"Bai Ditian?" Qing Long exclaimed in shock.
Yan Chuan had been investigating Bai Ditian's background, and Qing Long had a rough idea. This Bai Ditian was an incredible figure 8,000 years ago. The Sovereign of the Tiger Race? Jade pendant?
"That's right. Pass the jade pendant to him. You don't have to say much. Just pass me a message and you can come back first!" Yan Chuan said in a low voice.
"Young Master, please speak!" Qing Long received the jade pendant solemnly.
Although he didn't understand Yan Chuan's intentions, he knew that this was a serious matter.
"Tell him that I, Yan Chuan, will be waiting for you at Julu City's East Hall!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.
"Yes!" Qing Long nodded and stepped out of the hall.
"Meow?" Meow's eyes were filled with confusion.
Dongfang Zhengpai's eyes were also filled with curiosity.
"Bai Ditian? Is it really that Bai Ditian?" Dongfang Zhengpai exclaimed in shock.
"It can't be wrong!" Yan Chuan said with certainty.
"Then why are you looking for him?" Dongfang Zhengpai didn't understand.
"Let's be friends!" Yan Chuan smiled.
"Ah?" Dongfang Zhengpai's eyes were filled with disbelief.
Not long after Qing Long left, there was a loud commotion outside the East Hall.
"Someone else is here?" Dongfang Zhengpai asked curiously.
Yan Chuan had been cooped up in the hall for the past few days. He carried Meow out of the hall.
Outside the floating island, there was a slight ripple in the void. It was obvious that the array was blocking the people outside.
Dongfang Zhengpai waved his hand, and the array was deactivated. Three Confucian scholars flew into the plaza. One of them was the leader, while the other two carried a signboard.
"It's you? Why are you here again? "Dongfang Zhengpai immediately shouted.
The leader of the Confucian scholars smiled bitterly and nodded. "Everyone, it's me again. The great Confucian scholars have asked me to send an invitation to Yan Chuan!"
As he spoke, the two people behind him quickly carried a huge signboard.
It was still the same signboard that said "Fishing for Fame". Behind the signboard, the words "Invitation" were written again.
"Have these Confucians gone mad? Why are they still keeping this plaque? Aren't they afraid of losing face?" Dongfang Zhengpai exclaimed.
Yan Chuan smiled faintly.
"The Literary Summit is not over yet. All the great Confucian scholars have returned once again. Yan Chuan, please move to the Yong Hall!" The three Confucian scholars said respectfully.
After saying that, the three Confucian scholars left behind their invitations, turned around and flew away.
Yong Palace?
Yan Chuan, Dongfang Zhengpai, and Meow all looked toward the Yong Palace Hall.
On the high platform of the Yong Hall, the original 32 Great Confucians had now become 60. All of them stood with their hands behind their backs, looking in the direction of Yan Chuan.
Below the high platform, nearly ten thousand Confucian cultivators had gathered.
"What's wrong with these scholars? That group of confucian cultivators scattered, but they summoned them back? "Dongfang Zhengpai said in surprise.
"Meow!" Meow was also curious.
In the distance, all the scholars looked in the direction of Yan Chuan.
The leader of the 60 Great Confucians was a square-faced Confucian.
Liu Zilu led the other Confucians to look at Yan Chuan.
"Your humble servant is Liu Zilu. Some time ago, Prince Yan shone brightly at the Literary Summit. Your humble servant has several wonderful essays. I would like to invite Prince Yan to review them together!" Liu Zilu said with a slight bow.
Liu Zilu's attitude was very respectful! However, anyone could tell that this was a provocation.
The nearly ten thousand Confucian cultivators had just received the news that the 60 Great Confucians had sent invitations to the Yong Hall to continue the Literary Summit.
There was not much written in the invitations, but the nearly ten thousand Confucian cultivators were immediately stirred up.
Who could not tell? Wang Long, Chen Ping, and the others had lost and were calling for reinforcements!
Although they looked down on the actions of the Great Confucians, this kind of competition was what all the Confucian cultivators looked forward to.
Without saying a word, the nearly ten thousand Confucian cultivators immediately dropped everything they were doing and rushed to the Yong Hall. Some of them even dragged a few good friends to the Yong Hall to watch the battle between the two great literary factions.
This kind of clash between literary factions was a fatal temptation to the Confucian cultivators.
This time, no one mocked Yan Chuan. They only looked forward to it.
60 Great Confucians! Even if Yan Chuan lost, it would not be embarrassing! Fighting against a group of Confucians alone?
The nearly ten thousand Confucian cultivators looked expectantly at Yan Chuan in the distance. They hoped that Yan Chuan would come over.
"Meow, these guys are not afraid of death. Yan Chuan, let's go and trample them to death. They still have the face to come?" Meow said excitedly.
"Yan Chuan, they must have come prepared!" Dongfang Zhengpai said with a frown.
Yan Chuan looked into the distance, and a strange smile appeared in his eyes.
"Wonderful Essays? I'll just watch from here! "Yan Chuan said indifferently.
Yan Chuan did not go over. It was as if he would lose his dignity if he did.
None of the nearly ten thousand Confucian cultivators were dissatisfied. Those who were capable naturally had their own pride.
In the distance, Liu Zilu raised his eyebrows. He waved his hand lightly.
Suddenly, a new stone stele appeared.
A Confucian cultivator carefully took out a box with a scroll inside. The Confucian cultivator tied the scroll to the stone stele and gently unfurled it.
When the scroll unfurled, a fishy smell immediately assaulted his face.
"Hualala!"
The sound of countless waves could be heard. When the scroll unfurled, blue light soared into the sky. A huge illusory image suddenly appeared in the sky, and waves of blue mist enveloped the illusory image.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Huge waves rose and fell in the illusory image. Inside the illusory image was a vast sea that was two thousand feet in size. The sea surged and roared endlessly.
"Hua!"
"The image of a painting?"
"More than that. This is a beautiful essay. The essay contains a beautiful image. This is a sea!"
"A single essay contains the vastness of the sea?"
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Waves of exclamations came from all around.
The splendid essay rushed out with great momentum and momentum. Instantly, it collided with Yan Chuan's poem.
Although the murderous aura of a peerless general was strong, the momentum of the vast sea was even more spectacular.
Moreover, the area of blue mist was twice as large as the area of white mist.
The huge impact immediately suppressed Yan Chuan's poem slightly.
It was a beautiful piece of writing! Immediately, countless Confucian cultivators revealed looks of worship and fanaticism.
The sixty Confucian cultivators stroked their beards, their eyes flashing with pride.
Especially Wang Long, Chen Ping, and the others. The depression from a few days ago was finally alleviated. Yan Chuan's poem was finally suppressed. 'Great!'
Moreover, there were a few such splendid essays in his line of work. Let's see what Yan Chuan will do now.
While the Confucian cultivators were feeling proud, they subconsciously glanced at Yan Chuan in the East Hall in the distance.
But when they saw Yan Chuan, their faces all froze.
In the distance, Yan Chuan did not look at them at all. Instead, he was happily facing two strange people.
'This beautiful essay can't compare to those two guys who came out of nowhere?' The Confucian cultivators' faces darkened slightly.
In the square of the East Hall.
Bai Long and Yi Feng arrived.
"Young Master!" Bai Long shouted excitedly.
"Greetings, my king!" Yi Feng bowed respectfully.
"Hahahaha, no need to be so polite!" Yan Chuan immediately stepped forward to support Yi Feng with a smile on his face.
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