The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

"Marina!" The door slammed shut.

On the other side, Wang Long raised his brows: "Is this Yan Chuan afraid? He is going to run away?"

Chen Ping suddenly laughed: "hahaha, do coward again! "

"The teacher's ordinary calligraphy and painting are not comparable to that of the ruts and children!" Another big scholar said with disdain.

Liu Zilu shook his head and said: "No, Dongfang Zhengpai and the man are still standing outside holding the plaque. Yan Chuan entered the Oriental Hall, maybe writing!"

"Writing? How much can he write at this time?" Chen Ping said with disdain.

"Wait patiently for a while!" Liu Zilu said indifferently.

"en!" A group of great scholars nodded.

Wan Ru was also curious at this moment. Many people thought Yan Chuan was scared. However, the sixty Confucian scholars waited patiently, and the commotion among the Confucian scholars was immediately calmed down.

In the Oriental Palace!

"meow! Another roll!" Meow exclaimed excitedly.

In a blink of an eye, a hundred scrolls were placed on the chair beside him, and Yi Feng tied each scroll with a hint of excitement.

"Wang, this, am I dazzled?" Yi Feng said joyfully in surprise.

"I said, this is not my article! But it belongs to me!" Yan Chuan shook his head.

"Meow, you didn't write it, who wrote that?" Meow was puzzled.

Yan Chuan shook his head and did not explain. This is more troublesome to explain. He was an emperor in his previous life, and the number one scholar in the imperial examinations in all dynasties would write a splendid article.

Top pick! That is the leader of every session!

The country of Yan Chuan in the previous life is much larger than that of Julu Academy. There are many talented people, and every piece of beautiful essays are constantly handed to Yan Chuan's table during the imperial examination.

Yan Chuan only picked a hundred of them.

Can you be worse than the champion?

Moreover, this is still a bunch of champions!

The poem written by Yan Chuan earlier is just a poem for a Wu Zhuangyuan.

I haven't seen Sima Yuntian yet, do you want to go all out?

"Wang, are you going to let the minister go?" Yi Feng understood.

"Yes, next, I have more important things to do. You will dismiss these sour scholars on my behalf. As for chess, I am sure that none of them can have your strengths! Use strengths and avoid weaknesses, Hold it for a while for me. During this period, something may happen in the East Hall, don't worry about it!" Yan Chuan said seriously.

"Yes, please rest assured, Wang, the minister also wants to meet these great scholars!" Yi Feng faintly smiled and said.

"en!" Yan Chuan nodded.

Soon, under the focal point of ten thousands, the gate of the Oriental Hall opened again.

"Kuang!"

As soon as the door opened, the group of scholars in the Yongdian Temple in the distance suddenly refreshed.

"Yan Chuan really dare to come out!" Chen Ping showed a trace of disdain.

Yan Chuan walked ahead, and Yi Feng came out holding a large stack of scrolls.

Looking at the one hundred scrolls held by Yi Feng.

The faces of all the great scholars in the distance twitched.

"This Yan Chuan is crazy? Can't he really write it, and he wrote so much?" a big scholar exclaimed.

"Bah, can you write a beautiful and wonderful article this time? And, it is still a hundred volumes? hmph!" Chen Ping showed a trace of disdain.

Not only Chen Ping, nearly Wan Ruxiu also showed incomprehension. What are you doing with a stack of scrolls?

"Yan Chuan, what are you guys?" Dongfang Zhengpai was puzzled.

"White Dragon, you help me protect Yi Feng's safety, pay attention, Yi Feng's safety comes first!" Yan Chuan looked towards White Dragon.

"Yes!" White Dragon seriously said.

"Thank you Wang!" Yi Feng nodded.

"Mr. Yi Feng, what are you holding, I will help you!" White Dragon stepped forward immediately.