Chapter 463
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Julu City, God Sealing Temple Square.
There were many palaces in the square, and the one with the most people was the Sky Hall.
The Sky Hall was the place to sign up for the Tian Ce competition. Many sects signed up.
The God Sealing Temple opposite was usually very quiet.
But today, there were hundreds of Confucian scholars outside the God Sealing Temple. They all looked righteous, as if they were here to kill someone.
"Look, what's going on at the God Sealing Temple?"
"There are still people in the Zombie Temple? It's usually deserted, why are there so many people today? "
"I saw that the leader is Chen Ping, Sima Yuntian's disciple. What are they doing? Causing trouble? "
"Let's go and see!"
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Wherever there were many people, there would be no lack of people gossiping. In the blink of an eye, the God Sealing Temple was surrounded by three layers of people.
And as the number of people increased, the influence was also increasing. More and more people gathered, making the surrounding cultivators more and more curious.
Inside the God Sealing Temple.
Chen Ping led the group of Confucians into the main hall.
"Chen Ping, Sima Yuntian's last disciple, the last of the seventy-two Confucian scholars!" Dongfang Zhengpai whispered to Yan Chuan.
Dongfang Zhengpai explained in a low voice. Chen Ping, who had a look of arrogance on his face, suddenly saw a huge signboard.
Next to Sima Yuntian, there was a similar sign. Yan Chuan?
"Yan Chuan? Sign up? "Chen Ping squinted his eyes.
"Sign up? Yan Chuan signed up? "
"Yan Chuan wants to compete for the God Sealing Strategy?"
"Yan Chuan wants to compete with Sima Yuntian for the God Sealing Strategy?"
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The Confucian cultivators were all shocked. They were all shocked by the scene in front of them.
"Old Yan, what's going on? How can this kind of person sign up? "Chen Ping immediately shouted at the Confucian cultivator who was in charge of the registration.
"Yeah, this kind of person is immoral. Great Confucian Yan, how can you sign him up?"
"How did you check?"
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The Confucian cultivators in Yan Chuan's alliance all looked at Old Yan.
Old Yan asked indifferently, "What's wrong? Do we have to report to you when we check?"
Chen Ping raised an eyebrow at Old Yan's words.
"Old Yan, I don't understand. That's why I'm asking you for guidance!" Chen Ping said in a deep voice.
"Because of your promotion, Yan Chuan's name has already spread throughout Julu City. If he meets the rules, he can sign up anytime!" Old Yan said calmly.
"Ah?" The scholarly cultivators were all at a loss.
Chen Ping was also depressed.
He stopped pestering Old Yan and looked at Yan Chuan instead.
"Hmph, a country bumpkin wants to compete with my teacher for the God Investiture Strategy? Keep dreaming! "Chen Ping looked coldly at Yan Chuan.
"You are Sima Yuntian's disciple? Could it be that Sima Yuntian knows that he will lose, so he sent his disciple here to cause trouble? "Yan Chuan smiled.
"Bah, do you really think you're some big shot? Hmph, you're not even fit to carry my teacher's shoes. I'm here on behalf of the thousands of Confucian cultivators in Julu City to teach you a lesson! "Chen Pingchen shouted.
"That's right, a despicable person!" The scholarly cultivators all shouted.
Old Yan and the other Confucian cultivators who had signed up immediately became interested. The God Investiture Hall was nicknamed the Zombie Hall because it was too quiet. It was so quiet that the Confucian cultivators were bored to the point of sleeping. Now, something had finally happened.
The eight Confucian cultivators smiled and sat down. No one stopped them and allowed the two sides to curse each other. This kind of situation was rare.
"Shing!"
Yan Chuan pulled out the Jade Emperor Sword.
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