Chapter 462
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"Dong Fang b * tch, you dare to scare me?"
"Dong Fang b * tch, you still dare to come?"
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The eight scholars called out eight different names, but none of them called out Dong Fang Zhengpai's original name.
Dong Fang Zhengpai didn't feel ashamed and instead laughed, "Senior brothers, you've been busy recently!"
"Busy my ass, we're not allowed to cultivate, we're like idiots every day!" A scholar said helplessly.
"Oh, I'm here to find some fun for you. Look, someone signed up for the God Bestowment Strategy!" Dong Fang Zhengpai laughed.
"What? Sign up? Didn't Sima Yuntian sign up? "The scholar frowned.
"It's not Sima Yuntian, it's my friend, Yan Chuan!" Dong Fang Zhengpai pointed at Yan Chuan.
"Yan Chuan? Yan Chuan ~ ~ ~ ~! "The second time he called out Yan Chuan, his voice was eight pitches higher.
"What? You're Yan Chuan? "
"Yan Tao's son?"
"The Yan Chuan who molested Little Meng?"
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The group of Confucian scholars immediately became interested. They stroked their beards, their eyes shining as they sized up Yan Chuan.
"Meow, why is he the same as that wretched fatty?" Meow didn't understand.
Wretched fatty? Dong Fang Zhengpai's face froze.
The eight scholars' faces also froze. They looked at Dong Fang Zhengpai with disgust. They coughed and adjusted their attitudes.
"You're Yan Chuan? You want to sign up for the God Bestowment Strategy? "A scholar asked.
"Yes!" Yan Chuan nodded.
"You should know that there are conditions to compete for the God Bestowment Strategy!" The scholar said calmly.
"Conditions?" Yan Chuan looked at the scholar and then at Dong Fang Zhengpai. Dong Fang Zhengpai didn't say anything.
"That's right. First, you have to make a name for yourself in Julu City. That's the most basic requirement. A person without influence doesn't have the qualifications to establish an academy or educate all living beings!" The Confucian scholar said indifferently.
"I say, Old Yan, isn't Yan Chuan famous in Julu City? Go out and ask around. From a thousand year old woman to an eight year old girl, who doesn't know Yan Chuan? "Dongfang Zheng immediately defended Yan Chuan.
But why did it sound so awkward when she heard his explanation?
"Huh?" Old Yan was slightly stunned.
"Besides, if people like you, who live in the lifeless Zombie Palace, have heard of Yan Chuan, how could the outsiders not have heard of him? How many people in Julu City don't know Yan Chuan? Isn't he famous enough to shake the entire city? "Dongfang Zhengpai scolded.
"Alright, for the sake of you, Dongfang Scoundrel, I'll do it for him!" Old Yan nodded.
"Hang it up!" Old Yan said to the Confucian cultivators behind him.
"Mm!" Everyone nodded.
Quickly, they took out a huge sign. Two Confucian cultivators quickly picked up the brushes on the table. With a stroke, the two words "Yan Chuan" appeared on the sign.
"Hang it up!" Old Yan shouted.
The Confucian cultivators nodded and quickly hung the sign on the other side of the hall, beside Sima Yuntian.
Just as Yan Chuan was feeling satisfied, a commotion came from outside the hall.
"Mister, Yan Chuan has entered the God Sealing Hall!" A voice shouted.
"What? He went in? That's good, follow me in! "An arrogant voice came from outside the hall.
Everyone turned their heads.
"Chen Ping?" Dongfang Zhengpai raised his eyebrows.
The leader was a white clothed man. He held a folding fan and walked into the hall with an arrogant face.
"Chen Ping, Sima Yuntian's last disciple, the last of the seventy-two Confucian scholars!" Dongfang Zhengpai explained to Yan Chuan softly.
PS: Someone is performing a ritual downstairs. The sound of gongs and drums is non-stop. It seriously affects my writing speed, so I'm a bit late.
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