Chapter 488
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"So many?"
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Liu Zilu's expression was ugly. The five pieces of splendid prose that he had brought with him could have shaken the entire place and defeated everything.
However, the scene in front of him made Liu Zilu feel like he was going to collapse.
How could this happen?
Liu Zilu clenched his fists and his face turned green.
Dongfang Zhengpai, who was standing outside the East Hall to protect Yan Chuan, also had an interesting expression.
"F * ck, is this for real?"
Dongfang Zhengpai's eyeballs were about to pop out. If not for the fact that he was protecting Yan Chuan, he would have run over.
"Swish!"
A figure landed in front of Dongfang Zhengpai.
"Qing Long? You are back? "Dongfang Zhengpai was delighted.
"Yes, what's wrong? Where is Young Master? Eh? Bai Long and the rest are here too? "Qing Long was shocked.
"Yan Chuan is in seclusion in the East Hall. You stay here and guard him!" Dongfang Zhengpai instructed.
After finishing his sentence, Dongfang Zhengpai flew to the opposite side.
Azure Dragon was left gaping in shock, but he still solemnly accepted the mission.
Not far from the East Hall.
Meng Rongrong knew that the 60 Great Scholars had invited 10,000 Scholars to participate in the Literary Summit and finally came to investigate.
She stood in a remote corner and looked at the Splendid Prose in the East Hall.
Behind her stood Changqing and a few other Confucian cultivators.
"This, this is too exaggerated? This was written by Yan Chuan? "A Confucian cultivator exclaimed.
"It is the 30th piece!" Another Great Scholar said in disbelief.
"Young Mistress, it seems like we really misunderstood Yan Chuan back then! With his literary talent, there is no need for him to be a student here. "Changqing smiled bitterly.
"Yes, this is Yan Chuan's Calligraphy, Chess, Prose? This, this, this …! "The Confucian cultivator at the side was speechless.
Meng Rongrong looked at the tightly shut doors of the Eastern Palace Hall in the distance with a complicated look in her eyes.
"Hmph!" Meng Rongrong snorted.
Although he still couldn't forgive Yan Chuan, the grievances he felt in the past had suddenly lessened a lot.
"I'll go back first. You guys take your time!" Meng Rongrong shook her head.
"Ah? Eldest Miss, you're not watching anymore? "Changqing said in surprise.
"Just watch!" Meng Rongrong flew off into the distance.
Meng Rongrong left, but the group of Confucian cultivators were reluctant to leave.
"Let's go up and take a look!" A Confucian cultivator said.
"Alright!" Changqing and the others nodded.
At this moment, it was not just Changqing and the others. Countless cultivators from all over Julu City were attracted by the spectacular scene.
From afar, one could see volcanoes, snowy plains, shooting stars, and countless other wondrous sceneries above the Yong Hall. It would be strange if they did not attract the attention of the crowd.
Julu Mountain, Plaza outside Julu Hall.
Hall Master Meng Ziqiu and Left Hall Master Yue Yi also looked at the scene in confusion.
"Yue Yi, what do you think?" Meng Ziqiu asked with a strange expression.
"I don't know, but I know that Sima Yuntian must have met his match!" Yue Yi said with a strange expression.
"There's more to fighting for the God Investiture Strategy. However, this Yan Chuan is indeed an interesting person!" Meng Ziqiu said with a smile.
"Good writing, really good writing!" Yue Yi praised as he looked at the writing in the distance.
Outside the Yong Hall.
It was quiet, but everyone knew that today, Yan Chuan had completely shaken Julu City.
That was sixty splendid essays.
And it was still going on. For a moment, the surroundings of the Yong Hall were incomparably beautiful.
In front of Yan Chuan's vast amount of wonderful writings, the five splendid writings of the sixty great scholars were completely overshadowed.
Yi Feng smiled as he looked at the essays.
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