Ping, he wasn't even twenty years old yet, and both of them had a straight and upright posture.

But compared to the eighteen year old Duan Ping, the nineteen year old Duan He was not as calm, and even had a bit of arrogance.

But since the last time, when Duan He saw Feng Ting again, his arrogance had completely disappeared.

Feng Ting felt that something was amiss, and asked: "If it was Vice President Zuo looking for me, you can tell me."

Hearing this, Duan He said in a helpless manner, "Junior Martial Brother Feng, only you, this Guanling Academy, would dare to treat Vice President Zuo in such a manner."

"I'm leaving." Feng Ting didn't want to say anything more.

Duan He immediately blocked Feng Ting's way and laughed: "It's not Vice President Zuo who is looking for you, it's me who is looking for you."

"What is it?" Feng Ting was a little surprised.

"I have something to ask of you." Duan He said.

"I don't dare to ask you for guidance. If you have something to say, say it." Feng Ting looked at Duan He.

"Junior Martial Brother Feng, there are a lot of people here, let's talk inside." Duan He said.

"Yes."

Thus, Feng Ting followed Duan He, and the two of them walked into a building, and arrived at a room.

This was a very large room, and the interior was very empty. There were only a few chairs and a tea table, with nothing in between. It was very much like a place for martial arts to compete.

Duan He invited Feng Ting to sit down, then said: "I've learnt a set of fist techniques, but I still feel that there's something wrong. Help me take a look."

"Alright." Feng Ting felt that there was a problem. Given Duan He's arrogant nature, if there was anything he didn't understand, why would he look for him?

Duan He pulled up his stance and began his boxing.

When Feng Ting saw this, Duan He did not release the Spiritual Strength s, but only displayed his fist techniques. He looked at it for a bit, then said: "This is a martial skill, you are a Spirit Cultivator of the dissolving blade realm, what is the use of cultivating this skill?"

Duan He smiled and said, "I have a friend. His talent is average. He asked me for guidance. I don't understand it, so I thought of you."

Feng Ting unwittingly laughed: "This martial skill is called the Air Movement Fist, the key is to use the Void Brake. Even a hundred years wouldn't be enough to practice this technique."

Hearing this, Duan He immediately asked, "Then how can I practice well?"

Feng Ting got up and started to practice the Empty Fist.

Duan He watched carefully as he memorized every detail. At the same time, he would occasionally glance at the building across the street.

"Phew ??? Phew ??? Phew ???"

This movement punch was executed by Feng Ting, it was as hollow as a void valley, and the movement punch was as explosive as thunder. It could be said to be perfect.

Even Duan He, who disdained cultivators, was stunned.

Could it be that the Vice President Zuo said that anything, anything, as long as it reached perfection, could make people amazed?

Very quickly, Feng Ting finished practicing the Empty Fist.

"No flaws!" Duan He praised.

"You are a Spirit Cultivator, so you can't practice martial skills well." Feng Ting said.

Normally, Duan He would retaliate and say that he disdained to cultivate martial skills.

However, at this moment, he smiled and nodded, "Yes."

"I'm leaving." Feng Ting said as he walked out of the room.

Duan He glanced at the building across them, then followed Feng Ting out of the room.

Two people were standing behind a window in the building. One was a young man with a strong build, the other was a middle-aged man with a rough face.

The two of them could also clearly see Feng Ting's Air Movement Fist practice.

The boorish middle-aged man asked, "How is it?"

"Better than me." The young man said.

"Better than you." The middle-aged man said solemnly.

"Yes." Although the youngsters were proud, they had to admit it.

"How much do you remember?" the middle-aged man asked.

"I'll try."

The young man took a few steps back and stood in the middle of the room.

This room was also empty, making it extremely suitable for practice.

"Phew ??? Phew ??? Phew ???"

The young man's muscular body was like a huge black bear, but his steps were nimble and his movements were fluid and natural.

At this moment, the door opened and Duan He walked in. He stood in the corner and silently watched the young man practice his fist art.

Soon, the young man finished his boxing practice. He turned around to the middle-aged man and asked, "Principal Zuo, how was it?"

The middle-aged man looked at Duan He and asked, "What do you think?"

Duan He looked at the young man and carefully replied, "It would be good if you don't compare it with Feng Ting. However, compared to Feng Ting, they are still lacking a little. "

"It's not that there's a difference, but it's just that there's too much of a difference." The middle-aged man said seriously.

Duan He secretly glanced at Hong Ben after hearing what the Vice President said.

Hong Ben did not refute him.

Zuo Hu continued: "If you and Feng Ting were to spar with each other using this set of fist techniques, you would have lost straightforwardly."

"Vice President Zuo, is there really such a big difference?" Hong Ben looked at Zuo Hu and refuted him, but his gaze was a little lost.

"If I have the chance, I will arrange another fight between you and him." Zuo Hu said.

"Yes." Hong Ben nodded, then said to Duan He: "Duan He, you can see it clearly. Show me again, I'll take a look."

"Alright." Duan He walked to the center of the room, thought for a moment, and then began practicing his Air Movement Fist.

Hong Ben looked carefully, and Zuo Hu also looked carefully.

"Stop practicing." Zuo Hu suddenly stopped Duan He, and said with a serious face: "You are weaker than him, so you are not as good as Hong Ben."

Hearing this, Duan He quietly retreated, without even the slightest thought of refuting.

Hong Ben also said: "It's not as good as me."

Zuo Hu looked at Hong Ben: "On the road of martial cultivation, Feng Ting might be the only one with greater talent than you."

"I don't think he has more talent than I do." Hong Ben said solemnly.

Zuo Hu said solemnly: "You can't beat Feng Ting, so your Air Movement Fist is not as perfect as his. Furthermore, you are one year older than him, so how can you think that his talent is inferior to yours?"

After Hong Ben heard this, he also said solemnly: "Talent is not the victor."

The look in Zuo Hu's eyes became complicated, causing his originally rough face to instantly become conflicted.

Hong Ben's confidence was just too similar to that person's confidence from eighteen years ago. However, Hong Ben was not as free and at ease as that person, and his knowledge was even too lacking.

I can't leave him in that quiet little courtyard anymore!

Zuo Hu said to Duan He, "Duan He, send Hong Ben back."

"Yes." Although he was unwilling, Duan He still agreed immediately.

"Vice President Zuo, I'm going back."

Hong Ben also did not want to continue staying here. He did not like the Spirit Cultivator, and it just so happened that all the students in the academy were Spirit Cultivator.

"Yes."

Hong Ben followed Duan He and walked out of the room.