Chapter 1871

Li Yundong smiled and said, "I have enough magic weapons. Why do I need so much? Besides, magic weapons are the same as spells. I'm not proficient in burning finger bowls. I brought another fairy pen. Aren't you afraid to attract people's eyes?"

Ziyuan opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but when the words came to her mouth, she held back and didn't speak.

Su Chan reluctantly advised, "Yundong, I remember you imagined the Dharma body of the Ming king. You have six magic tools in your hand. One of them is this immortal pen! It means that it will be your magic weapon sooner or later!"

Li Yundong said with a smile: "since it's mine sooner or later, I'm not in a hurry! Don't you see so many people here looking at this fairy pen? So many people want to rob, then I won't join the fun! If it's really mine, even if I don't want to rob, it will come to me!"

Ruan Hongling, who had not spoken for a long time, hummed and muttered in a low voice, "you have a magic weapon. Elder martial sister Ziyuan......" before she finished, Ziyuan stepped on her foot under the table and stared at her again. She didn't say anything below.

Li Yundong listened in his ear, looked at the asters puzzled, and asked, "asters, what's the matter with you?"

Ziyuan smiled and was about to speak, but suddenly someone shouted in the field and said loudly, "Lord Wan, this is an immortal pen. This magic weapon has not been born for more than 1000 years. How did you get it?"

Wan Zhenyuan looked proud. He stroked his goatee with a smile and said, "yes, this is the immortal pen used by Taoist Zuo CI! If you don't believe it, you can see it!"

With that, as soon as he pressed his hand on the huge brush, the brush automatically shrunk, and in the blink of an eye it shrunk into a small brush only 20 cm long.

Wan Zhenyuan picked up the fairy pen. The beautiful female Taoist priest of the soap sect in the pavilion was very clever and took a cup of tea with both hands. Wan Zhenyuan picked up the pen and Zhanzhan in the tea, and then wrote the word "flower" in the air.

This flower word floats in the air, condenses and does not disperse. After a while, it quickly spreads into dazzling colorful brilliance, and then quickly turns into blooming flowers in front of everyone.

Wan Zhenyuan smiled and brushed his sleeves to shatter the hanging flowers. For a time, the petals were floating in the cabin and the flower fragrance was on the pavement.

Zhou Qin was stunned. She said in surprise, "can you write a flower word into a flower?"

Su Chan also looked at the fairy pen with greedy envy and said, "what about writing a word of money?"

Li Yundong couldn't help laughing. A ring finger flicked on Su Chan's forehead: "the greedy ghost knows money!"

Ziyuan couldn't help laughing and said, "flowers are the fruit of wood. The immortal pen can only write pure natural things such as gold, wood, water, fire, earth, five elements and wind, thunder and electricity, and change them into reality. If you write a word of money, it can't change money!"

Su Chan couldn't help being disappointed. She held her forehead and tooted her mouth.

At this time, all the people in the cabin believed that this pen was a fairy pen. Their eyes became very warm and excited. They all secretly rubbed their hands. They would show their prestige and win the treasure at the lotus picking meeting in a while!