The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

"Moan!"

Yan Chuan's pen fell, and a powerful murderous aura suddenly flooded the entire square.

The original wind and rain was suddenly stopped by the murderous intent that Yan Chuan wrote on the stone tablet.

As soon as the murderous spirit came out, all people who mocked were chilled.

"boom!"

In Yan Chuan's poems, countless clouds and mist rushed out. In the clouds and mist, it seemed that there was a figure standing a hundred meters tall, a burly soldier, holding a long blade in his hand, carrying a knife, and squinting his eyes to the front.

Under the knife, people feel a pain of scraping.

On the opposite side, ten thousand ghosts cry? At this moment, the voice of Wangui stopped abruptly. After Yan Chuan's poems rushed out of the sword, each one shivered and was inexplicably frightened.

There is no countless awe-inspiring righteousness, some, just amidst the clouds and mist, a peerless general who lifted a knife to kill, squinted his eyes slightly, and scorned the crowd.

A burst of endless domineering gushing out.

For a time, on the square, countless Confucian cultivators did not breathe, and the thirty-two great Confucian scholars were completely bloodless.

Wan Zhan claims not to mention the blade? Born to scorn the heroes?

A poem comes out, soaring to the sky, majestic momentum, all ghosts stop crying! Wind and rain rest! Even the majestic aura, in front of the general looming in the white mist, has become eclipsed.

"The pen is down?" someone exclaimed.

That is a higher level.

A level that nearly tens of thousands of Confucian scholars dare not even think about, has it appeared today?

The Confucian cultivators who had mocked Yan Chuan, now look at Yan Chuan again, with endless fanaticism in their eyes!

Domineering, word domineering, poetry domineering! This is Yan Chuan?

Dongfang Zhengpai immediately looked at Yan Chuan with excitement, and then turned to look at the thirty-two great scholars who had no blood on the opposite face, revealing a trace of disdain: "What are you writing? So happy?"

"You!" Chen Ping flushed with anger.

But in front of Yan Chuan's poem, everyone could see it clearly and couldn't compete at all. It wasn't that they were similar, but that they were too different.

The fall of the pen is shocking, and the fall of the pen shows the atmosphere, it is a world of difference. Even fools can see it.

The poems that were praised by thousands of Confucian scholars before, in front of this poem by Yan Chuan, are shit!

Thirty-two great scholars suddenly showed shame and anger.

After Yan Chuan finished writing, he lost his pen.

The arrogance at the moment, in the eyes of nearly ten thousand Confucian scholars, that is a matter of course, that is unruly! This is the real Confucianism and Taoism.

Yan Chuan turned to look at the thirty-two great scholars.

The Confucianists in the Quartet, although excited, still did not dare to take a breath, looking at Yan Chuan and the thirty-two great Confucians in the center.

"Ashamed, don't come in front of me. It's uncomfortable to see and noisy to hear!" Yan Chuan said lightly.

Uncomfortable to see? Noisy listening?

It seems that the sky thunder blasted in the ears of thirty-two scholars!

"Yan Chuan, what are you talking about, who do you say is embarrassing!" Chen Ping's face flushed immediately.

Yan Chuan glanced at Chen Ping and looked up and down. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes seemed to say, ‘Hey, isn’t this shameful? ’

When Chen Ping saw Yan Chuan's eyes, he felt depressed at the moment.

"Puff!" An angry blood came out.

"The plaque has already been given to you, so don't send it back again. Take it back and keep it in good health!" Yan Chuan said lightly.

With that, the word'invitation' after a touch of the plaque. Highlight the positive four characters of "Pursuing Fame and Fishing".

Get fame!

Qinglong solemnly delivered to Wang Long.

"Everyone, this is my son's calligraphy, a good collection!" Qinglong said lightly.

"puff!"

Another great scholar was vomiting blood by Yan Chuan's plaque.

"Let's go!" Yan Chuan turned around.

Fly to the East Hall step by step.

The surrounding area was still quiet, and nearly 10,000 Confucianists and nearly 100,000 cultivators gave way. His eyes were filled with wonder.

And the thirty-two great Confucian scholars, holding a huge plaque at this moment, wrote the four characters "Pursuing Fame and Fishing for Reputation", and again how many pairs of eyes were blinded by the above four characters.

PS: Two thousand more words, so it's a bit late!

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