Chapter 487
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A large number of Confucian cultivators came forward, wanting to hang up books for Yi Feng!
Yi Feng did not stand on ceremony and allowed the group of Confucian cultivators to divide the scroll that Yan Chuan had just drawn.
"Rumble!"
The mountain rocks were constantly being split apart. Stone tablets were erected one after another, and scrolls were slowly hung on them.
Boom!
In the direction of the great Confucian scholar, another beautiful article appeared.
A vast expanse of snowy plains. It was vast and magnificent. An icy cold aura gushed out. Spotless, purifying one's heart and lungs!
Before Chen Ping and the others could rejoice, another scroll unfurled.
"Rumble!"
It was like the sound of ten thousand horses galloping, and the same cold air pressed down. The painting unfurled, and a white mist rose up into the sky. There was also an endless amount of snow, but Yi Feng was facing a huge avalanche.
Heavy snow rolled over. The vast aura was many times stronger than that of the other side.
"Alright!"
"Spectacular!"
"The realm of avalanche is like ten thousand horses galloping!"
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A series of praises rang out. Just by looking at it, the aura of the avalanche had already suppressed the snowy plains.
"Impossible, how could there be another one? This must be from before, "Chen Ping exclaimed.
"No, look at Avalanche and Volcano. The ink on these two chapters hasn't even dried yet!" Wang Long smiled bitterly.
"The ink is still wet?" Immediately, many people cast surprised looks at him.
"It's true! The ink hasn't completely dried yet! It really was written just now!" a Confucian cultivator cried out in alarm.
"Did Yan Chuan enter the Eastern Palace Hall for a while? He wrote two splendid essays in a row? "
"Two? Moreover, they are two extremely conflicting landscapes! "
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There were close to ten thousand Confucian cultivators. Although their literary skills could not compare to the great Confucians, they had been in Julu City for many years.
With just two scrolls, Yan Chuan's name would resound throughout Julu City.
"Impossible! Do it again!" Chen Ping shouted angrily.
The 60 Great Scholars unfurled another scroll.
It was a vast grassland.
As for Yi Feng, the third scroll was unfurled. It was a raging inferno that stretched to the heavens.
"The third chapter? It's already the third chapter? "Nearly ten thousand Confucian cultivators were in an uproar.
Although the other side's article was also good, it seemed to be much worse than Yan Chuan's.
Yan Chuan's articles were all different? Different styles?
Yi Feng stood at the side and smiled.
Nearly ten thousand Confucian cultivators rose to their feet and looked at the beautiful scrolls with anticipation and reverence in their eyes.
Volume Four: The Stormy Sea!
The fifth volume, Myriad Stars Fall!
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When the tenth scroll was opened, there was not a trace of noise in the surroundings, only silence.
Almost ten thousand Confucian cultivators, there were no words of praise left.
Splendid Miaowen? Some people had never seen such things in their entire lives, but at this moment, they were popping up one after another like cabbages.
At this moment, everyone was no longer looking at the distant Eastern Palace Hall with disdain.
Yan Chuan? Yan Chuan indeed had the ability to establish another academy.
Look at these articles. Ten articles with ten different styles?
Chapter 11! Chapter 12! …
The scrolls were unfurled one by one.
The 60 Great Scholars' expressions became more and more unpleasant.
"How is this possible?" Chen Ping exclaimed.
"Don't tell me these scrolls are all about Splendid Miaowen?" A great Confucian asked in horror.
"Impossible, someone else must have written them!" Chen Ping shook his head in disbelief.
"Splendid Miaowen? No, once Splendid Miaowen appears, it will spread throughout the four great academies. However, I have never seen these articles before! "Wang Long shook his head.
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