The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

"What a great Sima Yuntian!" Meng Lingtian frowned and sighed.

"What a shit, didn't Yan Chuan beat Yan Chuan? The goddess shed tears, and the goddess actually shed tears because of this!" Dongfang Zhengpai exclaimed excitedly.

Meng Lingtian didn't blame the decent Oriental for being rude. At this moment, Meng Lingtian was also horrified by these two top articles.

"It's been a long time, a long time, it's been a long time since there has been an article of this level. Hundred sages of literature and tears, goddess of sorrow and tears? What a great!" Meng Lingtian exclaimed.

"Yes, it's amazing!" The three disciples behind him nodded.

"Unfortunately, neither of these people belong to my Julu Academy!" Meng Lingtian smiled bitterly.

Meng Rongrong looked at Yan Chuan in the picture. After Yan Chuan finished writing the article, he had been looking at the goddess Zhichen, her eyes were full of compassion. With that expression, Meng Rongrong was confused. Biting her lip, Meng Rongrong's expression eased slightly.

Tianshou Plaza, above the fighting platform.

When the tens of thousands of cultivators were amazed, Yan Chuan looked at the goddess Zhichen and sighed slightly.

Instead, Yan Chuan looked at Sima Yuntian.

Although the seventy-two disciples looked sad, Sima Yuntian smiled freely. It seemed that he didn't care about losing the qualifications of Fengshen Ce.

"The taste of defeat, hahahaha, it's been a long time since I realized it!" Sima Yuntian said freely.

"I, Yan Chuan, live by the East China Sea. Mr. Sima has free time in the future and can come to my place at any time, Oriental City of Worry-Free, always know my news!" Yan Chuan solemnly said.

Sima Yuntian looked at Yan Chuan and nodded: "Mr. Yan, I will remember you. I am convinced that I lose this battle, but I will still find you. When my style of writing gets better, I will definitely come to you. !"

"The door of Yan's house is wide open, please wait anytime!" Yan Chuan held his hands to Sima Yuntian.

Sima Yuntian smiled slightly and also made a hug!

"Hahahahaha!"

With a flick of his big sleeve, Sima Yuntian stepped off the platform.

"teacher!"

"Teacher, we lost!"

"Teacher! What to do?"

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Seventy-two disciples stepped forward one after another, all with grief on their faces, and they were defeated. My teacher has not been defeated for so many years, but he was defeated today? The persistence in the heart collapsed, and everyone showed sadness.

"Hahahahaha, it's nothing, you lose once, and you will win again next time, let's go!" Sima Yuntian said freely.

"Yes!" The disciples nodded one after another.

Following Sima Yuntian, everyone slowly left Tianshou Square.

In this battle, Yan Chuan became the biggest winner.

Tens of thousands of cultivators watched Sima Yuntian, no one stayed, and no one stopped him, so they watched Sima Yuntian slowly leave.

The sun rose from the east, and Sima Yuntian led the disciples, facing the sun, and stepped away.

A great sage, seventy-two disciples, with a prosperous style of writing, walked toward the sunrise, leaving a long back.

"Boom!"

The sky, Fengshence gradually became smaller, and gradually turned into a one-foot scroll, slowly falling towards Yan Chuan's palm. On the Fengshen Strategy, a golden dragon of Qi Luck surrounded, and gradually flew into the Fengshen Strategy.

"expensive!"

Jinlong roared cheerfully. Yan Chuan’s strategy of enshrining the gods is different from previous dynasties. There is still a quarter of luck from the Julu Academy.

Mo Yuxi, Yi Feng and others all smiled excitedly.

Wang Spider frowned in thought.

Mr. Wen Ruo showed a bit of bitterness.

Fengshence was getting closer and closer to Yan Chuan, and he was about to be caught.

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