Although the immortal pen is powerful, it takes a lot of effort to write a talisman. If it had been changed, Ding Nan would be half tired if he couldn't write a talisman. Now he has barely written three, which is the limit.

She was panting fiercely. When she wanted to write the fourth one, she couldn't even lift her arms. Her muscles were so sore that she seemed to explode.

At this time, Ding Nan heard a gentle voice nearby: "Ding Nan, lend me the fairy pen?"

Ding Nan turned her face and saw Li Yundong smiling at herself. Although the war situation on the field was critical, his eyes were still calm and his face was calm as usual. Ding Nan looked at this handsome face. For a moment, countless pictures in her mind churned. Scenes in the school, countless pictures in Tianlong mountain, lotus picking conference and Longhu Mountain flashed before her, The boy is so familiar with himself and so close to himself, but at this time, he seems to be far away from himself across the natural moat.

This feeling of passing away made Ding Nan crazy for a time. She looked at Li Yundong blankly and had no response.

Li Yundong seemed to know what she was thinking, and still said gently, "all the previous events are just passing by. Ding Nan, you have a magic barrier."

Li Yundong's voice concealed the Buddha's power. It was like the Buddha's slap at the head. Ding Nan suddenly trembled. Her eyes were extremely complex. She looked at Li Yundong, bit her lips, hesitated for a while, then handed the immortal pen in her hand to Li Yundong and whispered, "this was robbed by Zheng Yuan at the lotus gathering. It should have been yours..."

Li Yundong smiled: "don't worry, I just borrow it and don't rob your magic weapon."

With that, he turned around and quickly wrote in front of him with a fairy pen.

Li Yundong's true yuan is much stronger than Ding Nan. Although Ding Nan cultivates the combination of yin and Yang between heaven and earth, her practice is still shallow and can't compare with Li Yundong.

Ding Nan's arm was sluggish with this immortal pen, but Li Yundong was familiar with it. Although the words were extremely ugly, there was no gap in the middle when he wrote one by one.

Ding Nan looked at him and admired him. He couldn't help looking at Li Yundong and said to himself: I can't imagine that the otaku on campus has become so powerful now. I don't know how he practices. Is it that the reincarnated Ming king was born so powerful? But if he was born so powerful, why did he seem so incompetent before?

Ding Nan was thinking wildly. Although her eyes looked at the war, her thoughts had already flown out of the sky.

At this time, Li Yundong's immortal pen is in his hand. His body controls the burning finger bowl with one hand and the immortal pen with the other hand. His Yang God is controlling the sky glass mirror. At the same time, the eight wasteland sword and Six Harmonies sword are constantly attacking from the left to the right. His attack is really a wave of attack, and his power is doubled.

After Ding Nan came back to his senses, he secretly regulated his breath, closed his pores, saw the right time, and used the sinister ghost Wuzhang enchanting jade to the mysterious fox.