The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

Yi Feng nodded, hand all the scrolls in hand to White Dragon's hands.

"Dongfang Zhengpai, I told you before that I want to borrow you Dongfang Hall for a period of time, do you remember?" Yan Chuan asked with a smile.

"Naturally, do it with you!" Dongfang Zhengpai nodded.

"Since this is the case, then I am going to retreat first!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"Close, retreat? What about those great scholars?" Dongfang Zhengpai asked in surprise.

"No problem, Yi Feng is here to help me this time!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"He? He?" Dongfang Zhengpai looked towards Yi Feng in surprise!

Yan Chuan nodded, Yi Feng smiled nodded to Dongfang Zhengpai.

Dongfang Zhengpai: "……………………!"

"Okay!" Dongfang Zhengpai was speechlessly nodded at the moment.

Speaking, Yan Chuan walked back to the Oriental Hall, Meow followed.

"Marina!" The door of the great hall suddenly closed.

Everyone was speechless for a long time when Yan Chuan entered the temple again.

"Senior Brother, then Yan Chuan is really going to be a coward?" Chen Ping asked in surprise.

"I don't know!" Wang Long frowned.

"Hey, those two people are here, still holding a hundred scrolls, and that plaque?" Chen Ping asked in surprise.

Liu Zilu Daru narrowed his eyes and watched Yi Feng and White Dragon fly over.

Dongfang Zhengpai took a look, stayed outside the Oriental Hall and stood guard, spontaneously protecting Yan Chuan.

In the Oriental Hall.

"Miaomiao, install the books in the great hall first, don't break these!" Yan Chuan said to Miaomiao.

"meow!"

Miaomiao’s little felt hat suddenly produced a huge suction force, sucking a large number of books into the little felt hat.

"Meow, big gangster, what are you going to close up? Are you going to break through again?" Meow was puzzled.

"No, I want to nourish Divine Soul and climb to Peak! Next, there may be a fierce battle!" Yan Chuan faintly smiled and said.

"Fight? Meow! Who?"

"Bai Ditian!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

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Yongdian.

On the high platform.

White Dragon took Yi Feng and slowly landed on the high platform.

Looking at the plaque of "Putting Fame and Fishing for Fame" in the hands of White Dragon, a group of great scholars suddenly became frowned.

Nearly ten thousand invited Confucianists, but now they held their breath and looked at the people on the high platform.

"Who you are? Why doesn't Yan Chuan come?" Chen Ping shouted.

Yi Feng slightly smiled.

"My King Keshi wants to defeat Sima Yuntian, how can I waste any effort on you people!" Yi Feng said indifferently.

"What?" Chen Ping suddenly stared.

"I mean, you are not qualified to let my king go to your literary meeting!" Yi Feng shook his head.

At this moment, it is not that Yi Feng cannot be humble, but that he cannot be humble. At this moment, it represents Yan Chuan. It represents the upcoming country. How can a big country keep its breath?

"Yan Chuan afraid right?! Haha!" Chen Ping said with a smile disdainfully.

Shaking his head, Yi Feng said: "Wang is disdain to take action, I am enough!"

"Only you? Hahaha!" Chen Ping said with a big smile.

A lot of Confucianists laughed. Yi Feng Essence Realm cultivation base, just like this, still want to fight alone?

"Why do you all laugh?" Yi Feng was not angry, indifferently said.

"Just your age......!" Chen Ping was about to say something.

Just half of the story, I can't continue, it seems Yan Chuan is younger.

Yi Feng faintly smiled and said: "Yi Feng, this time, I will give a plaque to my king three, I hope you don’t refuse any more!"

Speaking, White Dragon will The plaque "Famous Diaoyu" is presented again!