Sima Yuntian raised his eyebrows and looked at the youngest disciple: "Is there a part of your speech here?"

Chen Ping's face froze, and he suddenly said in panic: "The disciple is rude, please forgive the teacher!"

Let Yifeng fight for him, let Wang Zhu stroke the piano for him, and let Wen Ruo paint for him, just this scene is enough for Sima Yuntian to attach importance to Yan Chuan.

Arrogance, that must have arrogant capital! Although I have not seen any of Yan Chuan's works at the Heavenly Grant Conference so far, the previous competitions have already brought out Yan Chuan

capacity.

can make friends with the emperor, Yifeng, Wen Ruo, and Wang Zhu, isn't such a person still a dragon and phoenix among people?

"How can you win me?" Sima Yuntian looked at Yan Chuan curiously.

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

"Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, on the 'book', I have walked the world all these years, I have never met an opponent, and the books used by my group of inferior people that day are all my leisure in my early years

As for me, it can't represent me for a long time, but it's you, those hundred poems are indeed exquisite, but they alone seem to be not enough after all!" Sima Yuntian said in a deep voice.

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

"Oh?"

"It's useless to talk in the vernacular, let's see the real chapter in your hands!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"Okay!" Sima Yuntian nodded.

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

"The book has been laid, please!" Sima Yuntian said in a deep voice.

"Please!" Yan Chuan nodded.

Sima Yuntian is also not polite, book, this is Sima Yuntian's proudest place, he will never be humble, and he will not be at this moment!

"Boom!"

Under Sima Yuntian's pen, Haoran was full of righteousness, and before the words appeared, an otherworldly atmosphere was suddenly born.

"Ten Thousand Immortals Pilgrimage Fu!"

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

Haoran righteousness enveloped Sima Yuntian, as if Sima Yuntian was set off like a bright star, dazzling.

"Bang!"

Around Sima Yuntian, Haoran righteousness suddenly dispersed in all directions, and the place where the pen fell was like the source of the river and the sea, and the rolling Haoran righteousness quickly rushed out and rushed to half of the square.

Why is it half of the side, that is, for the sake of fairness, Sima Yuntian deliberately controlled the half where he was and did not interfere with Yan Chuan on the other half.

As a top writer, Sima Yuntian has his own arrogance. The means of the next work are naturally disdainful of use.

Yan Chuan looked at Sima Yuntian splashing ink, and the corners of his mouth smiled slightly. A trace of sigh flashed in his eyes, and he whispered to himself: "Such a talent, immersed in these poetry trails, too good."

It's a pity!"

From his arms, he took out a jade box and took out his own brush, Mengxian!

Dream Fairy, in the past, he and Mo Yuxi saw nightmares in their dreams, and refined the nightmares into this brush.

Looking at the rice paper on the table, Yan Chuan didn't pay attention to it, but slowly walked towards Mr. Wen Ruo's previous painting!

The devastated picture of the creatures.

Because of the catastrophe, the great desolate aura of the living beings was slowly counteracted.

Yan Chuan took a deep breath, carried Mengxian with ink, and suddenly mentioned the words on Mr. Wen Ruo's painting.

It was not in the blank space, but directly covered the whole page.

Bitter and bitter, bitter and bitter, the heavens collapsed, all souls were destroyed, the common people were catacined, and the heavens were ........................ dead!

As soon as the first nine bitter words came out, Wan Ling in the picture scroll suddenly cried even louder.

Yan Chuan put down his pen, and the surroundings suddenly shone with golden light, as if Haoran was erupting, but it was actually surrounded by luck.

Surrounded by rolling luck, in the blink of an eye, Yan Chuan and the picture scroll were wrapped, and suddenly he couldn't see the internal scene, only knowing that Yan Chuan was within the scope of the luck package, constantly writing

is another splendid article, and it is also a poem that is very suitable for Mr. Wenruo's painting.

"Actually writing poems on Wen Ruo's paintings, what is Yan Gongzi doing?" Wang Zhu frowned.

"It's the first time I've seen my king's poems!" Yifeng sighed.

"What? the first time I saw you, wasn't it from the last peak literary meeting?" Mo Yuxi said curiously.

"It was written by my king, but the king said that he did not create it!" Yifeng said with a deep breath. "It wasn't created by Yan Chuan, it was written by someone else, he just wrote it silently? But those more than 100 splendid poems have never appeared in the world? Who wrote it

Of?" Mo Yuxi wondered.

"I don't know!" Yifeng shook his head.

"Bitter, bitter, bitter?" Mr. Wen Ruo suddenly smiled bitterly.

"What's wrong with Mr. Wenruo?"

"Yan Gongzi is a great talent! It's better to be in the bottom!" Mr. Wen Ruo said with a wry smile.

"Oh?"

"The heavens are suffering, the earth is suffering, the sun and the moon are suffering, the people are suffering, all races are suffering, the heavens are suffering, human nature is suffering, the world is suffering, and the human heart is suffering.

Because I have succeeded in creating a soul, but as soon as Yan Gongzi's nine 'sufferings' came out, I realized that the painting still lacked a real soul, and Yan Gongzi was writing a masterpiece!" Wen Ruo

The gentleman was surprised.

"Masterpiece?" Wang Zhu said in a deep voice.

Mr. Wen Ruo didn't want to explain, but there was a hint of bitterness on his face.

Mo Yuxi frowned and looked at Mr. Wen Ruo, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Mr. Wen Ruo, how do I feel, you don't want Yan Chuan to win?"

Not only Mo Yuxi, but Yifeng also looked at Mr. Wen Ruo suspiciously.

Looking at the fighting platform, Mr. Wen Ruo smiled bitterly: "Holy Maiden, don't worry, I definitely did my best to paint just now, although I don't want Yan Chuan to win in my heart, but I don't have a trace."

Slack off!"

"Oh, why?" Mo Yuxi wondered.

Mr. Wen Ruo shook his head: "Don't ask, Holy Maiden, although Yan Gongzi is powerful, Sima Yuntian is also powerful!"

Mr. Wen Ruo refused to say, and everyone could only sigh slightly.

Everyone looked at the top of the arena.

Sima Yuntian didn't pay attention to the luck around Yan Chuan, but concentrated on writing his "Ten Thousand Immortals Pilgrimage Fu"!

Ten thousand immortals pilgrimage endowment!

At this moment, around Sima Yuntian, it seemed that phantoms had appeared, phantoms of immortals condensed by heroic righteousness.

One by one, the immortal spirit was ethereal, and countless fairy grasses suddenly appeared on the surrounding earth, and as soon as the fairy grass came out, it covered the entire Tianzhu Square in a blink of an eye.

Someone touched it and found that the fairy grass was just an imaginary image, but the virtual image was already very powerful, and in a blink of an eye, the surrounding Tianzhu Square disappeared and turned into a huge fairyland

Kind.

Countless cultivators stood in the fairyland, the clouds and mist were ethereal, and the immortals around them were flying, like a dream, as if everyone had appeared in another world.

Before the words were written, everyone felt his sky-high demeanor, and everyone looked at Sima Yuntian, their eyes full of expectation. Wan Xian looked in all directions, as if he could see countless cultivators. He nodded at the cultivators in the square, smiling kindly.

"Smiled at me, the immortal smiled at me!"

"The false characters that appear in the word "Creation Spirit" also have spirituality?"

"It's amazing, this splendid article is beyond the scope of my knowledge!"

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Countless voices of worship were heard all around.

Julu Academy, a group of great Confucians and sages, can only look at each other and smile bitterly at this moment, this style of writing is too strong.

After the ten thousand immortals greeted the cultivators of the four directions, they faced the Hundred Saints Righteous Qi Altar together.

Because of the illusion, everyone seems to be in a fairyland, and all the original scenes seem to have disappeared. From afar, you can see the statues of hundreds of saints around the goddess Zhichen.

The statue of the saint has been pouring out with great righteousness, and at this moment, Sima Yuntian's article is gradually coming to an end, and the ten thousand immortals are also facing the hundred saints.

"Whew!"

With a wave of excitement, Sima Yuntian raised his pen and waved the last stroke. In one stroke, even the brush was thrown out.

"Bye!" Sima Yuntian shouted.

"Worship the saints!"

Wan Xian bowed respectfully to the hundred saints almost at the same time.

"Boom!"

This worship seemed to bring the endless cultivators around him to worship reverently.

Worship the saints!

Ten Thousand Immortals Pilgrimage Fu! A Fu is written, and all immortals worship together.

"Boom!"

The Hundred Saints Righteous Qi Altar, the statues of the Hundred Saints, trembled almost at the same time.

"It's moved? The statue of the Hundred Saints has actually moved? The article of Sima Daxian has alarmed the Hundred Saints!" someone suddenly exclaimed.

"Boom!"

The Hundred Saints trembled, and suddenly burst out with an immeasurable amount of white light. Endless Haoran righteousness suddenly gushed out and went straight to the sky.

The Heavenly Grant Square is bright because of the pilgrimage of ten thousand immortals, but at this moment, in the middle of the night, the sky is still black.

Haoran was upright, and suddenly went straight to the top of the nine heavens.

For a while, the white light was dazzling, and the Hundred Saints statue suddenly exploded like a great explosion of righteousness, and the previous hundredfold and ten-thousand-fold skyrocketed.

In an instant, the entire Julu City, the entire vast Julu City, was as bright as day.

In Julu City, countless cultivators were suddenly alarmed, and they went out in surprise one by one, not to mention that Julu City was bright, and even this side of the world was bright, in the middle of the night, it was like one

It was dawn in an instant.

Countless cultivators were surprised and quickly came in the direction of the Heavenly Grant Square.

Wendong Hundred Sages!Haoran Heaven and Earth!Ten Thousand Immortals Pilgrimage!

"Whoa~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

In the Heavenly Grant Square, countless cultivators were shocked and inexplicable.

Including all the great Confucians and sages of Julu Academy.

The sages who were originally indignant at Sima Yuntian were amazed one by one at this moment.

"Sima Yuntian, the article is invincible in the world!" Le Yi sighed.

"Boom!"

The Hundred Saints statue trembled, as if it was also inexplicably excited because of this article.

Meng Ziqiu showed a wry smile and said: "Sima Yuntian, the Sima family has reached the peak of his generation, who in the world can overpower such a text?"

"Long live the teacher!"

"Long live the teacher!"

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Seventy-two Confucians shouted excitedly.

Sima Yuntian exhaled a long breath, revealing a hint of satisfaction. At the same time, with a sense of triumphant excitement, he looked in the direction of Yan Chuan.

The Hundred Saints moved, I made the 'dead thing' statue crazy for my words, what can you Yan Chuan do?

"The world is in great sorrow!" In the midst of the rolling luck, Yan Chuan suddenly heard a long sigh. "Bang!"

Luck dissipated abruptly.

Yan Chuan's poetry was also suddenly exposed.

A great and tragic aura suddenly gushed out.

The breath of great sorrow and desolation, like a huge storm, instantly swept the entire Ten Thousand Immortals Pilgrimage Conference.

Although the immortals did not disappear, there were also countless more devils around.

Mr. Wenruo's painting seems to appear all around everyone.

"Help!"

"God, save my son!"

"Mother, save me!"

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Heaven and earth collapsed, and the realm of great tribulation instantly appeared around everyone, and the original pious pilgrimage was suddenly forgiven by the tragedy and disaster in front of him, for a while, nothing

The number of cultivators showed a dazed and sad expression.

Pious and sad, the two emotions suddenly collided together.

Yan Chuan's poems appeared.

Bitter Bitter Bitter!

Nine hardships in a row have stirred up many people's hearts.

The sages of Julu Academy suddenly looked at Yan Chuan's poems together, and suddenly showed a look of horror one by one.

Disasters arose all around, and they fought against the power of ten thousand immortals.

"This is an article comparable to the pilgrimage of ten thousand immortals, they are all shocking articles, and we can't judge them anymore!" Le Yi smiled bitterly.

"Yes, these two articles are beyond our knowledge, I can't judge, I can't judge!"

"Who's better?"

"I can't tell who is better!" Meng Ziqiu said with a wry smile.

As soon as nine bitter beings appeared in a row, Sima Yuntian's face sank, and he knew how powerful Yan Chuan was. The breath of great sadness came to his face, and Mr. Wen Ruo's paintings seemed to have entered reality

The same.

The heavens are bitter, the earth is bitter, the sun and the moon are bitter, the common people are suffering, all races are suffering, heaven is suffering, human nature is suffering, the world is suffering, and the human heart is suffering!

As soon as the nine sufferings come out, the disasters in the original painting are vividly expressed, great sorrow, great suffering, great disaster, and great catastrophe!

Just when everyone was reading Yan Chuan's masterpiece, no one noticed the statue of the goddess Zhichen behind everyone.

The statue of the goddess Zhichen, which was twice as tall as the Hundred Saints, suddenly contained two tears in her compassionate eyes.

The statue of the goddess of compassion, two tears, slowly condensed and gradually slipped down.

The statue of the goddess cried!

It seems to have seen the disasters in the world, the brokenness of the world, the collapse of heaven and earth, and the statue of the goddess cried compassionately for it, and wept for the common people in the world.

Zhichen burst into tears, and Baisheng, who was originally trembling with excitement, suddenly stopped trembling for a while.

The goddess wept sadly, and the hundred saints were still and did not move.

The majestic righteousness that rushed to the sky was instantly retracted, and the heaven and earth, which were as bright as day, suddenly rose into darkness again.

Julu City also returned to night in an instant.

Haoran's righteousness was all retracted into the Hundred Saints Statue, as if the Hundred Saints Statue could not exert Haoran Righteousness at all.

All saints were ashamed of the cry of the goddess Zhichen. are all repenting for the cry of the goddess Zhichen!

Baisheng abruptly withdrew all the righteous energy, which immediately caused everyone to turn around.

"Cry, Goddess Zhichen is crying!" I don't know who, the first one exclaimed.

"The goddess of Zhichen cried when she saw the devastation of life!"

"How can a statue cry, how can it cry?"

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Almost everyone was stunned by the cry of the goddess Zhichen. Sima Yuntian also turned his head to see the two tears falling from the air.

Those two tears fell down, as if telling something, as if they were sympathizing with something, these two tears pushed Yan Chuan's nine sufferings to the peak. It's two

Tears of sorrow!

In front of the two tears of the goddess Zhichen, the pilgrimage of the Ten Thousand Immortals seemed so ridiculous, so ridiculous that the hundred saints were ashamed to put away all the righteousness at this moment!