The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

On the opposite side, the sixty Confucian scholars are extremely dark.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, there must be plagiarism, there must be!" Chen Ping kept reading Yan Chuan's beautiful and wonderful articles, hoping to find a plagiarism.

Yes, how can I find it?

Seventy articles! Eighty articles! Ninety articles! All are the first interviews.

Almost all Wanru came to Yi Feng's side. The Sixty Confucian scholars reopened the Peak literary meeting, completely making wedding dresses for others.

"Senior Brother, let's go, today, we are completely defeated!" Wang Long said bitterly.

"Are you going? Take the plaque sent by my king, don't send it back!" Yi Feng said with a smile immediately.

White Dragon immediately squeezed the plaque of "Fame and Diaoyu" into the hands of a great scholar.

Looking at the white robe in his hand, the sixty scholars looked extremely ugly.

"bang!"

The one hundred beautiful and wonderful article is on hold.

Hundred-volumes of wonderful essays seem to piece together a magnificent mountain and river.

"Huh!"

The eyes of the Confucian cultivators are full of fanaticism, and some people can't breathe when they are read by these wonderful articles.

One by one looked towards the direction of the Dongfang Temple, more than just worship, there is like a master of literature sitting there.

Daxian? Yan Chuan is the great sage!

In a short period of time, hundreds of beautiful and wonderful articles, if this is not Daxian, who is Daxian?

"Daxian, Yan Chuan, a role model for my generation!"

"Yan Chuan, really great sage!"

"With this hundred words, Self can move the world!"

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A group of Confucianists are not stingy with their words of praise.

The great Confucianists have been hit too much, and many people have to leave.

However, Liu Zilu stabilized and did not leave. Instead, he looked towards Yi Feng. If he really left this time, he would completely recognize the counsel, the seventy-two Confucian scholars, completely discredited, and even, Sima Yuntian, will be regarded as a good reputation?

Go? Can't go!

"Poetry is just one er, Yi Feng? Would you dare to fight with me again?" Liu Zilu Shen shouted.

When Liu Zilu drank it, many people who admired Yan Chuan cast a contemptuous look.

Liu Zilu now has lost his status as a Confucian scholar.

Is it all like this? Still holding on to? Fight again? Want to find a place from other sources?

Liu Zilu didn't want to say that either, but he couldn't say it with his face at this moment. If he didn't say it at this moment, there would be no chance to fight back.

The great scholars looked at Liu Zilu unexpectedly, but quickly understood what Liu Zilu meant.

"Oh, I really gave Sima Yuntian a face!" Dongfang Zhengpai suddenly said with a smile.

"What did you say?"

"Dongfang Zhengpai, what do you mean?"

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A group of great scholars scolded.

Dongfang Zhengpai shrugged and said no more, but the meaning in the words couldn't be more obvious. Who can't understand nearly ten thousand Confucian scholars? This is calling them shameless.

More and more Confucianists show contempt.

"How do you want to fight?" Yi Feng slightly smiled.

Yi Feng came here just to delay Yan Chuan, so that these great scholars would not have to fight each other in three days.

"Fight chess!" Liu Zilu said solemnly.

Yi Feng suddenly showed a weird smile and said: "My king guessed right, you really want to fight chess!"

Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, just lost in poetry It's a mess. Books, I don’t dare to fight. Paintings, paintings and books have a lot of different tunes and the same skills. Many Confucianists dare not. As for the piano, the most difficult one. If all Confucians can do their best, the best is chess. .

"Why? Afraid?" Chen Ping exclaimed.

"It's not afraid, but I feel that you are very sad!" Yi Feng said indifferently.

Very sad?

All the great scholars were immediately choked by Yi Feng!

"Come on, I will also meet you to see how much your so-called'big scholars' are!" Yi Feng said indifferently.

"Only you?" Chen Ping showed a trace of disdain.

After all, I just helped Yan Chuan hang up the characters, not Yi Feng's own ability.

"Why? Don't believe it again?" Yi Feng said with a smile.

A word of'you', like a slap on Chen Ping's face, again? Why do you say "again"?