The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

Chapter 41 Yan Chuan VSSima Yuntian

Sima Yuntian is looking towards the smallest dísciple: "Is there any place for you to speak here?"

Chen Ping Complexion stiffened, suddenly panicked and said: "dísciple is rude, please forgive me!"

Let Yi Feng fight for him, let Wang Spider play the piano for him, and let Wenruo paint for him, just this scene, Enough of Sima Yuntian's attention to Yan Chuan.

Arrogant, then there must be arrogant capital! Up to now, although I haven't seen any of Yan Chuan's works, the previous competitions have brought out Yan Chuan's ability.

Can you make friends with the emperor, Yi Feng, Wenruo, and Wang Spider, isn’t such a person a giant amongst men?

"How to win against me?" Sima Yuntian looked towards Yan Chuan curiously.

"Do you really think that no one can surpass you?" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"Qinqi, calligraphy and painting, is one of the "books". I have traveled the world in these years, and I have never encountered a rival. The scrolls used by my group of bad guys that day were all my early leisure work. Can’t represent me, to you, those hundred poems are indeed exquisite, but they don’t seem to be enough after all!" Sima Yuntian said solemnly.

"Those poems, naturally, can't represent my level!" Yan Chuan slightly smiled.

"oh?"

"It's useless to say nothing, see the truth!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"Okay!" Sima Yuntian nodded.

With a wave of the probing hand, two huge tables suddenly appeared on the platform, each with a piece of rice paper.

"The volume book has been laid out, please!" Sima Yuntian said solemnly.

"Please!" Yan Chuan nodded.

Sima Yuntian is also welcome, book, this is what Sima Yuntian is most proud of. He has never been modest, nor will he be at this moment! Lifting the brush, he started to write down instantly.

"hong long long!"

In Sima Yuntian's pen, the aura of righteousness is soaring, the words have not yet appeared, and an extraordinary and refined breath is born suddenly.

"Ten Thousand Immortals Pilgrimage Poems!"

As soon as the title is written, Sima Yuntian's pen is shaped like flowing water, the pen and ink are splashed out, and the huge fu appears suddenly!

The awe-inspiring righteousness enveloped Sima Yuntian, like the bright star that sets off Sima Yuntian, and is extremely dazzling.

"bang!"

Sima Yuntian all around, Haoran's righteous energy immediately dispersed in all directions, and the place where the brush fell is the same as the source of the river and sea, and the billowing Haoran's righteous energy quickly rushed out and rushed towards Half the square.

Why is it half? For the sake of fairness, Sima Yuntian deliberately controlled his half and did not interfere with Yan Chuan on the other half.

As a top writer, Sima Yuntian has his own arrogance. Naturally, the following methods disdain to use.

Yan Chuan watched Sima Yuntian splash ink, slightly smiled at the corner of his mouth. A sigh flashed in his eyes, and he whispered to himself: "It's a shame to be immersed in these poetry trails like this innate talent!"

Take out a jade box from your arms and take out your own writing brush. Dream fairy!

Mengxian, I saw nightmare in dreams with Mo Yuxi in the past, and incorporated nightmare refining into this brush.

Looking at the rice paper on the table, Yan Chuan ignored it, but slowly walked towards the previous painting by Mr. Wenruo!

The loss of life picture.

Because of Heavenly Tribulation, the great sadness and coolness of the loss of life picture is slowly offset.

Yan Chuan breathes deeply, carrying the Mengxian, dipped in ink, and suddenly mentioned words on Mr. Wenruo's painting.

There is no blank space, but the whole page is directly covered.

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Tough bitter bitter bitter bitterness, Heavenly Dao collapses, all souls are destroyed, the common people are born and the heavens die............... ………!