The Return of the Martial Ancestor of Martial Arts

"Da da da~"

Lin Dong walked slowly towards Cao Zhu, who was lying limply on the ground.

"I-I give up! I give up!!"

Cao Zhu, who was sweating profusely, stepped back crazily and shouted.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

Lin Dong squatted down with a smile, pulled off the high-end Qiankun bag from his waist, opened it and said, "Oh, 40,000 yang yuan stones. You Tianhuo City Talisman Masters are quite rich, can you give it to me?"

"..."

Cao Zhu's lips trembled slightly for a moment, but he still didn't dare to refuse.

The strong desire to survive prompted him to remain silent, but his heart was bleeding!

Three Ice Mysterious Swords worth 30,000 Yang Yuan Stones and 40,000 Yang Yuan Stones. He just competed in one battle and lost a full 70,000 Yang Yuan Stones. What if there were several more competitions? Wouldn't it be necessary to go bankrupt instantly?

"Senior brother, which master are you a disciple of?"

"Senior brother, what is your relationship with Senior Sister Ziyue?"

Originally, Lin Dong still had the intention to warn Cao Zhu, but the swarming Yancheng Talisman Masters scared him so much that he quickly summoned the Ice Xuan Sword and escaped from the air on the Ice Xuan Sword.

A few minutes later, Lin Dong breathed a sigh of relief after escaping from the tight siege.

"It turns out that you are afraid sometimes. I thought you were fearless." A cold voice sounded in my ears.

"What?"

Lin Dong turned to look at the tall beauty beside him.

"It's nothing. Tomorrow is the tower fight. Remember not to be late. Also, go back tonight to have a good rest and adjust to your condition."

Ziyue, whose facial expression was much softer, said lightly.

"Understood, see you tomorrow."

Lin Dong, who had already visited the Talisman Masters Association, waved his hand and walked straight out of the association.

Lin Dong, who returned to his small courtyard, couldn't wait to close the door and immediately took out Cao Zhu's Qiankun bag. It wasn't because he was greedy for the 40,000 Yang Yuan Stones, but because there were better things inside that were difficult to take out just now.

Looking at the ancient book in his hand, rows of dense fonts suddenly jumped into Lin Dong's field of vision:

God-destroying roulette: a fine-level magic that condenses mental power into a mental roulette with a sharp round edge, which rotates at high speed...

"A fine-level spiritual skill, a good harvest."

"Speaking of which, are all the talisman masters in Skyfire City so rich? A single two-seal talisman master can scrape out so much oil and water. If I rob all the talisman masters in Skyfire City in tomorrow's tower fight, wouldn't it be... "

After reading this ancient book, Lin Dong suddenly had a bold idea.

...

The next day.

The square in front of the gray Talisman Master Tower was already filled with dense figures. Two distinct groups stood opposite each other, and no one paid any attention to the other.

"That is Han Yun, the leader of the Tianhuo City team this time and the president of the Tianhuo City Talisman Master Association. He is a Four-Seal Talisman Master and is an old enemy with the teacher."

Ziyue, who had not been seen for a day, returned to her frosty look, as if she had already forgotten everything about yesterday.

The person she was referring to was an old man in gray clothes with an indifferent expression, and beside him was an ordinary-looking man with thick eyebrows. It could be seen that the Talisman Masters around him respected him very much.

"The person next to Han Yun is Zhou Tong, the senior brother of Tianhuo City Talisman Master Association. He became a second-seal Talisman Master two years ago."

Seeing that Lin Dong remained silent, Ziyue simply continued to introduce himself.

"He is not a two-seal talisman master, but a three-seal talisman master. He is only one step away from entering the middle stage of the three-seal talisman master. You should be careful about him after entering the tower."

Lin Dong suddenly spoke.

"Three Seal Talisman Master? Got it."

Ziyue's face showed a look of surprise. Yan Xuan had already guessed about Zhou Tong's cultivation, but he was just not sure.

While Lin Dong and the two were chatting in low voices, Cao Zhu came over with a handsome man in silver robes.

"Haha, are you Lin Dong? I am Liu Long, the second senior brother of the Tianhuo City Talisman Master Association. What happened yesterday..."

The man in silver robe seemed to be quite graceful and offered his hands to the two of them.

"That's my trophy, I won't give it back."

Lin Dong waved his hand, and the silver-robed man suddenly paused.

"Well, Your Excellency, those are three Ice Mysterious Swords and Forty Thousand Suns..."

The silver-robed man's face darkened slightly and he continued to speak with a smile.

"If I don't pay back, you can hit me if you can?"

Lin Dong shrugged, causing the beauty beside him to smile.

"Lin Dong, don't toast or eat as a penalty. If you don't know how to show appreciation, don't blame me for being ruthless in the tower fight later."

The smile on Liu Long's face suddenly disappeared, and he looked at Lin Dong with a cold expression.

"What a coincidence, I also have a big project worth 100 million to discuss with you later."

Lin Dong smiled slightly, and Liu Long and the others left quickly with serious faces.

"This Liu Long is a late-stage Talisman Master of the Second Seal. He is a little worse than you and is not worth mentioning. It is enough to focus on Zhou Tong after entering the tower."

Before Liu Long and the two had gone far, a very serious reminder floated into their ears. Cao Zhu was okay, and two abnormal flushes immediately appeared on Liu Long's face.

"OK."

Ziyue cast a playful glance at Liu Long and the two men who were speeding up their pace, and tried not to laugh.

"clang!"

A crisp bell rang, announcing the arrival of tower fight time.

As the president of the Yancheng Talisman Masters Association, Master Yan led four middle-aged Talisman Masters forward quickly and stopped in front of the Talisman Master Tower with the door closed.

"let us start."

The five masters of Yan looked at each other in tacit understanding, and moved the seals together with solemn expressions. Suddenly, five majestic beams of spiritual power shot out from the bodies of the people, intertwined rapidly in mid-air, and finally formed a fist. Large and small light prints.

"Drink, open!"

After shouting in unison, the light seal accurately fell into the groove in the center of the door. The stone door that had been closed for a long time rumbled and opened!

"Wow~"

The spiritual pressure like a tide suddenly poured out, and the Talisman Masters who were closer to the Gray Tower felt their bodies sinking.

"The Talisman Master Tower has been opened, and the tower battle has officially begun. All Talisman Masters, please come in!"

Following Master Yan's order, the Talisman Masters from both sides suddenly flew through it like passing locusts.

"Tch, make it as if you are the first one to enter and win the championship."

Lin Dong shook his head helplessly and slowly walked in after the crowds of people were thin.

"Haha, this kid..."

Master Yan, who noticed this scene, smiled and thought to himself: Come on, Lin Dong, this tower fight will all depend on you and Ziyue.

"Buzz~"

Lin Dong had just stepped onto the first floor of the Talisman Master Tower when he felt his body sink. A rather powerful spiritual pressure came over him, as if he had accidentally entered a gravity field.

Hidden within the mental pressure was a vague mental fluctuation, which penetrated Lin Dong's body and entered the Niwan Palace in his mind.

The four natal talismans lying in the center of Niwan Palace immediately sensed it and quickly turned into four rapidly rotating whirlpools of talismans, swallowing up the invading spiritual fluctuations.

The light on the spiritual talisman suddenly surged, as if it had absorbed some extraordinary pure energy. At the same time, the spiritual pressure densely distributed in the first layer seemed to disappear without a trace.