Julu City, Oriental Palace!

Dongfang Decent hurriedly ran to the main hall Dongfang Hall.

The door of the main hall is open, and you can see Yan Chuan inside, who is quickly turning the pages of the book, page by page, shaped like flowing water, and the speed of reading the book is too fast.

Meowth lazily lay on the table and fell asleep.

In the main hall, rows of bookshelves are densely packed.

"All the materials of the Tiger Clan in 20,000 to 21,000 years!" Yan Chuan exclaimed as he looked at the scroll in his hand.

"Yes!"

Qinglong surrounded the bookshelf, quickly rummaged through, found one by one, and quickly and neatly threw it on Yan Chuan's desk.

Yan Chuan kept flipping through it.

"Yan Chuan, it's not good, they're coming!" shouted Dongfang Decent as he rushed into the main hall.

"Meow, who's calling?" Meow suddenly woke up.

"That Chen Ping, I went back to find a group of senior brothers, the last thirty-two Confucians among the seventy-two Confucians, all of them have been dispatched!" Dongfang Decency said.

"Oh?" Yan Chuan paused slightly.

"They're coming?" Meowth suddenly stood up.

"Kill? no, but it's about the same! Thirty-two Great Confucians, now it's obviously aimed at you!" Dongfang Decent said.

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you offend Chen Ping miserably that day? threatened Sima Yuntian's reputation, and he, the thirty-two great Confucian disciples, wanted to hold a meeting called 'Peak Wen

Yes, "I will!" said Dongfang Decency.

"Pinnacle Wenhui?" Meow Meow looked curiously at Dongfang Decent.

"Location, Yongdian!" said Dongfang Dignified.

"Yongdian?" Yan Chuan said puzzled.

"Yongdian, it's right next to my Dongfang Palace, look, it's that floating island!" Dongfang Decent pointed to a floating island not far away.

Although it is not as large as the floating island of the Oriental Temple, it is close to each other.

"Meow, it's really coming, it's so close, standing on the edge of the floating island, I can hear the sound from the other side!" Meow Meow said.

"No, and this time it's open to all Julu City Confucian cultivators, as long as you want, you can come to the nearest place to pay respects!" Dongfang Decent said.

"So what, I haven't been free lately!I'm busy!" Yan Chuan frowned.

There are too many materials in my hands, and I can't find the information I want for a while.

"They're all knocking on the door, why don't you do something?" Dongfang Decent was surprised.

"Not free!" Yan Chuan shook his head.

As he spoke, Yan Chuan continued to sit down and flipped through the information.

Dongfang Decent opened his mouth, not knowing what Yan Chuan was looking for.

"Meow, I'll take you to see!" Meow Meow was curious.

"Okay!" Dongfang Decent nodded speechlessly.

Pinnacle Literary Meeting!

These four words were like a violent wind sweeping towards the entire Julu City.

Countless Confucian cultivators were invited and opened to the outside world?

Great Confucian Wang Long, Great Confucian Chen Ping, Great Confucian ..................!

A series of great Confucian names have made countless Confucian cultivators show their admiration.

"Yongdian?The literary meeting initiated by the thirty-two great Confucians?"

"Isn't the Yong Hall leaning on the Dongfang Palace?

"Could it be a Wenhui against Yan Chuan?"

"I heard that Yan Chuan and Sima Yuntian are competing for the Divine Strategy! Could it be that the two sides have begun to fight?"

"Thirty-two great Confucians! This article will definitely be wonderful!"

"The pinnacle literary meeting? must go and see it!"

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In addition to the invited Confucian cultivators, countless Confucian cultivators went to the Yongdian from all over the place, and even many people from the sect who were not cultivating and studying also went to the Yongdian with curiosity

At.

For a time, around the Yong Palace, countless cultivators gathered.

The pomp and circumstance of the Great Confucians is still very large, and the thirty-two Great Confucians are even more so, this is not only a grand event, but perhaps a fighting method between Sima Yuntian and Yan Chuan.

Inside the Meng Rongrong Palace.

"Thirty-two Great Confucians, Wenhui, are you going to fight poetry?" Meng Rongrong frowned.

"Yes, Miss, the poetry of Confucianism is hard to find, and this time it is thirty-two Confucian, and the grand occasion is unprecedented!" said Changqing on the side.

"Yes, eldest lady, the thirty-two great Confucians, with the great sage Sima Yuntian traveling around the world, he must have accumulated countless good poems, this time I have to feast my eyes!"

"Miss, we're going to go and see it too, what about you?"

Meng Rongrong frowned and said, "I'm not interested, you guys go!"

"Okay!" Changqing and the others excitedly walked out of the hall.

In the main hall, Meng Rongrong's eyes showed a trace of disdain: "Thirty-two Great Confucians, Wen Dou Yan Chuan, hum, a group of shameless people!"

After speaking, Meng Rongrong frowned: "What do I care about him for?"

Giant Deer Palace!

"Peak Literary Society?" Meng Ziqiu, the master of the courtyard, showed a hint of amusement.

"In order to keep Sima Yuntian's image unchanged, they really did it, but it's a pity!" Le Yi showed a hint of amusement.

The two shook their heads as they drank.

Next to him, Lao Yan, a disciple who came to report the report, said curiously: "Teacher, what is the pity?"

"It's too pretentious, even if you insult Yan Chuan, you may not be able to redeem the shame of that day, if you unfortunately lose, hehe, I don't know how they should end!" Le Yi smiled.

"Is it possible to lose? These thirty-two great Confucians, I heard that with the great sage Sima Yuntian, he traveled the world and wrote countless poems and essays all over the world! How could Yan Chuan win?"

Yan said curiously.

"Yan Tao back then, who thought he would win the championship?" Le Yi asked.

"Uhhhh

Three days later, in the evening.

On the Yongdian Square, a large number of Confucian cultivators gathered, nearly 10,000. There were a large number of non-Confucian onlookers around.

Wan Ru gathered and held a summit literary meeting.

Countless Confucian cultivators all showed excitement, and at the same time, all Confucian cultivators looked at the deserted Dongfang Hall not far away, and showed pity one by one.

Perhaps in the eyes of all Confucian cultivators, this Wenhui will humiliate Yan Chuan by the way. But it's just incidental, because a stinky kid is not worthy of talking about the article at all.

The gate of the Yong Hall was not opened.

But a few Confucian cultivators had already respectfully carried a plaque in the direction of the East Hall.

"The plaque with the reputation of selling the reputation?" a Confucian monk immediately recognized.

"No, there are still words on the verso, invitation?"

"What is this?"

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The Confucian cultivators immediately discussed. But the plaque was quickly sent to the Oriental Temple Square.

"What are you doing?" said in a deep voice.

"This is the great Confucian Chen Ping, let me wait for the invitation sent to the prince of Yan Chuan!" said the Confucian Xiu respectfully.

"Bastard, is this an invitation?" said Dongfang Decent in a deep voice.

Those Confucian cultivators bowed respectfully, dropped the plaque and turned around!

"Stop!" shouted Dongfang Decent.

But a few Confucian cultivators didn't stop at all.

"Invite your sister!" Meow Meow suddenly said angrily.

"Selling fame and reputation, this is a slap in the face!" Dongfang Decent frowned.

"Let's go, go see Yan Chuan!" Dongfang Decent turned to meow.

"Meow!"

Meow Meow nodded suddenly, and one person and one cat quickly walked towards the East Hall. Open the main hall and step inside.

"Boom!"

The door to the main hall slammed shut. Leave the fingers and fingers of the people in the Yongdian Hall on the other side.

In the Oriental Palace, Yan Chuan continued to flip through the information again.

"White Emperor Tian, I finally found it!" Yan Chuan suddenly had a happy face.

"Qinglong, continue to look for information from this era, quickly!" Yan Chuan said.

"Yes!"

Yan Chuan kept flipping through the information of the White Emperor Tian that he had just found. Meow Meow and Oriental Decent have entered the temple with that plaque.

"Meow, Yan Chuan!" Meow Meow suddenly jumped in front of Yan Chuan.

"What's wrong?" Yan Chuan wondered.

"Look!" Meowth said angrily.

Dongfang Decent took the plaque and showed it to Yan Chuan.

"Haha, then Chen Ping sent it again?" Yan Chuan showed a hint of amusement.

"Why don't you send it, the Peak Literary Conference will start immediately, they sent it in front of nearly 10,000 Confucian cultivators, this is a slap in the face, aren't you going?" Dongfang Zheng

Pie said.

"Slap in the face?, this group of mediocre talents is also worthy?" Yan Chuan showed a trace of disdain.

"Talented, are you ready to pass?" said Dongfang Decent with a smile on his face.

"There's no time for the time being, let them make trouble first!" Yan Chuan shook his head and said.

"Ah, but, if you don't go, don't you recognize this plaque?" Dongfang Decent said anxiously.

Yan Chuan smiled slightly, didn't say anything, and continued to look at the news about the White Emperor Heaven in the history in his hand.

In the middle of the Yong Palace.

Chen Ping's face showed a sense of joy and said: "Hahaha, Yan Chuan is a turtle with a shrunken head, he doesn't dare to come out, too, it will only be more embarrassing to come!"

All the great Confucians smiled, and everyone looked at Wang Long together.

"It's still Senior Brother who thinks about it thoroughly, even if Yan Chuan doesn't dare to come over, he can still make his image go away!" the big Confucians laughed.

"Yan Chuan, it's just a clown jumping off the beam!" Chen Ping said disdainfully.

Wang Long, who was the leader, touched his beard and smiled slightly: "The hour is almost up, the peak literary meeting will be held on time!" "Hmm!" The great Confucian nodded one after another.

"Kuang!"

The gate of the Yongdian Hall slowly opened. Thirty-two Confucians, slowly stepping out of the hall.

"Look, the Confucians are out!"

"That's Wang Long Confucian, that's Chen Ping Confucian, that's ..................!"

"The Pinnacle Literary Meeting has finally begun!"

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The thirty-two great Confucians have become the focus of nearly 10,000 Confucian cultivators.

It was getting dark, but there were plenty of night pearls illuminating the surroundings. The entire Yong Hall has become splendid.

On the square in front of the Yong Palace. There is a high platform for the thirty-two great Confucians to step on.

"I've seen Wang Long, a great confucian!"

"I've seen Chen Ping's Confucian!"

"I've seen ............!"

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For a time, all the Confucian cultivators saw each other.

Wang Long stretched out his hand and pressed it slightly, nearly ten thousand Confucian cultivators suddenly stopped talking, and in the blink of an eye, there was silence around the Yong Palace, and the grand meeting began!

"Thank you for coming to participate in the old pinnacle literary meeting, walking the world with the teacher for hundreds of years, we have created some poems for you to taste, I hope you don't dislike it

Abandon!" Wang Long said politely.

"Wang Long Daru is polite!"

"Yes, it's not an honor for us to be part of this event!"

"You're welcome!"

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There was a sudden sound of compliments all around.

"That being the case, then sit down on the ground, and I will sit down and talk about each other!" Wang Long said with a smile.

"Good!" nearly 10,000 Confucian cultivators should drink one after another.

A group of Confucian cultivators sat down one after another.

The thirty-two great Confucians, with a long robe, also sat down under the leadership of Wang Long.

Around the Yong Palace, it was quiet, and no one dared to make a loud noise. The pinnacle literary meeting is officially opened!