The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

"Oriental slut, do you dare to scare me?"

"Oriental sordid, okay, do you dare to come?"

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Eight scholars called out eight different names, but none of them called Dongfang Zhengpai's original name.

Dongfang Zhengpai is not ashamed, but laughs hehe and said: "Senior Brother, you are busy these days!"

"Fart, no cultivation, like a fool every day! "A Confucianist looked helpless.

"Oh, no, I'm here for you to have fun, let's see, someone signed up for the Fengshen Strategy!" Dongfang Zhengpai said with a smile.

"What? Sign up? Didn't Sima Yuntian sign up yet?" The Confucian frowned.

"It's not Sima Yuntian, but my friend, Yan Chuan!" Dongfang Zhengpai pointed to Yan Chuan.

"Yan Chuan? Yan Chuan ～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～!" The second time Yan Chuan's voice was suddenly raised by eight.

"What? You are Yan Chuan?"

"Yan Tao's son?"

"Yan Chuan who is assaulting Meng girl?"

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A group of Confucian scholars suddenly became interested and held them one by one. Yan Chuan's eyes were shining brightly in his beard.

"Meow, why do you have the same virtue as the wretched fatty?" Meow was puzzled.

Fatty, wretched? Dongfang Zhengpai complexion stiffened.

The eight scholars are also complexion stiffened. Looking at Dongfang Zhengpai, they all looked sick, coughed, and straightened their attitudes.

"Are you Yan Chuan? Are you going to sign up to compete for the Fengshen Strategy?" a scholar said.

"Exactly!" Yan Chuan nodded.

"Do you know that it is conditional to fight for the entitlement strategy!" the scholar said indifferently.

"Conditions?" Yan Chuan looked at the Confucian student in confusion, and then at Dongfang Zhengpai. Didn’t Dongfang Zhengpai say anything?

"Yes, first of all, you must be named Giant Deer City. This is the most basic requirement. A person with no influence is not qualified to open academies, and is not qualified to teach all souls!" The scholar indifferently said.

"I said, Lao Yan, isn't Yan Chuan still a famous Giant Deer City? Go out and ask, if you go to a thousand-year-old old woman and an eight-year-old girl, who doesn't know Yan Chuan?" Dongfang Zhengpai immediately defended Yan Chuan.

But after listening to this argument, why does it feel awkward?

"Huh?" Old Yan was slightly startled.

"Furthermore, people like you like zombie, living in the lifeless zombie hall, have heard of Yan Chuan, have anyone heard of Yan Chuan? You say, Giant Deer How many people in the City don't know Yan Chuan? He is not considered a famous person to move the whole city?" Dongfang Zhengpai said sternly.

"Well, for the face of your oriental rogue, I'll give him a report!" Lao Yan nodded.

"Listed!" Lao Yan faced several Confucianists behind him.

"en!" Everyone is nodded.

Quickly, took out a huge sign, and the two Confucianists quickly picked up the writing brush on the table, Ling Xu made a flower, and the word Yan Chuan appeared on the sign.

"Hang up!" Lao Yan exclaimed.

The Confucianists were nodded and quickly hung the sign on the other side of the great hall, side by side with Sima Yuntian.

As Yan Chuan was satisfied, there was a loud noise outside the hall.

"Sir, Yan Chuan has entered the Temple of Sealing!" a voice called.

"What? Go in? Okay, go in with me!" A mad voice came from outside the hall.

Everyone turned their heads.

"Chen Ping?" Dongfang Zhengpai raised his brow.

The first white clothed man, holding a folding fan, stepped into the great hall with an arrogant expression.

"Chen Ping, Sima Yuntian final disciple, the end of 72 Confucianism!" Dongfang Zhengpai explained to Yan Chuan in a low voice.

PS: Someone downstairs is doing things, the gongs and drums are noisy, and the suona is constant, which seriously affects the codeword speed, so I was a little late.