So I used my spiritual consciousness to explore, and found that I couldn't detect the existence of any magic power on Lin Xiaodong.
Wu Bingjie panicked and asked: "Where is your magic power?
How come you have lost all your cultivation?"
Lin Xiaodong smiled and said: "Sacrificing the small self to gain the big self, senior sister, have you forgotten what I just said?"
Wu Bingjie lowered her head, deep in thought, but she was still worried. How could a person without magic power, no matter how deeply he understood the Dao, be the opponent of a great disciple who had cultivated for sixty years?
Song Anfu looked at Lin Xiaodong disdainfully and saw that he didn't even have a treasure on his body. He couldn't help but ask: "What treasure are you going to use against me?"
Lin Xiaodong pointed to the lake: "Yunjin Lake is here, so it can't deal with you?"
Song Anfu laughed loudly: "Well said, let me see how you can make Yunjin Lake deal with me! Take action!"
Lin Xiaodong turned around and nodded to Wu Bingjie, looking towards the lake.
The moonlight was hazy in the mist, and the mist floating on the lake gradually gathered towards the lake, swept towards a point on the lake, and condensed into a small water droplet.
Song Anfu smiled disdainfully: "Do you, a drop of water, have sixty years of cultivation?"
Lin Xiaodong grinned at Song Anfu: "Don't worry."
More fog gathered, more and more, the flow of fog accelerated, and a breeze blew on the lake.
The temperature of the surrounding air dropped accordingly. Wu Bingjie was hit by the cold ice mirror. The cold air invaded her body, and now it was even colder. She couldn't help but wrap up her clothes tightly and tremble all over. She thought to herself: "The Taoism of Lingquan Sect is indeed somewhat superb.
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The water droplets condensed by the mist are still only the size of soybean grains, floating on the water. The cold air condensed on them gradually increases, and the magic power becomes higher and higher.
The expression on Song Anfu's face gradually changed from contempt to seriousness. He couldn't help but check Lin Xiaodong, but found that he didn't have any magic power on him. He was even more confused and couldn't hold his breath. He took the lead and took action: "Watch the move!"
The ice mirror shone at Lin Xiaodong. Lin Xiaodong did not dodge or dodge, but the ice mirror did not emit any light.
Unexpectedly, the ice mirror failed. Song Anfu picked it up and looked at it, then looked up at Lin Xiaodong doubtfully, and tried again, but it still didn't light up.
Song Anfu's eyes were full of doubts. He pointed the ice mirror at Lin Xiaodong, lowered his head and looked into the mirror, and was surprised: "Huh?"
In the ice mirror, there was no reflection of Lin Xiaodong, but he was clearly standing not far away.
"you?
What kind of evil is this?
Who are you?"
Song Anfu looked panicked and said.
Lin Xiaodong calmly replied: "Lingquan Sect Elder Lin Xiaodong."
Wu Bingjie was also surprised: "The ice mirror is ineffective on him?
I took one move and was seriously injured. How could he be safe?
Could it be said that Lin Xiaodong’s cultivation level is already above mine?”
Wu Bingjie was surprised but not completely surprised. Lin Xiaodong talked about Taoism, and it was reasonable that his realm was above hers, and his magic power was higher than hers. She couldn't help but wonder: "Where did he learn such a superb skill?
Even Taoist Linquan himself has absolutely no such magical power."
The Ice Mirror could deal with the senior sister of the Yunyang Sect, but it could not deal with an unknown elder of the Lingquan Sect. Song Anfu couldn't figure it out, gritted his teeth, and smashed the Ice Mirror directly on Lin Xiaodong.
Lin Xiaodong didn't hide at all. The ice mirror passed through his body, hitting him empty and making him translucent.
Song Anfu opened his mouth and was dumbfounded. He put the ice mirror back and stretched his neck to look at Lin Xiaodong. Through his body, he could see the reeds behind him.
Song Anfu, who was over eighty years old, had never seen such a spell before. He exclaimed: "Is this the Taoist method of your Lingquan Sect?"
Lin Xiaodong grinned: "Yes, I will show you today!"
Wu Bingjie was also fascinated by Lin Xiaodong's superb skills. Her almond-shaped eyes were full of emotion and she thought to herself: "I didn't expect that he is not very showy, but he hides such skills. I underestimated him!"
Song Anfu nodded: "Okay, I guess you have some skills, let's see what you do!"
After saying that, he fired a Thousand Machine Needle, which shot toward Lin Xiaodong like a ray of moonlight.
Lin Xiaodong stood still and was given an injection. A circle of ripples appeared on his figure. The needle seemed to have been pierced into the void and fell to the ground.
Seeing Thousand Machine Needles fall to the ground, Song Anfu stared blankly and said in disbelief: "How is that possible?
Taoist Linquan is no match for me in person, how could I lose to an elder like you?"
Lin Xiaodong smiled and looked sideways at the water droplets still collecting mist on the lake.
The water droplets were still only the size of soybean grains, suspended in the air, glowing with brighter and brighter white light.
Only then did Song Anfu remember that Lin Xiaodong had another move on the lake that was accumulating power. Looking back, he felt that the magic power on the water droplets was endless and overwhelming. His sixty years of cultivation were not worth mentioning at all! Now!
Song Anfu understood. What Lin Xiaodong said that Yunjin Lake was here was not a lie! Lin Xiaodong looked back at Wu Bingjie, waved to the lake, held the water drop in his hand, suspended it in mid-air, and said to Song Anfu: "Give it to me
Senior sister, please apologize, otherwise you will definitely suffer a lot today!"
Song Anfu lowered his head and rolled his eyes, knowing that he was far from Lin Xiaodong's opponent. If he couldn't beat him, he wanted to run away. Without saying a word, his body turned into a white light and flew into the sky.
Lin Xiaodong smiled, gently spread his right hand, and then chased the water droplets. There was a roar in the air, and the water droplets exploded, turning into a thin rain and falling down. Song Anfu was also beaten until he was completely soaked and fell down.
Come.
Wu Bingjie wrapped her clothes tightly and looked up. Raindrops fell on her face, and she couldn't help but smile.
Song Anfu was thrown half to death, rolling on the ground and groaning. Lin Xiaodong then stepped forward and pointed at the lake. Many water droplets rose up from the lake, forming countless ice spikes, shimmering with cold light.
"Apologise to my senior sister."
Lin Xiaodong said coldly.
Wu Bingjie felt warm in her heart, suppressed her smile, walked forward, came to Lin Xiaodong, took a peek at him, lowered her head and said to Song Anfu: "Did you hear that?
How dare you speak rudely to me?
Apologize quickly!"
Song Anfu and Wu Bingjie's decades-old grudges are related to the reputation of their master and the water and fire factions. How could they easily give in and lie down on the ground, baring their teeth and saying, "You think so! A Taoist would rather break than bend, so you can kill me!"
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Lin Xiaodong smiled and waved, and a column of water rose up with a splash from the lake. It floated in the air like a hand, and lifted Song Anfu up. His hands and feet were entangled, and the ice spikes floating in the air stabbed his eyes.
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"I still have plenty of such chores!"
Song Anfu bared his teeth and shook his head back and forth. His head was held down by the water, and the ice spikes continued to stab him, getting closer and closer.
Song Anfu closed his eyes tightly, unable to withstand the pressure, and finally begged for mercy: "Let me go! I apologize!"
Lin Xiaodong flicked his hand, and with a splash, the water column fell back into the lake, and Song Anfu lay on the ground.