The hundred-zhang Tiance slowly became smaller, and gradually turned into a one-foot-long scroll and fell into the emperor's hands, and all the golden light on the emperor's body also gathered towards Tiance!

"Whew!"

The emperor turned his hand and put away Tiance, looked around, and stepped off the platform. Even if the competition for Tiance is over, the emperor is still the focus of the Tianzhu Square at this moment.

The emperor slowly walked towards Yan Chuan.

Everyone's eyes were also on the emperor.

"I'm leaving, I'll meet again!" the emperor said to Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan seemed to have known for a long time, and nodded: "Hmm!"

Stepping forward, the emperor left in one direction and walked towards the outside of Tianzhu Square.

"Emperor, what is the origin?"

"He knows Yan Chuan?"

"Whose disciple is the emperor?"

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There was a lot of talk all around.

"Stop, you can't go!" suddenly a voice sounded.

A sound immediately caused everyone to turn their heads, but it was the Holy Son of Gu Yue, whose eyes were slightly narrowed at the moment, staring at the emperor.

The emperor paused slightly, and turned his head to look at the Ancient Moon Holy Son. A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"You are not allowed to leave here until the Heavenly Grant Conference is over!" said the Ancient Moon Holy Son in a cold voice.

"Huh?"

Yan Chuan's eyes narrowed as he looked at the Ancient Moon Holy Son, before the end of the Heavenly Grant Conference, could it be that there was something else going on? Yan Chuan was thoughtful.

The emperor turned his head and ignored the Holy Son of Gu Yue, as if he hadn't heard it at all, and continued to walk outside.

"Whew!"

The figure of the Ancient Moon Holy Son flickered, and he appeared in front of the emperor in an instant.

"I said, you weren't allowed to leave, didn't you hear?" Gu Yue Holy Son's eyes froze, and a huge momentum gushed out.

The momentum of the Middle Void Realm is much greater than the Lower Void Realm.

The nearby cultivators were immediately shocked by this momentum and retreated again and again.

The momentum rushed straight towards the emperor, and the emperor seemed to be unaffected at all, and walked towards the ancient moon holy son step by step.

"Click, click!"

The floor on the ground had a large number of cracks under the strong momentum of the Ancient Moon Holy Son.

But the emperor still walked forward. Step by step, as if there was no oppression at all. Countless pairs of eyes around him showed a look of surprise.

Slowly, the emperor walked in front of the ancient moon holy son.

The emperor's eyes stared at the Holy Son of Guyue, and there was a chill in his eyes.

"Boom!"

It was as if a long knife slashed through the emperor's eyes, and it was suddenly inserted into the mind of the Ancient Moon Holy Son, and a powerful will rushed straight in.

The will that the Ancient Moon Holy Son relied on in the past was simply fragile under the emperor's domineering sword-shaped will, and it was all shattered.

"Boom!"

Gu Yue's holy son trembled, his mind was in chaos, and it took a long time before he woke up from his fright. But the whole person's spirit has withered a lot.

"Jing Cao's Sun and Moon Second Attendant, you are the son of the Sun Servant? Only the Middle Void Realm is double, and you dare to stop me? If it weren't for Jing Cao's face, you would have died a thousand times, stop me

Die!" the emperor said coldly.

Stepping in, the Holy Son of Gu Yue instinctively made a way, and the horror in his eyes was inexplicable.

The emperor's terrifying will has already told everything, no matter how stupid the Holy Son of Guyue is, he doesn't dare to stop him at this moment, covered in cold sweat, watching the emperor leave slowly.

At this moment, Gu Yue Holy Son did not have the slightest idea of stopping him. It's just that his eyes are full of horror.

A large number of cultivators around looked at it curiously.

"Holy Son, what's going on?" Chang San said in confusion.

The king of piano, chess, and books also came around. The spirit was sluggish for a while, and watching the emperor step away, the Ancient Moon Holy Son slowly recovered.

All around were staring at him, and the Holy Son of Gu Yue suddenly had a feeling like a man's back, he had targeted the emperor everywhere before, but now it seemed that it was so ridiculous!

"Let's go!" said the Ancient Moon Holy Son in a deep voice.

I can't stay here.

With the four people and Chang Si's corpse, he quickly left the Tianzhu Square, leaving tens of thousands of curious people.

Not long after, on a floating island on the outskirts of Tianzhu Square.

Gu Yue Holy Son and the four of them looked coldly at the Heavenly Grant Square in the distance.

"Holy Son, the emperor, just let him go?" Chang San said through gritted teeth.

Chang San didn't know that the emperor and Gu Yue had already fought before, although he couldn't help the emperor, but he really hoped that Gu Yue's holy son would be able to make a move. avenged the murder of his brother.

"Emperor?" Gu Yue's face twitched.

For the emperor, Gu Yue Shengzi didn't even want to provoke her, so leave this person to his father to deal with.

"We still have important business, although we have lost the Heavenly Strategy, we still have the Divine Strategy!" the Ancient Moon Holy Son shook his head and said.

"Yes!" Chang San nodded unwillingly.

Everyone once again stared at the Tianzhu Square in the distance.

In the Heavenly Grant Square, the shock brought by the emperor was slowly digested by the powerhouses. The venue was also cleaned up.

Of the seventy or eighty thousand cultivators, nearly seventy thousand of whom were Confucian cultivators, all supported Yan Chuan and Sima Yuntian, and it didn't take long for the previous shock to be covered up in a burst of anticipation

Middle.

Yan Chuan, Sima Yuntian, Julu Academy, Confucianism and sage!

What kind of competition will the three parties have?

"Please Goddess Zhichen to witness, seal the gods and fight for it, begin!" Meng Ziqiu shouted again.

Tianzhu Square suddenly fell silent.

It's still that bucket platform, it's just that at this moment, the bucket is no longer fighting, but a cultural fight.

On the platform, Le Yi took twenty Confucians and slowly stepped on the platform!

Yan Chuan took Mr. Wang Zhu, Yifeng, and Mr. Wen Ruo and stepped onto the fighting platform! Mo Yuxi waited below with Meow Meow in his arms.

Sima Yuntian also stepped on the platform with seventy-two disciples.

Yan Chuan, Sima Yuntian, and Le Yi are in a triangular trend. The literary battle was about to begin, and the Confucian cultivators from all directions held their breath. "The competition for the Fengshen Ce is different from the Tiance, the two of them decide to win one first, and then pass the test of the Julu Academy, or pass the test first and then compete with each other?"

Road.

Yan Chuan and Sima Yuntian glanced at each other.

"Test first!"

"We'll fight later!"

Sima Yuntian and Yan Chuan said almost at the same time.

Getting this reply, Le Yi nodded.

"Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, as long as there are two things that can win against the twenty-one of us on the stage, you can pass! What do you want to test first?" Le Yi said.

"Chess!" Sima Yuntian said lightly.

Yan Chuan and Le Yi also nodded, no objection!

Between the hands, on the bucket platform, two chessboards slowly protruded and stood in the center of the three.

"Yifeng!" Yan Chuan said lightly.

"Yes!" Yifeng nodded.

Gently swinging the long sleeves, the wind stepped forward, and the breeze blew the sideburns, looking extremely free.

"Mr. Yi!"

"Sure enough, it's Mr. Yi!"

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There were bursts of excitement from the audience.

Sima Yuntian looked at a disciple, and the disciple also nodded and stepped out.

"The second senior brother of the seventy-two great Confucians, Zhang Shen!"

"Among Sima Yuntian's disciples, the first person in the chess path?"

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There was a lot of discussion around, and Le Yi also saw the people from the two sides fighting, nodded, and said with a slight smile: "I have heard that Mr. Yi's chess skills are amazing, and Le Yi has been looking forward to it for a long time!"

"The Musical Academy is taking action in person?"

"I heard that the master of the music academy is best at the piano, and the chess path can only be ranked second, but he is a great sage after all, and he is definitely much stronger than those great Confucians!"

"Zhang Shen fought against Da Ru, but Mr. Yi fought against Da Xian?"

"It's not fair!"

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There were a lot of unwilling voices in the audience, but the players on both sides had already sat down. Yifeng did not have the slightest fear, but smiled faintly and said: "Julu Academy, Daxian? Yifeng."

I've been looking forward to it for years!"

After being polite to each other, Yifeng began to fall.

"Smack!"

Two games of chess, officially entering the state of chess.

Through spells, countless cultivators in the audience saw the falling sons on the stage, and they concentrated one by one.

And Yan Chuan, who was behind Yifeng, looked at Sima Yuntian not far away.

At this moment, Sima Yuntian did not pay attention to the chessboard, but looked at the mountain mouth of the Hundred Sages Righteous Qi Altar in the distance, and looked at Meng Ziqiu and the others.

Sima Yuntian's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was brewing something.

In the distance, Meng Ziqiu looked at Mr. Wen Ruo behind Yan Chuan, and a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes.

Wen Ruo looked at Meng Ziqiu, and a trace of pain flashed across his face. Father and son are opposite, but they are speechless for a while, and they are very uncomfortable in their hearts.

Separated by a large number of cultivators, Mr. Wen Ruo bowed solemnly in the direction of Mencius Qiu.

Didn't speak, just bowed.

Meng Ziqiu saw his son's attitude, and for a while, bitterness flashed in his eyes, and he sighed slightly.

"Smack!", "Smack!", "Smack!"........................

The sound of falling children continues.

"Agreed!" Zhang Shen was the first to win. Won a battle for Sima Yuntian.

"Teacher!" Zhang Shen came back excitedly to report. "Hmm!" Sima Yuntian nodded, his expression unmoved.

Zhang Shen returned to the ranks of the Seventy-two Great Confucians. Everyone looked at Yifeng against Le Yi.

One is Mr. Yi, who became famous two years ago and has never tasted defeat, and the other is the great sage of Julu Academy, the left courtyard is upright, and the two chess paths have reached the peak.

Although it was only a drop and no spells were infused, it produced a whirlwind for no reason above the chessboard, as if it reflected the danger on the chessboard.

Yifeng fell quickly, although his eyes were chaotic, but the chess style was extremely fierce, as if he was sitting in the middle of the battlefield, arranging troops, and a large army was killing towards Le Yi.

Le Yi is the most common chess style in the cultivation world, as if he is sitting on a sect, directing his disciples to make moves one after another, blossoming in all directions, and there are many wonderful moves, as if one by one

The master of the sect fights.

One side is like the imperial army, and the other side is like a disciple of the sect.

It's like a rivalry between an empire and a sect, either the sect pacifies the empire, or the empire exterminates the sect.

"Kill!" "Roar!" "I'm invincible!" ............

In the middle of the fall, Le Yi seemed to hear the arrival of thousands of troops. In the chessboard, although there are not many masters in the army, the army is in a positive atmosphere, as if it has the help of heaven!

come, can make the masters of the sect unable to parry.

"Smack!" "Smack!" "Smack!" ..................

The fall continued, and Le Yi's face became more and more ugly.

"The long army goes straight in, and ten thousand arrows are fired at once!" Yifeng smiled slightly. Starting

"Smack!"

Another sunspot fell, and suddenly the chessboard changed greatly, and Le Yi, who was immersed in the chessboard, seemed to see that thousands of troops and horses had gathered in front of the sect.

With the order of Yifeng's last son, thousands of arrows were fired, directly blasting the crumbling sect, and thousands of troops and horses roared into the sect, and the corpses were all over the field

The blood flowed like a river, and the foundation of the sect was instantly flattened by thousands of troops!

"Smack!"

The chess pieces in Le Yi's hand were crushed by himself. It has collapsed, and the imperial army has wiped out the sect, and all that remains is scattered remnants. This game of chess is not playable.

"Le Yi has been taught!" Le Yi got up and bowed slightly.

"Concession!" Yifeng also smiled and got up to return the salute.