A large number of Confucian cultivators have stepped forward to hang books for Yifeng!

Yifeng was also not polite, and let a group of Confucian cultivators divide the picture scroll that Yan Chuan had just written.

"Boom!"

The mountain stones were constantly split, and the stone tablets were erected one by one, and the picture scrolls were slowly hung up.

"Boom!"

In the direction of Confucianism, another splendid article appeared.

A snowfield with a lot of snow. The view is vast and magnificent. The cold breath came straight out. Spotlessly clean, clean hearts and lungs!

Before Chen Ping had time to be happy, another scroll of paintings unfolded on the opposite side.

"Boom!"

Like the sound of thousands of horses galloping, the same cold air came straight up, the picture scroll unfolded, the white mist rushed to the sky, and it was also endless snow, but on the side of Yifeng, it was a big avalanche.

The snow is rolling, rolling in, and the momentum is huge, and I don't know how much stronger than the other side.

"Good!"

"Spectacular!"

"The realm of avalanche is like a galloping horse!"

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A series of praises and cheers, just from the perception, the momentum of the avalanche overwhelmed the snowfield.

"No way, how can there be another one? This must be the previous one. Chen Ping exclaimed.

"No, look at the avalanche and the volcano, these two articles, the ink has not dried!" Wang Long showed a wry smile.

"The ink is not dry?" Suddenly, many people cast a look of surprise.

"Really, this ink hasn't completely dried yet, it's really just written!" suddenly a Confucian Xiu exclaimed.

"Yan Chuan entered the Dongfang Hall just now, just for a while, right?

"Two articles, and two very conflicting landscapes!"

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Nearly 10,000 Confucian cultivators, although their literary talents are not as good as those of the great Confucians, but they have been in Julu City for many years, and they still have this eyesight.

With only two volumes of picture books, Yan Chuan's reputation is set to resound throughout Julu City tomorrow.

"Impossible, show again!" Chen Ping shouted angrily.

On the side of the Sixty Great Confucians, a picture scroll unfolded again.

A vast expanse of prairie.

And at the Yifeng place, the third picture scroll unfolded, raging and burning, endless.

"The third article?is also the ink has not dried, the third article?" Nearly 10,000 Confucian cultivators were boiling.

Although the opposite side is also a good article, it seems to be much worse than Yan Chuan's.

Yan Chuan's articles, each one is different, and the style is different?

Yifeng stood aside and smiled slightly.

Nearly 10,000 Confucian cultivators got up one after another at this moment, looking at the scrolls of splendid wonderful texts with expectation and adoration.

Volume 4, The Sea in the Storm!

Volume 5, The Fall of Ten Thousand Stars!

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By the time the tenth volume unfolded, there was no noise around them, only silence.

Nearly 10,000 Confucian cultivators, there is no longer any more words of praise. Some people have never seen it in their lives, but at this moment, one by one is like a cabbage, constantly popping up.

At this moment, everyone looked at the Dongfang Hall in the distance, and there was no disdain.

Yan Chuan: This Yan Chuan does have the ability to open academies again.

Take a look at this article, ten articles, ten different styles?

Chapter 11!Chapter 12............

Unfold one by one.

The faces of the sixty Confucians became more and more ugly.

"How is this possible?" exclaimed Chen Ping.

"These hundred volumes, won't they be full of splendid articles?" said a great Confucian in horror.

"No way, it must have been written by someone else!" Chen Ping shook his head and refused to believe it.

"Splendid Wonderful Articles, no, as soon as the splendid wonderful articles in the world come out, they will definitely spread all over my four major academies, but I have never seen these articles!" Wang Long shook his head.

"So much?"

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Liu Zilu's face was ugly. brought five splendid essays by himself, which could have moved the audience and defeated everything.

However, the scene in front of him seemed to make Liu Zilu feel like he was collapsing.

How could such a thing be?

Clenched his fists, Liu Zilu's face turned blue.

And the Oriental decency standing outside the Oriental Palace, guarding Yan Chuan, is also extremely wonderful at the moment.

"I'm ri, really?"

Dongfang Decency's eyes were about to pop out, if it weren't for the protection of Yan Chuan, Dongfang Decency would have run over long ago.

"Whew!"

A figure fell in front of Dongfang Decent.

"Qinglong, are you back?" Dongfang Deply's face was happy.

"yes, what's wrong? Where's Childe?Huh, Bailong, they're here too?" Qinglong suddenly said in surprise. "Yan Chuan is in retreat in the Dongfang Palace, you are guarding here!" Dongfang Zhengzheng explained.

After saying that, Dongfang Decent suddenly flew to the opposite side.

The only Qinglong opened his mouth and was stunned, but he also solemnly accepted the task.

Yongdian is not far away.

Meng Rongrong finally couldn't help but come to investigate when she learned that the Sixty Great Confucians had invited Wan Ru to participate in the Summit Literary Conference.

Standing in a remote corner in the distance, looking at the splendid articles on the Yongdian Palace.

Behind him stood Changqing and a few other Confucian cultivators.

"This, this is too exaggerated, isn't it? This was written by Yan Chuan?" exclaimed a Confucian cultivator.

"Chapter 30!" said another great Confucian incredulously.

"Miss, it seems that back then, we really misunderstood Yan Chuan! With his literary talent, there is no need to come to us as a student at all. Changqing showed a complicated wry smile

Road.

"Yes, this Yan Chuan characters, chess, and literature, this, this, this ......!" the Confucian cultivator on the side was a little incoherent.

Meng Rongrong looked at the Dongfang Hall with the door closed in the distance, and a trace of complexity flashed in her eyes.

"Hmph!" Meng Rongrong snorted coldly.

Although he still can't forgive Yan Chuan, the sense of grievance in the past has suddenly become much smaller.

"I'll go back first, you guys take your time!" Meng Rongrong shook her head and said.

"Ah, Miss, aren't you looking?" Changqing said in surprise.

"Look!" Meng Rongrong stepped away.

Meng Rongrong left, but the Confucian cultivators were reluctant to leave.

"Let's go up and see!" said a Confucian cultivator.

"Okay!" Changqing and the others nodded.

At this moment, not only Changqing and the others, but also countless cultivators from all directions in Julu City were once again attracted by the spectacular scene here.

Standing in the distance, you can see, above the Yongdian Palace, volcanoes, snowfields, meteors, countless wonderful scenery, do not attract talents.

Julu Mountain, the square outside the Julu Palace.

The master of the courtyard, Meng Ziqiu, and the courtyard leader of the left courtyard, Le Yi, also looked at this scene slightly blankly.

"Le Yi, what do you think?" Meng Ziqiu said with a slightly strange expression. "I don't know, but I know that Sima Yuntian must have met an opponent!" Le Yi said strangely.

"Competing for the Divine Strategy, it's not just that, but this Yan Chuan is indeed a wonderful person!" Meng Ziqiu said with a smile.

"Good article, really good article!" Le Yi looked at the article in the distance and kept admiring.

Outside the Yong Palace.

It was quiet, but everyone understood that today, Yan Chuan would completely shake Julu City.

Sixty splendid articles.

It continued, and for a while, the Yong Hall was extremely gorgeous all around.

The five splendid essays of the Sixty Great Confucians were completely overshadowed in front of Yan Chuan's massive essays.

Yifeng smiled and looked at the article.

On the other side, the sixty Confucians all had extremely dark faces.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, there must be plagiarism, there must be!" Chen Ping kept reading Yan Chuan's splendid wonderful essays, hoping to find a plagiarized one.

But how could you find it?

Seventy, eighty, ninety, all of them are interviews for the first time.

Wan Ru almost all stood on Yifeng's side. The sixty great Confucians held the summit literary meeting again, completely to make wedding dresses for others.

"Senior brother, let's go, today, we are completely defeated!" Wang Long said with a hint of bitterness.

"Are you leaving, take the plaque from my king, don't send it back!" Yifeng suddenly smiled.

Bai Long immediately stuffed the plaque of 'selling fame and fishing reputation' into the hands of a great Confucian.

Looking at the white robe in his hand, the face of the Sixty Great Confucians was extremely ugly.

"Boom!"

The hundredth splendid article hangs.

A hundred volumes of wonderful texts seem to piece together a magnificent mountain and river community.

"Whew!"

The Confucian cultivators were full of fanaticism in their eyes, and some people were a little out of breath when they saw these wonderful texts.

One by one, they looked in the direction of the East Hall, not to mention worship, where it was as if there was a grandmaster.

Yan Chuan is a great sage! In a short period of time, hundreds of splendid articles, if this is not a great sage, who is a great sage?

"Daxian, Yan Chuan, the model of my generation!"

"Yan Chuan, what a great sage!"

"With this hundred texts, you can move the world with your own writings!"

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The Confucian cultivators did not hesitate to praise their words.

The great Confucians have been hit too much, and many people are leaving.

However, Liu Zilu stabilized and did not leave, but looked at Yifeng, if he really left this time, he would completely admit it, seventy-two Confucians, and his reputation would be completely swept away

land, even, Sima Yuntian, will be regarded as a fame and reputation?

Go? Can't go!

"Poetry, just one er, Yifeng, do you dare to fight with us and others again?" Liu Zilu shouted.

As soon as Liu Zilu drank it, many of those who admired Yan Chuan cast a look of disdain.

Liu Zilu's current words are too lost in his identity as a great Confucian.

Have you all lost like this? Still holding on? Fighting Zhuwen again? Want to find a way back from other aspects?

Liu Zilu didn't want to say this, but he had to say it cheekily at the moment, and if he didn't say it at the moment, there would be no chance to fight back.

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

"Yo, really give Sima Yuntian a face!" Dongfang Decent suddenly laughed.

"What did you say?"

"Oriental decency, what do you mean?"

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A group of great confucians scolded.

Dongfang Decent shrugged his shoulders and said no more, but the meaning of his words could not be more obvious, nearly 10,000 Confucian cultivators, who could not understand? This is scolding them for being shameless. Ta Reading Account: liuliu12345You can also enter 120 characters!

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More and more Confucian cultivators showed disdain.

"How do you want to fight?" Yifeng smiled slightly.

Yifeng came here just to delay Yan Chuan's time, so that this group of Confucians would not quarrel twice in three days.

"Fighting chess!" Liu Zilu said in a deep voice.

Yifeng suddenly showed a strange smile and said: "My king really guessed well, you really want to fight chess!"

Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, just in the poems, defeated in a mess, books, definitely dare not fight, painting, painting and books in many places have the same magic, Confucianism is certainly not

Dare, as for the qin, the most difficult one to cultivate, if the Confucians can do their best, the best is chess.

"What's the matter?, scared?" Chen Ping exclaimed.

"It's not that I'm afraid, but I think you're quite sad!" Yifeng said lightly.

Sad?

The big Confucians were suddenly choked by Yifeng!

"Come on, I'll meet you too, see how capable you are of these so-called 'Great Confucians'!" Yifeng said lightly.

"It's up to you?" Chen Ping showed a hint of disdain.

No matter how you say it, just now I was just helping Yan Chuan hang up the words, and it was not Yifeng's own ability.

"What? don't believe it again?" Yifeng laughed.

The word 'again' is like a slap in Chen Ping's face, why do you say 'again'?