Haoran righteousness, filling the hall, on the sign, the four big characters are extremely shocking.

"Sell your reputation!" someone read out.

The meaning of these four words is more dazzling than the heroic righteousness that emanates from it! How many pairs of eyes have been blinded!

The Crusade Alliance suddenly lost a voice.

Chen Ping's face was flushed, and he was about to be stunned when he looked at these four words.

Lao Yan and the others, who were in charge of registration, had a strange brilliance in their eyes.

"Chen Ping, this is a gift from someone, give!" Lao Yan handed the huge sign to Chen Ping.

Chen Ping was ashamed and angry, and took the sign in a daze.

Grab the sign, I can't wait to smash it right away.

"Yan Chuan!" Chen Ping's eyes were slightly bloodshot.

Selling fame and reputation, this is Yan Chuan is waging war against Sima Yuntian?

The onlookers from all directions were in an uproar!

Today's crusade was a great humiliation, Chen Ping squeezed out of the crowd with a great sense of shame and anger, and quickly flew away from this sad place.

"Tsk, I can't see it, I don't know my heart!"

"I used to hear that the seventy-two great Confucian disciples of the great sage Sima Yuntian were all righteous and intelligent, but now it seems that this is not the case!"

"Yan Chuan really didn't do anything to Meng Rongrong at the beginning?"

"Heavenly Thunder, could it be that this place is close to the Hundred Sages Righteous Qi Altar? Sensing Heaven and Earth? It must be, you must not swear here in the future!"

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The two sides of the battle were gone, leaving behind a group of gossiping cultivators, and today's events must have spread to the whole city at the fastest speed.

Seeing a large number of cultivators leaving, in the sealed temple, Lao Yan showed a strange smile and said, "It won't be boring now, haha!"

Yan Chuan, Dongfang Decent, Qinglong, and Meow Meow, when they left the square, they flew into the sky.

"Yan Chuan, what happened to the Heavenly Thunder before? Don't tell me, it's the curse of heaven, I don't believe it!" Dongfang Decent said eagerly.

Qinglong also looked at Yan Chuan curiously.

"It's heaven's damnation!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"Meow?" Meowth was also curious.

"No way, that thing is not qualified to let God condemn him!" Dongfang Decent shook his head.

Smiling slightly, Yan Chuan admitted: "A little trick!"

Small means, naturally, are the first level of the Heaven Devouring Dao Sutra, the blue sky thundercloud in the acupuncture points of the Divine Court!

"Small tricks? This is a magic skill of 'pretending'! How did you get it?" Dongfang Zhengfang said excitedly.

Yan Chuan shook his head and didn't say anything.

Flying all the way, Dongfang Decent asked several times, but Yan Chuan didn't say anything, and Dongfang Decent had no choice but to give up. No more entanglements in this matter.

"Qinglong, in the city, help me collect all kinds of classics, especially the classics in history, the more the better!

Said solemnly.

"Read, what books do you want to read, I have all kinds of books in the Oriental Palace!" said Dongfang Decent.

"Oh?"

"Fifty thousand years of books, my Dongfang Hall has archives, there are eight million volumes! Except for the courtyard master, I have the most books here!" Dongfang Zhengde said suddenly.

"Oh, that's great!" Yan Chuan nodded with satisfaction.

"But, you just defeated Chen Ping, don't you take advantage of the victory to pursue and increase your influence? What kind of book are you reading?" Dongfang Decent was puzzled.

"I'm looking for some information!" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.

"Huh?"

Sealing the temple, Yan Chuan signed up, and fought with Chen Ping, and the news quickly swept through the entire Julu City like a raging wind.

Some people say that Yan Chuan is not self-sufficient, but some people say that Chen Ping is to blame. The most interesting thing is the brand of 'selling fame and reputation'. Let countless cultivators talk about it.

A large hall on Julu Mountain.

Meng Rongrong listened to the Confucian cultivators such as Changqing.

"Really?" Meng Rongrong said in a deep voice.

"It's true!" the Confucian cultivators nodded.

"You guys go down first!" Meng Rongrong said with a deep breath.

"Yes!" the crowd retreated.

In the main hall, only Meng Rongrong was left.

As soon as everyone left, Meng Rongrong slapped her palm on the table. There was anger in his eyes.

"Bastard Yan Chuan, I, Meng Rongrong, am so unattractive? actually said that there is no blasphemy against me?

Bastard............!"

Meng Rongrong was ashamed and angry-

The main hall of Julu Academy, inside the Julu Palace.

Meng Rongrong's father, Meng Ziqiu, pinched his white beard at the moment, listening to the old Yan Yu report of the Feng God Temple.

Next to him stood a man who didn't have to be white.

"Courtyard master, teacher, that's it!" Lao Yan said respectfully.

"Le Yi, what do you think?" Meng Ziqiu said with a smile.

Le Yi, the left courtyard of Julu Academy!

"It was very strange that thunder came that day!" Le Yi frowned.

"Hahahaha, don't talk about it, the key is just in time!" Meng Ziqiu said with a smile.

"Yes, I think this Yan Chuan did it on purpose!" Le Yi nodded.

"Yan Chuan, Yan Tao, this father and son, make me think of a person!" Meng Ziqiu thought for a while.

"Oh?" Le Yi said curiously.

"My Julu Academy, established for 50,000 years, records major events in the world every year, Yan, this surname is very rare, I looked through the classics and found another strongman surnamed Yan!"

Ziqiu's face was right. "Oh?"

Mencius handed out a pamphlet.

Lao Yan on the side wanted to watch, but Meng Ziqiu waved his hand and said, "You go down!"

"Yes!" Lao Yan sighed slightly and left.

Le Yi looked at the booklet.

"Immortal Holy Land, Sword Demon's best friend, Yan Zizai?" Le Yi frowned.

"Yan Zizai didn't incarnate as a blood demon back then, but I remember that where Yan Zizai disappeared, the people of Julu Academy went to investigate, and there was a sea of blood, which was recorded

Yes, thousands of miles of blood, blood demons, I have to link them together!" Meng Ziqiu said in a deep voice.

"Then let them make trouble!" Le Yi said with a smile.

"Yes, let's make trouble!" Meng Ziqiu nodded.

"Academy Master, will it be too much for Sima Yuntian to compete for the Divine Ce and reopen a new academy this time?" Le Yi said with a frown.

Meng Ziqiu smiled slightly and said with a wry smile: "How can I not see it?

"Hmm!" Le Yi nodded-

Tiger Residency!

Bai Ditian rotated the crystal wine glass in his hand, tasted the wine, and listened to Zuo Wuzhou's report.

"Wang, I saw it with my own eyes at that time! I was mixed in with that group of cultivators!" Zuo Wuzhou said solemnly.

"Heavenly thunder with you?" Bai Ditian's eyes narrowed.

"Wang, could it be because of the Hundred Saints Righteous Qi Altar that the Heavenly Thunder fell?" Zuo Wuzhou said curiously.

"No, it should be that Yan Chuan!" Bai Ditian's eyes narrowed.

"Yan Chuan?" Zuo Wuzhou said in surprise.

"Keep exploring!" Bai Ditian said solemnly.

"Yes!"

"Zuo Qianqiu!" Bai Ditian said lightly.

"In!"

"You go to Yan Chuan's hometown, collect all the information about Yan Chuan for me, go and come back quickly, this person is too evil!" Bai Ditian said in a deep voice. "Yes!"

Giant Deer City.

The whole city talked about sealing the temple, and the one who was hit the most was Chen Ping.

In the past, when he returned to Julu City, under the momentum, the image of the seventy-two Great Confucians was even more powerful than the countless Confucian groups in Julu City.

But today, the humiliated body is incomplete. The glorious image is completely ruined.

Sitting in a large hall, looking at the sign in front of him that said 'Selling Fame and Fishing for Reputation', his eyes were full of bloodshots. Several times, the sign had to be broken to vent the hatred in my heart.

"Huhu!"

There was a lot of footsteps outside the hall.

Suddenly, thirty-one white-clothed Confucian cultivators walked in.

"Senior brother, what the hell is going on?" as soon as the Confucian cultivators entered the main hall, they immediately shouted.

"Senior brothers, you have to make decisions for me, ............ today!" Chen Ping was filled with grief and hatred.

When it came to the events of the day, all the Confucian cultivators were angry.

"How can this be reasonable, the young people dare to compete with the master for the god policy?"

"Hmph, he is not only humiliating his junior brother, but also humiliating all our junior brothers, and he is even smearing his master!"

"Megalomaniacal!"

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A group of brothers and sisters reprimanded angrily.

But there were also some great Confucians, looking at the plaque written by Yan Chuan.

"Selling fame and fame?" said a great Confucian in a deep voice.

"Senior brother, this Yan Chuan seems to have some ability!" said another great confucian.

"Senior brother, this revenge must be avenged, otherwise, our image will really be ruined!

"Yes, you can't just leave it at that!" all the great Confucians nodded.

"Senior Brother Wang Long, you are the forty-first disciple of Shizun, the senior brother of all of us, we are headed by you, you say, do this?" everyone looked at a white-haired old man, Da Confucian.

Wang Long thought about it, and finally nodded and said, "Yes, this matter can't be forgotten, we must suppress Yan Chuan's arrogance again!"

"Senior brother, I have an idea!" a big Confucian suddenly said.

"Oh?"

"Before I came, I checked Yan Chuan's information, and I really found some, this Yan Chuan, according to his father Yan Tao's information, should be very young, although he writes well

Let's hold a literary meeting, invite thousands of Confucian cultivators in Julu City to participate, meet friends with literature, and then invite Yan Chuan to participate!"

Road.

"Yes, yes, Yan Chuan will only point out crooked ways at most, above the literary meeting, everything is about heroes in literature, and as soon as everyone's poems come out, Yan Chuan will be forced to be embarrassed!"

A man said.

"Wenhui, okay, Wenhui!" Wang Long nodded.

"Also, bring a pen!" Wang Long said in a deep voice.

Chen Ping quickly handed out a brush.

Turning the plaque of 'selling fame and reputation' around, Wang Long solemnly wrote on it.

"Invitation!"

As soon as the two words were written, Haoran righteousness suddenly filled the hall.

"When the time comes, give this plaque to Yan Chuan, and let him use it as an invitation to participate in our cultural meeting!" Wang Long wiped his beard and sneered.

"Senior brother is wise, in this way, if Yan Chuan refuses to come, it means that he admits that he is selling his reputation and reputation, if he is willing to come, wait for me and wait for the Confucians, and let him hold the plaque again

Return!" Chen Ping said excitedly.