Thirty-two Confucians, holding a huge plaque at the moment, wrote the words 'selling fame and fishing reputation', and were blinded by the above four words again.

Taking advantage of the excitement, with the certainty of victory, I am ready to teach this son who dares to provoke the teacher a lesson, and at the same time promote the image of the seventy-two great Confucians.

Seeing that it is about to succeed, it is about to move Julu City, and even after tonight, the pen will fall into a storm, and the poem will become a crying ghost and god, and it will become a good story for the ages!

Just when everyone was at their peak.

Yan Chuan, this bastard, appeared, and in the blink of an eye, he collapsed under the feet of everyone, and the higher he was pushed, the worse he fell!

A peerless fierce general, the sword stops the crying of thousands of ghosts, and the light of the literary pressure is Haoran!

As soon as the poem came out, all the great Confucians understood that there would be no more poems to speak of tonight.

There is no poetry tonight!

Who can still make poetry? If you can't climb it, you will only be spurned!

Thirty-two Confucians, their hearts are dripping blood, Yan Chuan's slap in the face this time is more serious than the thunder and thunder that Chen Ping experienced last time.

After all, last time it was not Chen Ping's domain, but this time, it was the domain of the thirty-two Confucians, and it was also the domain of careful preparation, in the field of their own preparation,

Slapped?

Looking at the peerless fierce general in the white mist, in the eyes of the thirty-two Confucians, it was not holding a knife, but a slap, and it was slapped in his face.

It is also the tragedy of the 32 great Confucians!

From now on, in front of Yan Chuan, there will be no day to raise his head.

"Poof!" "Poof!"..................

It was a few more great Confucians who were suppressed by this huge force, and they vomited blood and were deflated!

Seeing a group of people leave, after tonight, the name of Julu City and Yan Chuan will definitely be brilliant again!

Chen Ping wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Yan Chuan with hatred, and then looked at the giant monument written by Yan Chuan.

There is not a trace of appreciation, there is only infinite disgust. Looking at the giant monument, Chen Ping hated to break it into pieces.

The fists in his hands were clenched, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was about to smash the giant monument.

"Smack!"

Wang Long on the side, his eyes were anxious, and he quickly grabbed Chen Ping's hand.

"Senior brother?" Chen Ping said puzzled.

"If you break this monument, the teacher will also be completely implicated by you!" Wang Long shook his head and sighed.

"Huh?"

"Defeated, defeated, defeated, we are just the last thirty-two disciples, defeat must be defeated, we can't lose virtue cao, we are defeated, we have our own senior brother in front of us

Seeking justice, we lost, naturally there is an undefeated teacher, I underestimated Yan Chuan!" Wang Long sighed in a deep voice.

"It's none of Senior Brother's business, before, none of us thought that Yan Chuan would be so powerful!" the other Confucians said one after another.

"Let's go back!" Wang Long sighed slightly with a sullen sigh.

Looking at the plaque of 'selling fame and reputation' in his hand, a great Confucian was angry in his eyes, as if he wanted to destroy it.

Wang Long took it and shook his head!

Holding the 'fame and reputation'. The thirty-two great Confucians stepped on the wind, and in the surprised gaze of Wan Ru, they flew away from the place of right and wrong.

"Whew!Yan Chuan, that's amazing!"

"Yes, this summit meeting is really exciting!"

"Daxian Sima Yuntian, I finally met my opponent!"

"Although Yan Chuan is strong, he may not be as good as the great sage, besides, these thirty-two Confucians are only the weaker group among the seventy-two Confucians!"

"Anyway, I'm optimistic about Yan Chuan!"

"Impossible, Sima Yuntian is even more powerful!"

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For a while, the Confucian cultivators gradually clamored, and Yan Chuan, who was not optimistic about it at all in the past, was valued by many people. is even on an equal footing with Sima Yuntian.

This time, at the pinnacle of the Literary Conference, Yan Chuan defeated thirty-two Confucians!

It is conceivable that next, the two parties will fight again and again!

"Everything has just begun!" I don't know which Confucian cultivator said. After this sentence, almost everyone showed a feeling of enthusiasm. yes, that's exciting!

A domineering poem, Yan Chuan's reputation, once again moved the whole city.

In the city, countless cultivators looked up at the location of the Eastern Hall. There, a new star is rising!

Meng Rongrong's house.

"What, how is it possible?" Meng Rongrong said in surprise.

Several Confucian cultivators who had returned from participating in the Peak Literary Conference nodded one after another: "It's true!"

"Miss, didn't you see, at that time, Yan Chuan was a writer, but bi vomited more than a dozen mouthfuls of blood, those big Confucians are already powerful, but it's a pity where is Yan Chuan's opponent?

It has reached the point where the pen has fallen into a storm, and the poem has become a weeping ghost and god!

"Both Shenglong, He Shengchuan!"

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A group of Confucian cultivators said nonsense.

Meng Rongrong's eyes were complicated, she didn't know why, but she secretly breathed a sigh of relief-

Hall of the Giant Deer.

On the square, here, you can overlook the giant deer city.

The master of the courtyard, Meng Ziqiu, the left courtyard is Leyi, and the two of them stood with their hands in their hands, looking at the direction of the Yongdian Hall in the distance.

"This Yan Chuan is amazing!" Le Yi frowned.

"Back then, his son Yan Tao turned Julu City upside down, and after a hundred years, this son is not worrying!" Meng Ziqiu said with a smile.

"Not only is it not worrying, but looking at it like this, there is a tendency to surpass!" Le Yi sighed.

"Sima Yuntian, I don't know what the reaction will be this time!" Meng Ziqiu smiled bitterly.

"If he had fought back then, he would have fought back, but after going out for hundreds of years, I can't see through it!" Le Yi shook his head and said.

"Then wait a little longer!" Meng Ziqiu said lightly-

"Meow, Yan Chuan, you were so powerful just now! I laughed to death, that person scolded Duohuan before, and you were so angry that he vomited blood!" Meow Meow shouted excitedly.

Qinglong was also slightly excited.

Qinglong didn't have so much literary talent, and he didn't care about the literary fight of studying in the past, but just now, he experienced it with his own eyes, and Qinglong felt his blood boiling.

"I saw Wang Long unhappy before, old guy, disrespectful for the old! I actually raised several concubines!" I can't tell whether it's disdain or jealousy!

Yan Chuan smiled slightly, and didn't take it seriously.

"By the way, if you hit them in the face again, they will definitely fight back more violently, you have to be careful!" Dongfang Decent suddenly turned pale.

"It's okay, Qinglong, keep looking!" Yan Chuan said to Qinglong.

"Yes, Childe!" Qinglong said respectfully.

"Meow, you really came out to send them away just to read a book and be quiet!" Meow Meow was suddenly surprised.

"Otherwise, what do you think?" Yan Chuan smiled.

"Meow, I thought you waited until the end, just for the last slap in the face, so long!" Meow Meow said blankly.

"I!" Dongfang Decent also said blankly-

Julu City, in a large hall, is sitting sixty people at the moment!

Wang Long and Chen Ping were also among the sixty people.

In the center of the main hall, there is a huge plaque.

"Selling fame and reputation"

Eye-catching.

The thirty-two great Confucians who had been humiliated in the Yong Hall were all pale at this moment, and looked at the other twenty-eight men in white with great respect.

"Senior brothers!" Chen Ping said with an ugly face.

"It's me who underestimated Yan Chuan, senior brothers should punish me!" Wang Long got up and said.

Everyone looked at Wang Long coldly.

The first national character said in a deep voice: "You didn't find out the situation clearly, and you went to provoke?

"You can't blame Wang Long entirely, Yan Chuan is so young, who would have thought that he would have such attainments?" said another man in a deep voice.

"Senior brothers, we have lost the face of our teacher, and I ask you to seek justice for us!" Chen Ping said solemnly.

"Get justice?" the group of big Confucians looked at Chen Ping coldly. Chen Ping didn't dare to say more.

The leader of the Great Confucian thought for a while and said: "Yan Chuan signed up to compete for the Divine Strategy, and the battle with us is inevitable!

"Senior Brother Liu Zilu, do you want to report to the teacher?" asked Wang Long.

Liu Zilu, the leader, shook his head and said, "At this moment, the teacher with the twelve senior brothers will not manage foreign affairs!"

"Yes, you can't disturb the teacher!" The teacher is at a critical juncture at the moment, and this trip is competing for the Divine Strategy, and the teacher will not go all out until the time of the competition!"

The Great Confucianism said.

"Teacher, this time, not only is he competing for the god of the gods, but he also has big things to do, and he must not spoil the teacher's big things!" Liu Zilu nodded.

"Senior brother is the biggest here, Senior Brother Liu Zilu, what do you say?" Wang Long said.

Liu Zilu thought for a while: "The pen shows the weather, although it is powerful, but the article does not only rely on words, when the teacher traveled the world, he wrote some splendid articles,

Movable Heaven and Earth, some articles have been given to us, that is a height that Yan Chuan will never be able to reach!"

"Yes, the article is natural, the splendid article, it is not said that it can be written, many times, it depends on fate, I don't believe it, Yan Chuan can write a splendid article casually

Chapter, even if he can write one, it is impossible to write a second one, it depends on fate and providence!" The other Da Ru nodded.

"Senior brother is wise!" Chen Ping immediately praised.

"It's just a pity, it's such a beautiful article, it's a pity to spoil this child!" Wang Long sighed slightly.

"It's a pity? It's a pity, this is just the beginning, we don't have anything else but articles?" Liu Zilu showed a sneer.

A restaurant in Julu City.

A fat seat sat two men, one dressed in white, it was the white tiger who was changed by Meow Meow, and it was called White Dragon at the moment.

There was also a man with an extremely free and easy appearance next to him, with black hair, and a cyan robe, with an extraordinary bearing.

Bai Long listened to the discussion of the restaurant.

"Childe is really powerful, we just entered the city, and there is news of Childe everywhere?"

"Wen Douqun Confucian, wherever the king goes, it's so dazzling!" the man in the Tsing Yi Confucian robe sighed slightly.

"Mr. Yifeng, since we know that Childe is in the Dongfang Palace, let's go! I can't wait, Childe's poems are really so powerful?"

Moving.

Yifeng, the old lady of Yanguo, once played against Yan Chuan, and then stayed in Yanjing to arrange the overall situation of Yan Guo for Yan Chuan!

"Don't worry, at least wait until I finish this drink!" Yifeng smiled slightly.