The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

Yi Feng nodded and passed all the scrolls in hand to Bai Long's hand.

"Oriental decent, I told you before that I want to lend you the Oriental Palace for a while, do you remember?" Yan Chuan asked with a smile.

"Naturally, do it with you!" Dongfang decently nodded.

"Since this is the case, then I am going to retreat first!" Yan Chuan smiled.

"Close, retreat? What about those great Confucian scholars?" Dongfang Zhengpai asked in surprise.

"It's okay, Yi Feng came this time to help me!" Yan Chuan smiled.

"He? He?" Dongfang Zhengpai looked at Yi Feng in surprise!

Yan Chuan nodded, and Yi Feng smiled and nodded to Dongfang Decent.

Eastern Decent: "……………………!"

"Okay!" Dongfang Zhengpai nodded silently at the moment.

With that said, Yan Chuan walked back to the East Hall, Meow followed.

"Kuang!" The door of the hall closed suddenly.

Everyone was speechless for a long time watching Yan Chuan enter the temple again.

"Brother, is Yan Chuan really going to be a turtle?" Chen Ping asked in surprise.

"I don't know!" Wang Long frowned.

"Hey, those two people came here, still holding a hundred scrolls, and the plaque?" Chen Ping asked in surprise.

Daru Liu Zilu narrowed his eyes and watched Yi Feng and Bai Long fly over.

The Dongfang decent faction took a look, stayed outside the Dongfang Temple and stood guard, spontaneously protecting Yan Chuan.

Inside the Oriental Hall.

"Miao Miao, install the books in the hall first, don't break these!" Yan Chuan said to Miao Miao.

"Meow!"

Meow's little felt hat suddenly produced a huge suction force, sucking a large number of books into the little felt hat.

"Meow, hooligan, what are you going to close? You are breaking through again?" Meow was puzzled.

"No, I want to nourish my soul and climb to the top! Next, there may be a fierce battle!" Yan Chuan smiled slightly.

"Fight? Meow! Who?"

"Bai Di Tian!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

Yongdian.

On the high platform.

Bailong led the wind, slowly falling on the high platform.

Looking at the plaque of "Pursuing Fame and Fishing" in Bailong's hand, a group of great scholars suddenly frowned.

Nearly ten thousand invited Confucianists, but now they held their breath and looked at the crowd on the platform.

"Who are you? Why didn't Yan Chuan come?" Chen Ping shouted.

Yi Feng smiled slightly.

"My king wants to defeat Sima Yuntian, so how can I waste any effort on you people!" Yi Feng said lightly.

"What?" Chen Ping suddenly stared.

"I mean, you are not qualified to let my king go to your literary meeting!" Yi Feng shook his head.

At this moment, it is not that Yifeng cannot be humble, but that he cannot be humble. At this moment, he represents Yan Chuan, and he represents the upcoming country. How can a big country keep his breath?

"Yan Chuan is scared! Haha!" Chen Ping smiled disdainfully.

Shaking his head, Yi Feng said: "The king is disdainful, I am enough!"

"Just you? Hahaha!" Chen Ping laughed.

A lot of Confucianists laughed. Yifeng Jingjing cultivation base, just like this, still want to fight the Confucian alone?

"Why are you laughing?" Yi Feng said lightly, not angry.

"It's your age...!" Chen Ping was about to say no.

But just halfway through, I can't go on, it seems that Yan Chuan is younger.

Yi Feng smiled slightly and said: "Under Yi Feng, this time, I will give a plaque to my king three. I hope everyone will stop resigning!"

With that said, Bai Long once again presented the plaque of "Selling Fame and Fishing for Reputation"!

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