Chapter 43: Yancheng Lin Dong Learns About It

"Easy to say."

The considerate Lin Dong moved all the Yang Yuan stones in the Qiankun bag, and casually threw the Qiankun bag that was empty enough for mice to run away to Cao Zhu.

"..."

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

"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 level without hesitation.

"My Lihuo Sword has fifty thousand Yang Yuan stones!"

"And the 20,000 Yang Yuan Stones I borrowed from my teacher!!"

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

The sixth floor of Talisman Master Tower.

A lonely figure sat at the entrance of the passage, dripping with sweat, as if she was under great pressure. The frosty beauty tried to go there again, but was immediately pushed back to the ground by the strong pressure.

"Why are you so brave?"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Qianying breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously, 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 some enthusiastic friends on the way, so I stayed and chatted a few more words.”

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. Being slow for a few hours will not have any impact."

"Having said that, forget it, Zhou Tong is indeed the Three Seal Talisman Master, and he has successfully stepped into the seventh level. I have stopped here, and I can take one step closer before I can do anything. The rest depends on you."

Ziyue Liu frowned slightly and asked Lin Dong solemnly.

"Don't worry, leave everything to me. You can practice well here."

Lin Dong casually slapped Ziyue on Xiang's shoulder, and a stream of pure spiritual power immediately penetrated into the body of the beautiful woman, helping her resist the huge mental pressure from the outside world.

"Buzz~"

As Lin Dong stepped out, the mental barrier that had knocked Zi Yue away several times suddenly separated as quickly as water, allowing it to pass through easily.

"This guy is so powerful that it's so hopeless..."

Ziyue, who witnessed this scene with her own eyes, had a look of shock that could not be concealed on her pretty face. She then slowly closed her beautiful eyes, and a powerful mental wave slowly rippled out.

She has stayed in the realm of the second seal master for long enough, and it is time to use the power here to attack the third seal master.

The seventh floor of Talisman Master Tower.

As the upper three floors of Talisman Master Tower, the spiritual pressure gathered here has turned into an almost substantial viscous liquid-like existence, and the pressure has doubled.

Talisman masters who can step here must at least be in the realm of three seals.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Heavy footsteps sounded, and a young man with an unattractive appearance was covered in sweat and panting, walking slowly forward step by step.

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

He is Zhou Tong, the strongest member of the younger generation of the Tianhuo City Talisman Master Association. He became a Three-Seal Talisman Master half a year ago. He just defeated Ziyue, the senior sister of the Yancheng Talisman Master Association, and reached the seventh floor.

You must know that the last generation of seniors from Skyfire City who came to challenge them only lasted eight days on the sixth floor.

Zhou Tong, on the other hand, surpassed those seniors and entered the seventh level. He will try to attack the eighth level later.

"Huh, our Skyfire City should be sure to win this tower fight, right?"

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

"Not always."

A steady voice suddenly sounded, making Zhou Tong look back suddenly in shock.

I saw a young man in black with an extraordinary temperament, looking at the seventh floor, which was not too large, with great interest. He said with a smile: "I finally feel some pressure. This is right."

"Who is your Excellency? How come I have never heard of a person like you in Yancheng?" Zhou Tong looked at Lin Dong with a solemn expression.

The person who can step into the seventh level must be a three-seal Talisman Master, but such a being is stronger than Ziyue, the senior sister of the Yancheng Talisman Master Association, how can he not be famous?

Zhou Tong also had no impression of Lin Dong in his mind. This was abnormal. Where did Yan Xuan invite foreign aid?

"It's not too late to get to know each other now, let's get to know Yancheng Lin Dong."

Lin Dong stretched out his hand to dust off his robe and smiled slightly.

"Lin Dong? I'm in Tianhuo City..."

Zhou Tong, who has a somewhat simple temperament, subconsciously wants to introduce himself.

"I know you, Senior Brother Zhou Tong of the Yancheng Talisman Master Association, but these are no longer important."

Lin Dong waved his hand, with a bright smile on his face and said: "Robbery, hand over all the valuable things you have."

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 I am serious, please hand over the Qiankun Bag quickly."

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

Zhou Tong was slightly startled when he saw the appearance of the four long swords. They belonged to his two junior brothers. The corners of his eyes twitched: "Okay, it seems you are serious."

"Stop talking nonsense and take my sword!"

Loud laughter was heard, and four sharp swords with bright rainbow lights suddenly grew in size and chopped down from four directions. The sharp sword energy instantly filled the entire seventh floor.

"There is no other way, we can only fight to the death."

Sensing the spiritual fluctuations that were suppressing him, Zhou Tong was not angry. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes and he changed his seals like lightning.

Five minutes later.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

Zhou Tong, whose clothes were tattered, collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, as if he had just experienced a dangerous battle.

He struggled to tear off the Qiankun bag around his waist, threw it out with all his strength, and said intermittently: "No, no more fighting... Qiankun bag... belongs to, belongs to you."

"If you had known this, why did you do this?"

Lin Dong shook his head, as if he felt it was not worth it for Zhou Tong. He bent down and picked up the Qiankun bag lying at his feet, opened it and saw: "Wow, 100,000 Yang Yuan stones, Brother Zhou is much richer than your two stupid junior brothers."

"..."

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

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

Lin Dong shook the Yang Yuan Stone in his hand happily, walked to the spiritual barrier with a relaxed pace, and rushed into it without stopping.

"Lin Dong? I won't admit defeat. Let's fight again tomorrow."

Just when Lin Dong left, Zhou Tong suddenly sat up and slowly but firmly entered the state of cultivation.

As for trying to enter the eighth floor?

Don't joke, the seventh floor was already his limit, and he only managed to walk through most of the seventh floor with difficulty by relying on the breath in his heart.

The fierce battle just now had already killed his breath, and he had no chance to attack the spiritual barrier that was so close.