The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

For a time, Yongdian all around, and countless cultivators gathered.

The pomp of the big Confucianists is still great, and the thirty-two big Confucianists are even more so. This is not just a grand event, but perhaps a battle between Sima Yuntian and Yan Chuan.

In the Meng Rongrong Hall.

"Thirty-two great Confucian scholars? Literary society? Is that going to fight poetry?" Meng Rongrong frowned.

"Yes, Eldest Miss, the poetry of a great scholar is hard to find. This time it is even more than thirty-two great scholars. The grand occasion is unprecedented!" Changqing said.

"Yes, Eldest Miss, thirty-two Confucian scholars, with the great sage Sima Yuntian wandering around the world, he must have accumulated countless good poems, this time I will feast my eyes!"

"Eldest Miss, we are going to see it too, how about you?"

Meng Rongrong frowned and said: "I? Not interested, you go!"

"Okay! "Evergreen and the others came out of the temple excitedly.

In the great hall, Meng Rongrong's eyes showed a trace of disdain: "Thirty-two great scholars? Wen Dou Yan Chuan? Huh, a group of shameless people!"

After that, Meng Rongrong frowned:" What do I care about his life and death?"

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Julu Palace!

"Peak Wenhui?" Sect Master Meng Ziqiu showed a hint of amusement.

"In order to keep Sima Yuntian's image unchanged, they really did it. What a pity!" Le Yi showed a hint of amusement.

The two shook their heads while drinking.

Beside, the dísciple Lao Yan who came to report said curiously: "teacher, what a pity?"

"Too contrived, even if Yan Chuan is insulted, it may not be able to save the shame of that day. If unfortunately they lose, hehe, I don't know how they will end up!" Le Yi smiled.

"Lose? Is it possible? These thirty-two great scholars, I heard that with the great sage Sima Yuntian, he wandered around the world and wrote countless poems all over the world! How can Yan Chuan win?" Lao Yan said curiously.

"Yan Tao back then, who thought he would win the first prize?" Le Yi asked.

"Uh!" Lao Yan stopped saying more immediately!

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Three days later, in the evening.

On the Yongdian Square, a large number of Confucian scholars gathered, nearly ten thousand. all around there are a large number of non-Confucian onlookers.

The Wanru gathering and the Peak literary meeting.

Countless Confucianists showed excitement. At the same time, the Confucianists looked towards the deserted Dongfang Temple not far away, revealing a look of pity one by one.

Perhaps in the eyes of many Confucianists, this literary society will incidentally humiliate Yan Chuan. But just by the way, because a kid who smells of mother's milk not yet dried is not worthy to talk about.

The gate of Yongdian is not open.

But several Confucianists have respectfully carried a plaque and sent them to the direction of the Dongfang Hall.

"Selling fame and fishing fame? That plaque with fame and fishing fame?" A Confucian scholar suddenly recognized it.

"No, there are words on the reverse, invitation card?"

"This is?"

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The Confucian scholars immediately discussed spiritedly. But the plaque was quickly sent to the Oriental Palace Square.

"What are you doing?" Dongfang Zhengpai said solemnly.

"This is the great Confucian Chen Ping, let me wait for the invitation sent to Yan Chuan Young Master!" said Confucian respectfully.

"Asshole, is this an invitation?" Dongfang Zhengpai said solemnly.

Those few Confucianists gave a respectful bow, dropped the plaque and left!

"Stop!" Dongfang Zhengpai called.

A few Confucianists did not stop at all.

"Invitation to your sister!" Meow immediately angrily said.

"Sell for fame and reputation? This is a face slap!" Dongfang Zhengpai frowned.

"Let's go and meet Yan Chuan!" Dongfang Zhengpai turned his head and said to Meow.

"meow!"

Miaomiao was nodded immediately, a man and a cat quickly walked towards the Oriental Palace.

Open the great hall and step into it.