The Return of the Martial Ancestor

Chapter 43 Yancheng Lin Dong Learn about it

"Good to say."

The understanding Lin Dong transferred all the Yangyuan stones in the Qiankun bag, and casually threw the Qiankun bag, which was so empty that mice could run away, to Cao Zhu.

"..."

Cao Zhu was speechless for a long time holding the empty Qiankun bag.

"Thank you for your cooperation, see you next time."

Lin Dong waved his hand with a smile, and stepped into the passage to the next floor without hesitation.

"My Lihuo Sword, fifty thousand Yang Yuanshi!"

"And the [-] Yang Yuan Stones I borrowed from the teacher!!"

The moment Lin Dong disappeared, two wailing voices filled with unwillingness and anger resounded through the fifth floor.

The sixth floor of the Talisman Tower.

A solitary beautiful figure sat cross-legged at the entrance of the passage, dripping with sweat, as if under great pressure. This icy beauty tried to try again, but was immediately pushed back to the ground by that powerful pressure.

"Why are you so brave?"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Qianying subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to look at the handsome young man in black: "You are a three-seal talisman master, why are you so slow?"

"I met a few enthusiastic friends on the road, so I stayed for a few more chats."

Lin Dong smiled slightly, and said immediately, "What's the rush? The final result of the tower fight is to see who can spend more time at a higher level, and it won't affect anything if you slow down for a few hours."

"Having said that, forget it, Zhou Tong is indeed a three-seal talisman master, and he has successfully stepped into the seventh floor. I have stopped here, and I can take a step closer, and the rest is up to you."

Ziyue Liu frowned slightly, and solemnly begged Lin Dong.

"Don't worry, leave everything to me, and you can practice hard here."

Lin Dong casually patted Ziyue's fragrant shoulder, and a stream of pure spiritual power quickly penetrated into the jade man's body, helping her to resist the enormous spiritual pressure from the outside world.

"Om~"

As Lin Dong stepped forward, the mental barrier that had knocked Ziyue flying several times unexpectedly separated like water, allowing it to pass through with ease.

"This guy is so strong that it is hopeless..."

Ziyue, who witnessed this scene with her own eyes, showed an unconcealable shock on her pretty face, and then slowly closed her beautiful eyes, a ray of vigorous mental fluctuations slowly rippling open.

She has stayed in the realm of the second seal peak seal master long enough, and it is time to use the power here to launch an impact on the third seal talisman master.

The seventh floor of the Talisman Tower.

As the upper three floors of the Talisman Tower, the spiritual coercion gathered here has turned into an almost substantive viscous liquid, and the pressure has doubled.

The talisman masters who can step here are at least the existence of the three seals.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Heavy footsteps sounded, and an unremarkable young man was soaking in sweat, panting heavily, walking slowly forward step by step.

This is not a long path, but the man walked extremely slowly.

He is Zhou Tong, the strongest of the younger generation of the Tianhuo City Talisman Association. He has become a Sanyin Talisman half a year ago. He just defeated Ziyue, the senior sister of the Yancheng Talisman Association, and reached the seventh floor.

You know, the seniors who came to challenge in the previous session of Tianhuo City, their record is only to persist on the sixth floor for eight days.

And Zhou Tong surpassed those seniors and entered the seventh floor. He will try to attack the eighth floor later.

"Phew, our Skyfire City should have a sure chance of winning this tower fight, right?"

Feeling strenuous, Zhou Tong had to stop and take a short rest.

"Not always."

A steady voice resounded suddenly, causing Zhou Tong to turn his head suddenly in shock.

I saw a boy in black with an extraordinary temperament, who was looking at the seventh floor, which was not too big, with interest, and said with a smile: "Finally, I feel a little pressure, so that's right."

"Who is your Excellency? Why have I never heard of someone like you in Yancheng?" Zhou Tong looked at Lin Dong solemnly.

The one who can step into the seventh floor must be the Sanyin Talisman Master, but this kind of existence is stronger than Ziyue, the senior sister of the Yancheng Talisman Master Association, so how can it be possible that the reputation is not obvious?

Zhou Tong also had no impression of Lin Dong in his mind, which is very abnormal. Could it be that Yanxuan invited foreign aid from?

"It's not too late to get to know each other now, let Yancheng Lindong know about it."

Lin Dong brushed off his robe with his hand and smiled.

"Lin Dong? In Xiatianhuo City Week..."

Zhou Tong, who had a somewhat honest temper, subconsciously wanted to introduce himself.

"I know you, Zhou Tong, the big brother of the Yancheng Talisman Association, but these are not important anymore."

Lin Dong waved his hand, and said with a bright smile on his face, "Dao, hand over all the valuable things on your body."

Zhou Tong: "..."

After a moment of silence, Zhou Tong, who seemed to have reacted to this ridiculous request, took a deep breath: "Lin Dong, are you serious?"

"Of course it's serious, hurry up and hand over the Qiankun bag."

Lin Dong repeated it solemnly, and with a thought, the four extremely sharp long swords flew from his sleeves, circling and whistling around him like swimming fish.

Zhou Tong, who saw the appearance of the four long swords clearly, was slightly stunned. They belonged to his two juniors, and the corners of his eyes twitched: "Well, it seems that you are serious."

"Stop talking nonsense, eat me with a sword!"

Laughing out loud, the four sharp swords with radiant rainbow lights suddenly swelled up by a figure, cutting down from four directions, and the sharp sword energy instantly filled the entire seventh floor.

"I have no choice but to fight to the death."

Aware of the mental fluctuations that stabilized his head, Zhou Tong was not at ease, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

5 minute later.

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

Zhou Tong, who was covered in tattered clothes, was limp on the ground, panting heavily, as if he had just experienced a dangerous battle.

He struggled to tear off the Qiankun bag at his waist, threw it out with all his strength, and said intermittently: "No, I won't hit it... The Qiankun bag... belongs to you."

"If you knew this earlier, why did you do this?"

Lin shook his head, as if he felt worthless for Zhou Tong, bent down and picked up the Qiankun bag lying on the ground, opened it and said, "Hey, one hundred thousand Yang Yuanshi, brother Zhou is better than those two idiots of yours!" The younger brother will have more money."

"..."

Zhou Tong closed his eyes silently, as if he didn't want to see Lin Dong.

"Since Zhou Tong didn't see me, then Lin Dong will leave now."

Lin Dong happily shook the Yangyuan Stone in his hand, walked quickly and easily to the front of the mental barrier, and quickly crashed into it without stopping.

"Lin Dong? I will not admit defeat, we will fight again in the future."

The moment Lin Dong left, Zhou Tong sat up suddenly, slowly but firmly entering the cultivation state.

As for trying to get into the eighth floor?

Don't be kidding, the seventh floor was already faintly his limit, and it was only with the breath in his heart that he held on, which made it difficult to walk half of the seventh floor.

The fierce battle just now wiped out that breath, and he has no chance to attack the spiritual barrier that is close at hand.

(End of this chapter)