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Although it is said that the martial arts class and cultivation realm do not correspond exactly, lower-ranked martial artists will get higher martial arts because of chance, and higher-ranked martial artists will not get matching higher martial arts for various reasons.

But the Lord of the Tomb is a five element Nirvana powerhouse, or even a higher level Nirvana powerhouse, not to mention the spirit martial arts, there must be a lot of creation martial arts in his hands.

As a result, this guy only gave Lin Dong a set of superior ninth grade martial arts, really too stingy, out of stingy.

"What else do you want from someone else? Besides, this heavenly scale halberd method is also the top of the ninth grade martial arts, barely half-step creation martial arts, take time I try to use the stone talisman to deduce some, it may not be possible to advance to creation martial arts."

Lin Dong glanced at the little mink without good grace, with a good heart.

"Snort, do as you wish, it's all garbage anyway."

The little marten muttered a few words in a small voice, and then vanish back to the Ancestral Stone Space.

"O Heavenly Scale Halberd Method, let me take a peek at your mysteries ..."

Lin Dong placed the heavenly scale ancient halberd on top of his legs, held the slender halberd with both hands, and gradually sank his mind into his body.

The breeze is blowing slightly, the figure sitting on the rock is as still as a statue, only a mighty tiger beast lying at its feet growls in a low voice from time to time.

"Roar!"

Xiao Yan's loud roar woke Lin Dong completely, he subconsciously looked up to the sky, only to see a ten feet of size of the golden mane is rapidly cut through the sky and came, astonishing and arrogant.

"People are finally here, this guy is not too stupid."

Lin Dong put away his Heavenly Scale Ancient Halberd and leapt down from the rock.

"Hahahaha, kid, quickly hand over our Wang Clan's spiritual treasure."

The golden aura dispersed, and a golden-robed man with a golden spear on his feet stood proudly, just like a battle god with a warlike intent.

"Wang Yan, I'm curious where you get your strength to chase me? You are only a Form Creation Realm martial artist, but I have already forced back the Qi Creation Realm's Lin Langtian with one punch."

Lin Dong reached out and vainly dusted off his shirt, looking at the golden-robed figure with interest.

"Hmph, although I am only a Form Creation Realm Dacheng, but I have my clan's high-level spiritual treasure, the Great Luo Golden Spear, in my possession, so I can completely challenge a Qi Creation Realm powerhouse beyond the class, and dealing with you is not considered a challenge beyond the class."

"You are just a small family's son from a remote city, the clan is afraid that there is not even a set of medium-level martial arts, how much real combat power can you have? I, on the other hand, cultivate all upper grade martial arts, what can you compare with me?"

Wang Yan looked down at Lin Dong below, his face was full of pride.

This is also the core of the four great clans' inner clan children's strength, their starting point is different from others, when the small clan disciples are still begging their parents for a set of medium grade martial arts, they have already picked the upper grade martial arts at random.

"Well, so that's how it is, so they have confidence in their own strength."

Lin Dong nodded gently and then smiled: "Many thanks for clearing up the confusion, then let's get down to business, robbery, hand over your Da Luo Golden Spear."

"..."

Wang Yan was slightly stunned, then he laughed unrestrainedly: "Hahahaha, robbery? You actually want to rob this young master me? What are you driving at... "Boom!!!""

"Boom!!!"

The mountain peak trembled abruptly, debris splashed, a human figure sunk deep into the mountain, clear human-shaped depressions appeared mockingly on the smooth mountain wall.

"I never joke with strangers."

The black-clothed boy's figure quietly appeared at the place where Wang Yan had previously stood, faintly swept a glance at Wang Yan who broke free to fly out from the mountain, breezy.

"You guy is really unexpectedly strong."

The stony-faced Wang Yan casually wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face was no longer contemptuous, he who had always been domineering seemed to have kicked the iron plate this time.

"I'll say it again, hand over the Da Luo Golden Spear and spare your life."

Lin Dong, standing with his hands in the air, looked indifferent, his powerful pressure firmly locked Wang Yan, completely sealing off all possibilities of escape.

But in a few seconds, the situation has turned!

"Hey, if you want my clan's high-level spiritual treasure, then take your life in exchange!"

Wang Yan excitedly licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his large hand fiercely pressed down, and the violent Yuan Power fluctuations immediately gathered rapidly in his palm.

"Seventh grade martial art, Golden Terrace Demon Suppressing Palm!"

The golden mane of Yuan Power rapidly compressed a square golden platform about ten feet in size, and as soon as the golden platform took shape, it viciously suppressed Xiao Yan.

"Rumble!"

The golden mane shot out, and the air was burst along the way, like lightning and thunder that shook the heart.

"Today, I will crush all your pride to you."

The purple great sun thunder energy gushed wildly, and the surging energy that would make a Qi Creation realm powerhouse shake was gathered in Lin Dong's fist, and a fist slammed out.

"Mountain Fist!"

The dazzling Yuan Power light mass compressed rapidly, and a huge ancient mountain, far more massive than the Founder's Gold Platform, swept out and crashed into the golden mane.

"Boom!"

The violent ripples of energy swept uncontrollably, spreading rapidly outward in a circle, one after another huge tree collapsed in this huge force, turning into countless wood chips sprinkled all over the sky.

"Ga Ga Ga! Bang!"

The ear-piercing sound of pulling saws flooded, and then just in Wang Yan's incredulous eyes, up to ten feet in size, the square golden platform completely collapsed.

"How is it possible? My Golden Platform Demon Suppressing Palm actually collapsed?

Wang Yan's mouth opened and his face was dumbfounded.

"Buzz!"

The seemingly undamaged ancient mountain peak once again stepped away and rumbled down towards Wang Yan below.

"Get the hell out of my way!!!"

The gun's body shook and the golden aura suddenly flashed as Wang Yan directly drove the Da Luo Golden Gun, a high-level spiritual treasure, to blast like a stick at the mountain that was under tremendous pressure.

"Bang!"

The mountain that finished the collision finally could not hold on any longer and turned into countless points of light that crumbled in mid-air.

"Hoo, hoo ..."

The incoming mountain was shattered, but Wang Yan did not take it lightly, still clutching the great golden spear to quietly change air, face vigilantly looking around the surroundings.

A short exchange of hands, but he let more and more aware of Lin Dong is a strong enemy, he may not be able to deal with this Lin clan's branch of the kid, a careless move will be hit.

"Twenty thousand pure yuan pills, the cultivation method of the superior seventh grade martial art Golden Terrace Demon Suppressing Palm, and some rare metals for refining spiritual treasures, rich as can be."

The smoke cleared, a thin figure stepped into the air, he was opening a purple and black Qiankun bag to look at something carefully.

"What? My Qiankun bag?

Wang Yan was stunned to see this, subconsciously touched his waist, there is an empty piece, immediately his heart sank.

"Lin Dong, if you return my Qiankun bag to me now, I can pretend that nothing has happened and stop here."

Wang Yan said as he held back the anger in his heart.

That was all his savings, and if he lost that, even as the pride of heaven of the inner clan of the Wang Clan, his heart would still be dripping with blood.