Looking at Lin Dong's seemingly bright smile, a cold light flashed through the man in white. He stared at Lin Dong tightly and spit out two cold pronunciations: "Trump!"

As he blurted out these two words, the atmosphere in the field became much more tense instantly. Everyone knows that today's affairs may not be good.

In the corridor, Zi Yue also quietly breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't expect Lin Dong to be so unique. She turned around and left before. She had no doubt at all. If that guy hadn't said this last time, Lin Dong would have turned around and left.

"I want to see what capital you have, which is worthy of so much attention from the teacher..." Zi Yue stared at the figure in the field and murmured to herself. Although she had a little fight before, she understood that Lin Dong had some skills, but she did not believe what Master Yan said that she was not as good as him.

As the best among the younger generation of Yancheng Talisman Master, Zi Yue has such confidence. Now she is at the peak of the second seal Talisman Master, and is even one step away from the third seal. This kind of achievement is already the best among her peers.

Although she had heard of Lin Dong defeating Wei Tong, in Zi Yue's opinion, the greatest credit should be Lin Dong's own Yuanli power. She was indeed a little surprised that Lin Dong could enter the Xiaoyuan Dan Realm at this age, but it was only that, because no matter how powerful Yuanli was, it would be useless to get into the Fu Shi Master Tower. There, only strong mental power could become the greatest protection.

Most of the battles between Master Fu are competitions of mental power, so as long as Lin Dong and the man in white fight, Zi Yue can see his bottom line.

In the field, Lin Dong looked at the man in white who was sneering. He could see that this person seemed to be deliberately provoking Master Yancheng's Talisman.

"Do you want to touch the Yancheng Talisman's bottom?"

Hearing Lin Dong's smile, the man in white narrowed his eyes slightly, but he did not answer it. He sneered: "Boy, don't talk nonsense. If you don't dare to fight, just go away and let the person you can come out."

With a sneer on his lips, the man in white was a little surprised. Although he was arrogant, he was not a fool after all, so he would not have run to other people's territory for no reason. The reason for this was that, as Lin Dong said, he was ordered to explore what skills he had in the younger generation of talisman masters in Yancheng this year.

"Since that's the case... let's do it." Lin Dong smiled, then took two steps forward and said lightly.

"Hmph, boy, I am Cao Zhu, the talisman master of Tianhuo City. You must remember this name well!"

The man in white sneered, but this man was obviously a cunning person. Before his voice had fallen completely, several cold lights suddenly shot out from his sleeve, shooting towards Lin Dong like lightning.

"Ding Ding!"

Faced with Cao Zhu's sudden attack, Lin Dong remained motionless, flicked his fingers gently, and several black lights shot out from his sleeves, easily blocking Cao Zhu's attack.

After blocking Cao Zhu's attack, others discovered that the cold light was three sharp short swords. The short sword was snow-white all over, and even a stream of cold air penetrated out. Moreover, when Lin Dong's broken Yuan Shuttle collided with the short sword, he was surprised to find that his mental power over the broken Yuan Shuttle was pierced by the cold air and felt a little painful.

"Ice Black Iron."

Lin Dong glanced at the three snow-white short swords covered with sharp serrated teeth, and recognized them. Ice Black Iron, a special rare metal, was born in an extremely cold place and was born with an amazing cold air. Even if it was mental power, it would be injured by its cold air.

Lin Dong didn't expect that Cao Zhu actually had such a treasure, no wonder he dared to be arrogant here.

However, although Lin Dong suffered a little loss after taking the cold air, Cao Zhu was even more shocked. At the moment of the impact, he was shocked to find that the mental power he covered on the Bing Xuan Sword was almost shook away. Obviously, the former's mental power was stronger than him!

"When did such a powerful character appear in this young generation in Yancheng again?" Cao Zhu murmured in his heart, and then the cold light in his eyes became even louder. The three ice mysterious swords suddenly danced and turned into sword shadows with a strong cold air, shooting towards Lin Dong trickily.

Judging from this, it seems that Cao Zhu is quite good at controlling object attacks with his mental power. His tricky trajectory and the cold air attached to the sword body are a bit tricky even if he meets an ordinary Xiaoyuan Dan realm powerhouse.

However, this was not a threat to Lin Dong. With his palm lifted, ten broken Yuan Shuttles shot out, and dinged to block Cao Zhu's three Ice Xuan Swords so that they could not get close to him several feet.

Compared to the degree of control of mental power, Cao Zhu obviously cannot compare with Lin Dong. Although he relies on the power of the Bing Xuan Sword's cold energy, he still cannot break through the defenses of the ten seemingly tiny broken Yuan Shuttles.

"call out!"

When using the Broken Yuan Shuttle to block the opponent's Bing Xuan Sword, Lin Dong also smiled at Cao Zhu, stepped on the ground, and his figure rushed towards the latter like an arrow. At the same time, the vigorous Yuan power fluctuations also emanated from his body.

Seeing Lin Dong rushing, Cao Zhu was also shocked and his body quickly floated back. Then a spiritual shock wave rushed out of the Niwan Palace and crashed into Lin Dong harshly.

Feeling the rapid rush of spiritual waves, Lin Dong's eyes flashed, and he did not dodge, but instead poked out his palm. A natal talisman appeared under the palm cortex under its subtle control. Then, the natal talisman squirmed again and turned into a talisman vortex.

"Swish!"

Lin Dong's palm directly grabbed the spiritual shock wave, but what shocked Cao Zhu was that the shock wave not only failed to cause any damage to Lin Dong, but instead dissipated out of thin air when the latter grabbed it.

When Cao Zhu was shocked by this, a sense of joy surged in Lin Dong's heart, because he discovered that the spiritual shock wave was directly swallowed by the vortex of the talisman hidden in his palm!

"What a domineering talisman, even the spiritual attacks of others can be devoured and turned into their own use!"

While being surprised, Lin Dong was also a little shocked. It was the first time he heard of such a domineering natal talisman, which made him a little doubtful. Is his mysterious natal talisman seal really just a talisman?

The shock in his heart did not last long. Lin Dong suppressed him down, raised his head, looked at the shocked Cao Zhu. He couldn't help but sneer, and moved his body and appeared in front of the latter. His right palm, which was hiding the talisman vortex, grabbed Cao Zhu's head with one hand.

Seeing Lin Dong grabbing him with his big hand, Cao Zhu hurriedly retreated, and a wave of Yuanli fluctuations emanated from his body. However, he was not Lin Dong's opponent, and it would be even more impossible than Yuanli. Therefore, before he could withdraw a few steps, Lin Dong appeared behind him like a ghost, and his palm was also placed on his head.

Just as Lin Dong put his palm on Cao Zhu's head, the latter's body twitched violently, and a strong look of horror surged in his eyes. He was frightened to find that the two natal signs in his Niwan Palace actually trembled at this moment, and a stream of mental power flowed out uncontrollably, and finally all of them were sucked into Lin Dong's palm.

"Puff!"

This strange scene made Cao Zhu so scared that his souls were all exposed. He didn't care about anything at the moment. He forced his head to turn his head, and a blood arrow smelled like a fishy smell and shot towards Lin Dong's throat.

This blood arrow contained extremely strong fluctuations of the Yuan power, which was obviously this guy's desperate move. This move did shock Lin Dong to tremble. Cao Zhu took this short moment to escape from Lin Dong's palm.

"Swish!"

Just as Cao Zhu escaped, Lin Dong frowned, and his mind moved, and his vigorous mental power condensed into ten "Divine Transformation Needles". In a flash, he appeared around Cao Zhu, who had a pale complexion. The sharp needle tip flashed with a faint cold light.

"Stop, I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

Looking at the long spiritual needles floating around, Cao Zhu's body also stiffened, but he was also a bachelor. In just a few minutes of fighting, he was beaten to no avail. The original weapon, Bing Xuan Sword, was easily locked by the opponent and could not move. Therefore, in order not to suffer from physical pain, he immediately stopped and shouted loudly.

"Shh!"

Seeing this guy admit defeat, the Yancheng Talisman around him also booed. Many people even sarcastically said to Cao Zhu in order to avenge the humiliation just now, making him angry and turned his face turned ashen. However, while the threats of the magic needles that had not yet dissipated around him, they didn't even dare to open their mouths.

In the corridor, Zi Yue was also shocked by this scene. To be honest, this battle was quite inexplicable in her opinion. No matter what, Cao Zhu said, he was the second seal talisman master. Even if Lin Dong could defeat him, he would definitely not be so relaxed.

According to common sense, this is true. If Lin Dong used normal methods, he might have to entangle for a while before he could defeat him. However, no one had expected that Lin Dong's strange "spiritual vortex" would suck away most of the mental power in Cao Zhu Niwan Palace in that short period of time. How could Cao Zhu fight?

Lin Dong glanced at Cao Zhu with a smile, and did not immediately disperse the "divine transformation needles", but waved his hand in the air, not only retracting the ten broken Yuan Shuttles, but also forcibly put the three Ice Xuan Swords into his hands.

Seeing that Lin Dong actually took away the "Bing Xuan Sword", Cao Zhu's face shook.

"This is the first prize, thank you."

Lin Dong smiled, ignored Cao Zhu's fire-breathing gaze, put it in the Qiankun bag with his back hand, bowed to the latter, then raised his eyes and glanced at Zi Yue in the corridor, too lazy to say anything else, turned around and left in the awe-inspiring gaze of the Master of Yancheng Talisman.
Chapter completed!