Chapter 10: Do you know this thing?

　　　　The vision of the emperor's pen shocked everyone in the Holy Spirit Holy Land!
　　 In the hall, the people of all forces looked at it in amazement, feeling the coercion of the emperor's pen, and their faces were horrified.
　　Is this a fairy?
　　 It was really unfathomable, just a little coercion made them feel that their bodies were cracking.
　　 If this is a show of power, wouldn't it break everything in an instant?
　　Some people who underestimate the strength of the Spiritual False Holy Land immediately converged. Sure enough, the thin camel was bigger than the horse. As long as the Spiritual False Holy Land can urge this fairy, no one can take the name of the Holy Land.
Feng Luo, who can be a party, is already one of the first two.
　　 He input more than half of his true energy, and the emperor's pen remained immobile, just when he was desperate, the emperor's pen moved himself.
　　 And the emperor pen continues to his true energy!
　　 Even if his strength reaches the level of the major masters of the "big off the ground", he can't bear the absorption of a fairy.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Feng Luo couldn't hold on, screaming and alarmed the Quartet.
　　 "Teach me to save me!"
　　 Feng Luo's cry made everyone dumbfounded.
　　Cooperated with the Emperor's Pen, didn't you urge it?
　　 You are also a victim, and you are about to die in the Emperor's Pen!
　　 So who urged the emperor's pen this day?
　　 Everyone immediately looked at Luoshui coming out of the hall.
　　 The savior of the Spiritual False Holy Land, that is, he brought back the Emperor Emperor Pen when the traitors made a big rebellion, suppressing the rebels, clearing the universe, and striking out the name of the Spiritual Holy Holy Land again.
　　 Luoshui's prestige in the Spiritual Holiness Holy Land is unmatched.
　　Everyone thinks that the emperor's pen is Luoshui, and now Feng Luo is absorbed by the emperor's pen, and there must be a way to teach Luoshui palm!
　　 But in fact, Luo Shui saw this picture, there was no way.
Immortal Emperor Pen is not controlled by anyone. As early as 10,000 years ago, after he brought it back, he controlled it for fifty years. Once the fifty-year period passed, the Emperor Pen was not under his control and stayed quietly. Spiritual sacred place.
　　The Emperor's Pen can only be controlled by the people of Tiandi and Qianzhuang, and Feng Luo only wants to sacrifice, and the success of the sacrifice can be controlled.
　　 Could it be...
　　Luo Shui thought of a terrible thing, his face was pale, did the most worrying thing happen in his heart?
　　 "Teach me, save me!" Feng Luo shouted, and the beautiful face was twisted and miserable at the moment.
　　Luo Shui saw it, and hit it directly with his palm. It was like a flame in the air, turning into a dragon in the air, biting the emperor's pen, pushing the emperor's pen away, and cutting off the continued absorption of Feng Luo's behavior.
　　The emperor's pen was in the air, a slight shock.
　　 Boom!
　　The rolling flames hit by Luoshui, the huge dragon, disappeared in an instant, turned into clouds and mist, and scattered in the air, causing a huge storm, sweeping around.
　　Like a hurricane, it swept through dozens of mountains, countless trees were scraped, and rocks crashed into clouds.
　　This is just a light blow from the fairy.
　　 Feng Luo was saved, wondering: "Teacher, what the is going on, isn't the emperor's pen urged without it?"
　　 Luo Shui's face was serious, he said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid the person who can urge the Emperor's Pen to come!"
　　 "What?" Feng Luo looked at Luo Shui in a puzzled way, and his head was foggy.
　　 The other elders in the Spiritual False Holy Land are all confused. They don’t understand what Luoshui means.
　　 Those who came to visit the grand ceremony, asked curiously.
　　 "Luo Shui Zhang Jiao, what the is going on?"
　　 "Luo Shui Zhang Jiao, the emperor's pen is not your spiritual sacred place is urging?"
　　 "Luo Shui Zhang Jiao, you are an old senior, can you tell the younger people, what happened?"
　　 All kinds of questions boiled all at once, and everyone wanted to know, how can this be the case with a good book?
　　The uncontrolled riot of the Emperor's Pen, what does Luo Shuizhang teach?
　　 Could it be that the Emperor's Pen is not a spiritual and holy place?
　　No one answered Luoshui's question, he had no time to take care of other things.
　　Luo Shuizhang’s eyes stared directly at the stairway to the sky in front of the main hall square. There were 999 floors, winding up.
　　 At this moment, footsteps came from the stone steps!
　　 Dong! Boom! Boom!
　　 The sound of footsteps is very slight, at least in the ears of other people, it is very slight, it is from a person who has nothing to do.
　　 But in the ear of Luoshuizhangjiao, it was like a thunder exploding.
　　 His cheeks twitched, and the bad feelings in his heart grew stronger and stronger.
　　 In his heart, there was a voice telling him that he should come after all.
　　 But Luo Shuizhang is unwilling to admit and believe.
　　 He stared at the stone steps without blinking, clenching his fists, and the whole person was very nervous.
　　 Ten thousand years ago, Luo Shuizhang, a peerless master, was so nervous at this moment that everyone could not help but follow the past.
　　The stone step is still the stone step.
　　 The only difference is that the footsteps are getting closer.
　　 Dong! Boom! Boom!
　　The sound of footsteps fell on the ground, and everyone heard clearly.
　　Everyone has a different expression on their faces. Seeing that Luo Shui Zhang Jiao is so serious, nervous, and even afraid, no one said anything.
　　The Emperor's Pen is suspended in midair, absorbing most of Feng Luo's energy, barely able to drive it, and recovering his spiritual intelligence. He is waiting for his new master to arrive.
　　 Feng Luo sat weakly on the ground, gasping for breath, recovering the lost power, frowning.
　　 He wants to see who is making trouble and messing up his most important thing.
　　Tens of tens of thousands of inner disciples, hundreds of elders, and deacons all frowned and looked angry.
　　 A good spiritual puja, so it was destroyed, it really makes no sense.
　　 Dong! Boom! Boom!
　　 The master of footsteps didn't care about these things. He was in a hurry, kept the average speed, and finally came to the main hall square under everyone's expectations.
　　 When Li Xiandao stepped onto the square, countless eyes fell on him.
　　 Indifference!
　　 doubt!
be surprised!
　　 Various emotions, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com made Li Xiandao feel clearly.
　　 Among these people, there is Luo Shui standing in front of Li Xiandao.
　　A middle-aged and elderly man with gray hair, looks very handsome, thin body, but extraordinary temperament.
　　 After seeing Li Xiandao in the water, he was inexplicably relieved, especially when he saw that Li Xiandao had nothing to do, he even dispelled his worries.
　　 "Who are you?" Luo Shui Shen Sheng asked, his eyes restored to coldness, and Li Xiandao was not put in his eyes.
　　 A mortal, no cultivation, why fear?
　　Li Xiandao looked at Luo Shui calmly, and Xiao Qi's voice sounded in his mind.
　　 "The master is him, ten thousand years ago, he borrowed the emperor's pen from me!"
　　Li Xiandao smiled, looked at Luo Shui, and said: "I am your old friend ten thousand years ago!"
　　Luo Shui chuckled and said: "Nonsense, you are a mortal, but a hundred years of life, dare to say 10,000 years ago?"
The people around 　　 also looked at Li Xiandao mockingly.
　　Li Xiandao ignored these, but spread his hands and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't know me, do you know this thing?"
　　 hum!
　　Blood-red pocket watch appeared in the palm of Li Xiandao, flashing a magical light, attracting countless eyes.
　　 Of these, Luoshui's performance was the worst.
　　 After seeing Li Xiandao's pocket watch, his body softened and his thoughts exploded in an instant. Various scenes of 10,000 years ago appeared like running water and almost fell to the ground.
　　 "Impossible, this is long gone, how could you have it?" Luo Shui despaired, he knew that he was finished.
　　 The punishment for being late for 10,000 years came today.
　　 He was just glad that he was paralyzing himself.