The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

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Liu Zilu's face was ugly. I brought five beautiful and wonderful articles, which could have moved the audience and defeated everything.

However, the scene before him seemed to make Liu Zilu feel like a collapse.

How could this happen?

Squeezing his fist, Liu Zilu's face was green.

And standing outside the Oriental Hall and guarding Yan Chuan, the face of the Eastern Decent School is also very exciting.

"My day, is it true?"

Dongfang Zhengpai's eyes were about to stare, if it weren't for protecting Yan Chuan, Dongfang Zhengpai would have ran over.

"call out!"

A figure fell in front of Dongfang Decent School.

"Qinglong? Are you back?" Dongfang decent face was pleased.

"Yeah, what's the matter? Where's the son? Huh? Bailong and the others are here too?" Qinglong suddenly surprised.

"Yan Chuan retreats in the Dongfang Hall, you are here to guard!" Dongfang Zhengpai explained.

After speaking, Dongfang Zhengpai immediately flew to the opposite side.

Qinglong left alone in a daze, but he also solemnly accepted the task.

Yongdian is not far away.

Meng Rongrong finally couldn't help coming to investigate when he learned that the Sixty Confucian scholars would invite Wan Ru to participate in the peak literary meeting.

Standing in a remote corner in the distance, looking at the beautiful and wonderful articles on Yongdian.

Standing behind him was Changqing and other Confucianists.

"This, is this too exaggerated? Is this written by Yan Chuan?" A Confucianist exclaimed.

"The thirtieth chapter!" Another great scholar said incredible.

"Miss, it seems that we really misunderstood Yan Chuan back then! With his literary talent, we don't need to be a student here at all." Chang Qing said with a complicated wry smile.

"Yeah, these Yanchuan characters, chess, and writing? This, this, this...!" Confucianism was a little incoherent on the side.

Meng Rongrong looked at the Dongfang Hall with the closed door in the distance, and a trace of complexity flashed in her eyes.

"Humph!" Meng Rongrong snorted coldly.

Although Yan Chuan could not be forgiven, but the feeling of grievance of the past suddenly became much smaller.

"I'm going back first, take your time!" Meng Rongrong shook her head.

"Huh? Miss, don't you watch it?" Chang Qing asked unexpectedly.

"Look at it!" Meng Rongrong flew away.

Meng Rongrong left, but the Confucianists were reluctant to leave.

"Go, let's go up and see!" said a Confucianist.

"Good!" Changqing and others nodded one after another.

At this moment, not only Changqing and the others, but in Julu City, countless cultivators from all directions were once again attracted by the spectacular sight here.

Standing in the distance, you can see, the sky above the Hall of Yong, volcanoes, snowfields, meteors, countless wonderful scenery, does not attract strangers.

Julu Mountain, the square outside Julu Palace.

The owner of the courtyard, Menciu, and the courtyard of the left courtyard, Zheng Leyi, also watched this scene slightly blankly.

"Le Yi, what do you think?" Mencius said with a slightly strange expression.

"I don't know, but I know Sima Yuntian must have met his opponent!" Le Yi said strangely.

"It's more than that to compete for the title of God, but this Yan Chuan is indeed a wonderful person!" Mencius smiled.

"Good article, really good article!" Le Yi looked at the article in the distance and exclaimed.

Outside the Yongdian.

It was quiet, but everyone knew that today, Yan Chuan had completely moved Julu City.

Sixty beautiful articles.

Still going on, for a time, the surroundings of Yongdian are extremely beautiful.

The five beautiful essays of the sixty great Confucian scholars were completely overshadowed by Yan Chuan's massive essays.

Yi Feng smiled and looked at an article.

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