The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

Twelfth Zhang San gives a plaque

With the arrival of Yi Feng, Yan Chuan has a great heart!

Yan Chuan and Yi Feng recounted the past outside the Oriental Palace, and suddenly a black line appeared on the face of the sixty scholars. This is naked ignorance, I wait for the sixty Confucian scholars, will not come into your eyes?

Chen Ping Daru was about to stare to drink.

The great scholar Liu Zilu waved his hand to stop Chen Ping's impulse.

Looking into the distance, Liu Zilu was slightly worried.

Wave again.

A big scholar nodded.

Another giant tablet appeared, and another scroll was gently hung up.

Thousands of scholars looked towards Yan Chuan in the distance, but looked towards the second scroll more excitedly.

The scroll slowly opened, a wave of heat assaults the senses.

The yellow light soared up into the sky, and a large amount of yellow mist suddenly burst out of the scroll. In the yellow mist, another scene appeared.

The desert is rolling! It's endless, and the sun is extremely hot.

Although they are in Giant Deer City, looking at this character, everyone has the feeling of entering the big desert.

This is not a painting, it is a word, a poem, and it is written in words of a desert landscape, which immediately attracted the admiration of many Confucianists.

The endless expanse of the desert is larger than the sea next to it. Although it is only two hundred zhang in diameter, the hot desert day seems to evaporate the sea next to it.

"hong long long!"

The imposing manner of the desert once again pressed the opposite side and slammed the illusory shadow. The oppression of cold and heat made the Peerless Mighty Shrink by about half.

On top of the literary momentum, it has completely overwhelmed Yan Chuan's poem.

Liu Zilu showed a satisfied smile, and the great scholars were also extremely satisfied.

Looked towards Yan Chuan in the distance again.

In the distance, the recollection of Yan Chuan and Yi Feng is almost over.

"Yan Chuan, I have three more characters here, can you comment on it?" Liu Zilu shouted loudly with satisfaction.

When Liu Zilu drinks, everyone looks at Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan and Yi Feng also slowly turned around.

Suddenly saw the holy scene outside the Yongdian.

"Meow, Yan Chuan, your poem is suppressed!" Meow shouted suddenly.

"My poem? They don't deserve to use my poem!" Yan Chuan said indifferently.

"Meow?" Meow looked curiously towards Yan Chuan.

"Yan Chuan, this is a beautiful and wonderful article, what should I do? They have prepared five characters!" Dongfang Zhengpai worried.

""Surging forward with great momentum", "Sand Lin Shijian"? Good words! Giant Deer City really is not in vain, these two words are really powerful!" Yi Feng admired.

Yan Chuan faintly smiled.

"However, Wang's poems are also extremely domineering. These great Confucian scholars are obviously coming to trouble Wang. Can Wang have new poems?" Yi Feng flashed expectantly in his eyes.

Dongfang Zhengpai suddenly exclaimed: "How easy is it, the pen shows the weather, the weather may not do as one pleases, you must use the beautiful text to control it, the beautiful text, it is a chance That's right!"

"Meow, these bad guys!" Meow suddenly angry.

"Furthermore, every beautiful essay, as long as it is born, must be famous in the world. Therefore, it is impossible to copy the past essays, Yan Chuan, this time you are miserable!" Dongfang Zhengpai worried.

"hehe, I have a lot of these kinds of articles!" Yan Chuan said indifferently.

"Huh? No way!" Dongfang Zhengpai said in surprise.

"You are waiting here, Yi Feng will follow me into the hall!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"Okay!" Although Dongfang Zhengpai didn't believe it, he was still nodded.

White Dragon, holding the plaque of'Fame and Fishing', stood with Dongfang Zhengpai and watched Yan Chuan, Yi Feng, and Miao Miao walk back to the Oriental Palace.