The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

"Which ancestor made this bastard rule?" Dongfang Zhengpai angrily asked.

As soon as the words were spoken, Dongfang Zhengpai suddenly complexion changed, and suddenly suffered: "teacher, I am worthless because of my Julu Academy. I didn’t mean to offend that ancestor. Don’t punish me for copying.

It's a book!"

However, this time Meng Lingtian didn't blame him, but looked at Dongfang Zhengpai weirdly and said: "It's your Old Ancestor, Dongfang Bubai stipulated it!"

"pu 呲!"

Suddenly, several other students laughed.

"Laughing, I am Old Ancestor, a wise martial artist, can you laugh? I just sang, do you understand?" Dongfang Zhengpai suddenly called.

Everyone laughed harder.

Dongfang Zhengpai can only watch the Tianshou Conference silently.

Meng Rongrong has been looking at Yan Chuan in the picture, bit her lip, her eyes are extremely complicated!

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Heavenly Grant Plaza.

On the bucket platform, there are two easels with a long piece of white paper on each.

Mr. Wenruo grabbed a pen on one of the blank sheets of paper and thought, as if thinking about how to proceed.

On the other side, the game between Sima Yuntian and Yi Feng has officially begun.

"pa!" "pa!" "pa!" ………………

The two are extremely fast, and Sima Yuntian looked towards this chessboard very solemnly.

"en? You can understand my layout only by watching my game of chess?" Sima Yuntian raised his brow.

Yi Feng did not speak, and continued to settle down.

Yi Feng's mana is limited, so the chessboard is not filled with mana, only a whirlwind is blowing over his head. And Sima Yuntian seems to be able to really play against Yi Feng, and there is no magical infusion, just ordinary moves.

In the distance, the Confucians of Julu Academy are all stared wide-eyed, because the profound realm in this game may be more profound than all the games they have seen before.

"pa!" "pa!" …………

The pieces kept falling, and Mr. Wenruo started to match colors.

The painting has a lot of colors, multi-colored, and it can be colorful and eye-catching. But this time, Mr. Wenruo only matched black ink, and at the same time placed a large number of water trays with varying amounts of black ink. A palette of varying degrees of black is formed, all of which are black, just in different shades.

"bang!"

Mr. Wenruo was the first to write and quickly splashed ink on the picture.

"Black and white painting? Hehe, you want to make a masterpiece with one color, Wenruo, your growth really surprised me!" A golden light flashed in Sima Yuntian's eyes.

While playing against Yi Feng, while watching Mr. Wenruo's splashing ink.

Yi Feng's chess moves are extremely straightforward. Sima Yuntian played against him for nearly an hour. After the fast chess ended, the speed of the two players began to slow down.

Gradually the two began to think.

Falling down, Sima Yuntian looked towards Yi Feng slightly surprised.

"Mr. Yi, where do you come from? The chess skills are so amazing? Compared to the great sages of all the academies, they are only strong or not, dare to ask where they learned from?" Sima Yuntian seriously said.

Yi Feng faintly smiled and said: "A mortal in the countryside! There is no teacher and no school, at most I learned a little from my king!"

"A mortal? No teacher, no school? Learned something from your king? Who is your king?" Sima Yuntian frowned.

"Didn't Mr. Sima ask knowingly?" Yi Feng fell down and said.

"Yan Chuan?" Sima Yuntian frowned and looked towards Yan Chuan in the distance.

PS: The past few days can't break out, sorry, in a few days when the work at hand is finished, it will definitely break out for a few days!