Meanwhile, in a forest far away from the tiger tribe's encampment.
Wang Spider, who had been playing the guqin with Meng Rongrong not long ago, frowned as he watched with ten demons.
"Why is he looking for Bai Ditian?" Wang Spider frowned.
"Lord Wang, what should we do now?" a demon asked with a frown.
"We have to complete the mission given to us by the Lord. We have to subdue all the tigers. Bai Ditian?" Wang Spider frowned.
"Lord, what are we going to do?"
"If we can't do it by force, we'll capture Bai Ditian and subdue the tigers!" Wang Spider said in a low voice.
"Shall we do it now?" a demon asked curiously.
Wang Spider shook his head. "Let's wait a little longer. This is the tiger tribe's encampment after all. If Bai Ditian escapes, all our efforts will be for naught. Let's wait a little longer!"
"Yes!"
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Julu City, Yong Hall!
Yi Feng was facing off against the 60 Great Scholars alone.
Although Yi Feng's cultivation was very weak — so weak that any of the Great Scholars could kill Yi Feng in an instant — Yi Feng was not afraid at all. He was even aggressive.
Yi Feng smiled and said, "I'm Yi Feng. This time, I'm here to deliver a plaque for you. I hope that everyone will not decline!"
As he spoke, White Dragon once again presented the signboard with the words "Fishing for Fame"!
Three plaques?
"Wow!"
Below, nearly 10,000 Great Scholars were in an uproar. Yi Feng was the same as Yan Chuan. He was too arrogant!
Of course, it was one thing to be arrogant, but it was another thing to show one's position in this matter.
Three gifts? The third time?
Every time he gave a plaque, the Great Scholars' image would be greatly damaged. Liu Zilu still dared to give the plaque back twice?
If this was given to Yi Feng, then the reputation of the 60 Great Scholars would be completely ruined.
"Oh?" Chen Ping and the others stared.
All the Great Scholars stared. Liu Zilu, who was in the lead, smiled faintly and stopped the Great Scholars.
"Three plaques? Huhu, this plaque, we can't afford to receive it. Better let Yan Chuan keep it! "Liu Zilu said coolly.
"Hahahaha, can't accept it? You will be able to accept it. The main purpose of my visit today is to deliver the plaque to all of you! "Yi Feng said with a smile.
Yi Feng spoke politely, but his meaning was obvious. Today, he was here to deliver the plaque. Today, he was here to slap their faces!
The faces of all the Confucians darkened.
Yi Feng did not linger on this topic. He asked Bai Long to put the plaque aside and turned to look at the two words that showed the sea and the desert.
"Good writing, but it's a pity …!" Yi Feng said faintly.
"Pity what?" Great Scholar Chen Ping shouted coldly.
"It's a pity that I've seen too much, and my standards have also improved. Don't you all still have three pieces of calligraphy? Let's take them out together and let everyone observe! "Yi Feng said with a smile.
"Too much? His standards had also improved? What a joke! How many have you seen? "Great Scholar Chen Ping said angrily.
"You don't believe me? Haha, my king just wrote some miscellaneous pieces for me. If you're interested, you can take a look! "Yi Feng said with a smile.
Miscellaneous pieces? Only miscellaneous pieces?
All the Confucians were immediately angered by Yi Feng's arrogance. Did he want to use miscellaneous pieces to compete with my splendid work? Some of the Confucians even laughed out of anger.
Yi Feng was not in a hurry. He picked one from the pile of scrolls held by Bai Long.
"Everyone, there are limited steles. I wonder if anyone can help me prepare more steles so that we can share my king's book?" Yi Feng looked at the Confucians with a smile.
Bai Long was about to say that he could make some steles, but he was stopped by Yi Feng with a look.
What Yi Feng wanted was the participation of nearly ten thousand Confucian cultivators. This way, they would have a sense of 'immersion'. Although it was only a little, it was enough. Next, no matter what he said to the sixty great Confucian cultivators, the scales in their hearts would unconsciously tilt towards him.
If he was defeated, they would be united against a common enemy! If he won, they would be even more excited!
"I'll do it, I'll do it!"
Suddenly, seven or eight Confucian cultivators stood up, grabbed a large stone in the distance, and used magic to chop it. In the blink of an eye, ten steles were formed.
"Haha, thank you very much!" Yi Feng said politely.
"I'll have to trouble you to make a few more steles later. I have a lot of scrolls here!" Yi Feng said with a smile.
"If the calligraphy is good, we will definitely help!" The Confucian cultivators immediately agreed.
Yi Feng nodded.
He took out a scroll and gently hung it in front of the thousands of Confucians.
He unfolded it!
Boom!
The moment the scroll was unfolded, it seemed that a loud noise rushed out of the scroll, shocking the thousands of Confucians. The expressions of the 60 Great Scholars changed, and a bad feeling suddenly lingered in their hearts.
"Rumble!"
The scroll was unfolded, and a rumble sounded in all directions. A giant red mist rushed out of the scroll, and the shadow in the red mist was a huge volcano. The volcano erupted and rushed into the sky, and a vast rain of fire fell from the sky.
The spectacular fiery red sky and earth immediately affected everyone's hearts.
"So magnificent!" Someone could not help but say.
Before they even looked at the words, the aura that was released made countless Confucian cultivators boil.
This piece of splendid writing was much more spectacular than the sea and desert on the opposite side. Those two scenes were quiet, and the sea only moved slightly. However, this volcano was a scene of a big explosion.
The "Observation of Earthly Fire Soaring to the Heavens" immediately infected all the Confucian cultivators, and countless people were boiling.
The talent of the top scholar! How could it be mediocre? The words of the top scholar were surging.
The thousands of Confucians worshipped it, but the 60 Great Scholars' faces froze at that moment.
That was because that piece of calligraphy had surpassed two of their own.
"Impossible!" Chen Ping murmured in disbelief.
However, Yi Feng turned to the Great Scholars and said, "I, Yi Feng, never lie! Everyone, I still have ninety-nine pieces here for everyone to admire. Don't you still have three pieces? Take them all out! "
"There are still ninety-nine pieces? That's impossible. How can splendid writing be so easy to write? "Chen Ping immediately exclaimed.
"Can Yan Chuan write so many in such a short time?" another Great Scholar shouted.
"That's impossible. This is definitely Yan Chuan's limit. I don't believe that there's such a marvelous writing in that pile of paintings of yours!" Wang Long shouted in a low voice.
"Spread the word for all Confucian cultivators to admire!" Liu Zilu shouted.
"Yes!" the three Great Scholars answered.
The two sides opposed each other, and splendid writing flew out. The nearly ten thousand Confucian cultivators immediately clenched their fists in excitement.
Naturally, Yi Feng would not let the Great Scholars focus on the beauty. Instead, he looked at the nearly ten thousand Confucian cultivators and interacted with them again.
"Everyone!" Yi Feng shouted.
The nearly ten thousand Confucian cultivators immediately looked at Yi Feng.
"My cultivation is weak, and I still have ninety-nine pieces that my king gave me. I need your help to hang them up. Is there anyone willing?" Yi Feng said with a smile.
"I'll do it, I'll do it!"
"I'll do it!"
"I'll help you!"
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On the other side, Liu Zilu's face was ugly. He still had three pieces of splendid writing that had not been hung up yet. It seemed that he had lost another round.
"Thank you!" Yi Feng nodded.
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