Chapter 476
Words:1205Update:22/06/18 05:39:17
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"Shing!"
As Yan Chuan's brush fell, a powerful murderous aura filled the entire square.
The original wind and rain were suddenly stopped by the murderous aura that rushed out from the stone tablet where Yan Chuan's brush fell.
As soon as the murderous aura came out, the people who mocked him all felt a chill in their hearts.
"Boom!"
Amidst Yan Chuan's poem, countless clouds rushed out. Within the clouds, there seemed to be a 300-meter tall figure. It was a burly soldier, holding a long saber in his hand. He squinted his eyes and slashed forward.
Under the momentum of the blade, it made people feel a bone-scraping pain.
On the opposite side, the Ode to Ten Thousand Ghosts? At this moment, the ten thousand ghosts suddenly stopped. Under the fierce general that rushed out from Yan Chuan's poem, they all trembled and were inexplicably frightened.
There was no boundless righteous aura. There was only a hundred zhang tall peerless general in the clouds. The general's eyes narrowed slightly, despising the heroes.
An endless domineering aura gushed out.
For a moment, in the square, countless Confucian cultivators were breathless. The thirty-two Confucian cultivators were completely pale.
Ten thousand battles claimed that they did not use blades? Born with eyes that despised heroes?
A poem, towering to the sky, majestic aura, ten thousand ghosts stopped crying! The wind and rain suddenly stopped! Even the majestic righteous aura was overshadowed in front of the general in the white fog.
"Showing the atmosphere when the brush falls?" Someone exclaimed.
That was a higher level.
A level that almost ten thousand Confucian cultivators did not dare to imagine appeared today?
The Confucian cultivators who originally mocked Yan Chuan now looked at Yan Chuan with endless fanaticism in their eyes!
Domineering, domineering words, domineering poetry! This is Yan Chuan?
Dongfang Zhengpian immediately looked at Yan Chuan excitedly, then turned to look at the thirty-two Confucian cultivators, revealing a trace of disdain. "What did you write? So happy? "
"You!" Chen Ping was so angry that his face turned red.
But in front of them, Yan Chuan's poem, everyone understood that they could not compete at all. It was not that the difference was not much, but the difference was too big.
The brush falls to shock the wind and rain, the brush falls to show the atmosphere, it was a world of difference. Even a fool could see that.
In front of Yan Chuan's poem, the original poem that had won the praises of tens of thousands of scholars was nothing but bullshit!
The thirty-two Confucian scholars' eyes were filled with shame and anger.
After Yan Chuan finished writing, he tossed the brush aside.
In the eyes of the nearly 10,000 Confucian cultivators, his arrogance was natural and unrestrained! This was a true master of Confucianism.
Yan Chuan turned to look at the 32 Great Scholars.
Although the Confucian cultivators were excited, they didn't dare to breathe too loudly. They just looked at Yan Chuan and the thirty-two Confucian scholars.
"What a disgrace. Don't come in front of me. It's uncomfortable to watch and noisy!" Yan Chuan said indifferently.
Was it uncomfortable to watch? Was it too noisy?
It was as if heavenly thunder had exploded in the ears of the thirty-two great scholars!
"Yan Chuan, what did you say? Who are you calling a disgrace!" Chen Ping's face immediately turned red.
Yan Chuan glanced at Chen Ping and sized him up. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes seemed to say, 'Hey, isn't this a disgrace?'
When Chen Ping saw Yan Chuan's eyes, he felt even more depressed.
"Pfft!" He was so angry that he vomited blood.
"I've already given the plaque to you. Don't send it back. Take it back and keep it well!" Yan Chuan said indifferently.
As he spoke, he touched the words' Invitation 'on the back of the plaque. The four words "Fishing for Fame" were clearly displayed on the front.
Fishing for Fame!
Qing Long solemnly handed it to Wang Long.
"Everyone, this is my young master's calligraphy. Keep it well!" Qing Long said indifferently.
"Pfft!"
Another great scholar vomited blood because of Yan Chuan's plaque.
"Let's go!" Yan Chuan turned around and said.
He flew to the East Hall.
The surroundings were still quiet. Nearly 10,000 Confucian cultivators and 100,000 cultivators made way for him. Their eyes were full of amazement.
At this moment, the thirty-two great scholars were holding a huge plaque with the words' Fishing for Fame 'written on it. Many pairs of eyes were blinded by the words on it.
PS: It's two thousand more words, so it's a little late!
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