The Emperor of the Immortal Realm Chapter 10: The arrival of Yifeng

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Thirty-two Confucian scholars, holding a huge plaque at this moment, wrote the four characters "Pursuing Fame and Fishing for Fame", and once again were blinded by the four characters.

He came here on excitement, with a certainty of victory, ready to teach this ruin who dares to provoke the teacher, and at the same time promote the image of 72 Confucian scholars.

It's about to succeed, and it's about to be famous in Julu City. Even after tonight, the writing will be frightening, and the poem will become a weeping ghost, and it will become an eternal story!

Just when everyone's climax reached its peak.

The **** Yan Chuan appeared, and his strokes showed the atmosphere, and in a blink of an eye he collapsed under the feet of everyone. The higher he was pushed, the worse he fell! An abyss!

A peerless warrior, the sword will stop the crying of thousands of ghosts, and the light of the pressure!

As soon as a poem is published, the great Confucian scholars will understand that there will be no more poems tonight.

There is no poem tonight!

Who can make poetry? If you can't climb it, it will only be spurned!

The thirty-two great Confucian scholars are bleeding in their hearts. Yan Chuan's face slap this time is more serious than the thunder strike that Chen Ping experienced last time.

Last time was not Chen Ping's domain after all, but this time, it was the domain of the thirty-two great Confucian scholars themselves, and they were still carefully prepared domains. In the domains I prepared, I was slapped severely?

Looking at the peerless fierce general in the white mist, in the eyes of the thirty-two great scholars, it was not a knife, but a slap on its own face.

Everyone is dead! It is also the tragedy of the thirty-two great Confucian scholars!

From then on, in front of Yan Chuan, there is no day to raise his head.

"Puff!" "Puff!"………………

It is another great scholar who was suppressed by this huge amount of pressure, vomiting blood and discouraging!

Watching a group of people leave, after tonight, Julu City, the name of Yanchuan, will surely reignite glory again!

Chen Ping wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Yan Chuan with hatred, and then looked at the huge monument written by Yan Chuan.

There is not a hint of appreciation, some just infinite disgust. Looking at the huge monument, Chen Ping wished he could smash it into pieces.

Pinch the fist in his hand, his eyes are bloodshot, and he is about to smash the monument.

"Pop!"

Wang Long aside, with anxious eyes and quick hands, he quickly grabbed Chen Ping's hand.

"Brother?" Chen Ping was puzzled.

"If you break this monument, the teacher will be completely implicated by you too!" Wang Long shook his head and sighed.

"Huh?"

"If we are defeated, we will be defeated. We are only the last thirty-two disciples. We must be defeated. We cannot lose our virtue. We are defeated. We have the brothers in front of us to seek justice for us. If you lose, there are naturally undefeated teachers. I underestimated Yan Chuan!" Wang Long sighed deeply.

"It's not about the brother's business, before, none of us thought that Yan Chuan would be so good!" Other great scholars said one after another.

"Go back!" Wang Long sighed slightly with sullenness.

Looking at the plaque in his hand, a big scholar was angry, as if he wanted to destroy it.

Wang Long took it and shook his head!

Holding ‘Selling Fame and Fishing for Reputation’. Thirty-two great Confucian scholars stepped up on the wind and flew away from this place of right and wrong in the surprised eyes of Wan Confucianism.

"Huh! Yan Chuan, amazing!"

"Yes, this peak essay meeting is really exciting!"

"Sima Yuntian, the great sage, finally met his opponent!"

"Although Yan Chuan is strong, he may not be better than the great sages. Moreover, these thirty-two great Confucian scholars are only the weaker group of the 72 great Confucian scholars!"

"Anyway, I am optimistic about Yan Chuan!"

"Impossible, Sima Yuntian is even better!"

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For a time, the Confucianists gradually clamored, and Yan Chuan, who was not optimistic in the past, was taken seriously by many people. He even sat on an equal footing with Sima Yuntian.

This time, at the pinnacle literary society, Yan Chuan defeated 32 Confucian scholars!

It is conceivable that the two parties will fight each other again!

"Everything has just begun!" I don't know which Confucianist said.

After this sentence, almost everyone felt passionate. Yes, this is wonderful!

An overbearing poem, Yan Chuan's reputation, once again moved the city.

In the city, countless cultivators raised their heads and looked towards the East Hall. There, a new star is rising!

Meng Rongrong's mansion.

"What? How could it be?" Meng Rongrong asked in surprise.

Several Confucian scholars who came back from the peak essay meeting nodded and said: "It's true!"

"Miss, you didn't see. At that time, Yan Chuan wrote a text, but bi vomited more than a dozen mouthfuls of blood. Those big scholars are already powerful, but where is Yan Chuan's opponent? , The poem has become a ghostly ghost! No matter what! No matter how!"

"Since Shenglong, He Shengchuan!"

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A group of Confucian cultivators were talking babbledly.

Meng Rongrong's eyes were complicated, she didn't know why, but she was secretly relieved--

Julu Temple.

Above the square, here, you can overlook Julu City.

Meng Ziqiu, the owner of the courtyard, is right in the left courtyard. The two stand with their hands behind their hands, looking at the direction of Yongdian in the distance.

"The pen is down? This Yan Chuan is amazing!" Le Yi frowned.

"Back then, Yan Tao, his old son, turned the city of Julu upside down. After a hundred years, this son can't worry about it!" Mencius laughed.

"More than worrying, and seeing this, there is a potential for transcendence!" Le Yi exclaimed.

"Sima Yuntian, I don't know how to respond this time!" Mencius smiled bitterly.

"He? If he was back then, he would definitely fight back, but for hundreds of years after going out, I couldn't see through it!" Le Yi shook his head.

"Wait then!" Mencius Qiu said lightly--

In the Oriental Palace!

"Meow, Yan Chuan, you were really amazing just now! I was so ridiculous that I was so ridiculous that the man scolded me so happily before, and he vomited blood in anger!" Meow exclaimed excitedly.

Qinglong also moved slightly.

Qinglong doesn't have so many literary talents. Before, he didn't even bother to read the literary fight, but just now he experienced it with his own eyes, and Qinglong felt his blood boil.

"I've seen Wang Long upset before, old fellow, for being disrespectful! I actually raised several concubines!" Dongfang decently said. Can't tell whether it's contempt or jealousy!

Yan Chuan smiled slightly, and didn't take it seriously.

"By the way, if you slap them in the face again, they will definitely fight back more fiercely. You have to be careful!" Dongfang Zhengpai's face suddenly became serious.

"It's okay, Qinglong, keep looking!" Yan Chuan said to Qinglong.

"Yes, son!" Qinglong said respectfully.

"Meow, you really came out to send them away just to be quiet while reading!" Meow suddenly surprised.

"Otherwise, what do you think?" Yan Chuan smiled.

"Meow, I thought you waited until the end, just for the last slap in the face, it took so long!" Meow said blankly.

"I'm ri!" Dongfang Zhengpai was also at a loss--

Julu City, in a hall, sixty people are sitting at this moment!

Wang Long and Chen Ping are also among the sixty people.

In the center of the main hall, there is a huge plaque.

"Selling Fame and Fishing for Reputation"

It's very eye-catching.

The thirty-two Confucian scholars who were humiliated in the Hall of Yong Hall, at this moment, looked pale, and looked at the other twenty-eight men in white with great respect.

"Brothers!" Chen Ping said ugly on his face.

"I underestimated Yan Chuan, brothers, please punish me!" Wang Long stood up and said.

Everyone looked at Wang Long coldly.

The first Chinese character said with a solemn face: "If you don't find out the situation, you will provoke? It is indeed your fault!"

"Wang Long can't be blamed, Yan Chuan is so young, who would have thought that he has such accomplishments?" Another Confucian scholar said solemnly.

"Brothers, we are defeated, we have lost the face of the teacher, and we also ask the seniors to seek justice for us!" Chen Ping solemnly said.

"Get justice? Humph!" The great scholars looked at Chen Ping coldly.

Chen Ping dare not say more.

The leading Confucian thought for a while and said: "Yan Chuan signed up to compete for the entitlement policy, and the battle with us is inevitable! We must not remain indifferent to this defeat!"

"Brother Liu Zilu, do you want to report to the teacher?" Wang Long asked.

Leader Liu Zilu shook his head and said: "At this moment, the teacher is taking the twelve brothers and will not manage foreign affairs!"

"Yes, you can't disturb the teacher! The teacher is at a critical juncture. This trip is competing for the conquest of the gods. The teacher will not try his best until the fight!" said another renown.

"Teacher, this time, not only is he competing for the title of God, but he also has important things to do. It must be a big thing for the teacher!" Liu Zilu nodded.

"Brother Liu Zilu is the biggest brother here, what do you think?" Wang Long said.

Liu Zilu thought slightly for a while: "The pen is very good, but the article is not only based on words. When the teacher traveled around the world, he wrote some beautiful articles that moved the world. Some articles were given to us. That is a height that Yan Chuan can never reach!"

"Yes, the article is a natural one. It’s not something that can be written by just writing it. In many cases, it depends on fate. I don’t believe it. Yan Chuan can write a splendid article by hand, even if he can write an article. It's impossible to write the second article, it depends on fate and providence!" Another renown nodded.

"Brother wise!" Chen Ping praised immediately.

"It's just a pity, such a beautiful essay, it is a pity to ruin this ruin!" Wang Long sighed slightly.

"It's a pity? It's a pity, this is just the beginning, don't we have anything other than articles?" Liu Zilu sneered--

In Julu City! A restaurant.

One seat is fat, with two men sitting, one dressed in white. It is the white tiger whose name has been changed by Miao Miao, who is called Bailong at the moment.

Next to him, there is a man with an extremely free and easy appearance, with black hair and a cyan Confucian robe, looking extraordinary.

Bailong listened to the discussion in the restaurant.

"The son is really amazing. As soon as we entered the city, there was news of the son everywhere? Fighting against the Confucian scholars?" Bai Long exclaimed.

"Wen Dou Qun Confucian? Wherever the king is, he is so dazzling!" The man in the Confucian robe in Qingyi sighed slightly.

"Mr. Yifeng, since we know that the son is in the East Hall, let's go! I can't wait, the son's poem is really so powerful?" Bai Long took a deep breath and moved.

Yi Feng, the old master of Yan State, once played against Yan Chuan, then stayed in Yanjing to set up the overall situation of Yan State for Yan Chuan!

"No hurry, at least wait until I finish drinking this sip of wine!" Yi Feng smiled slightly. (To be continued)

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