Chapter 489
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On the other side, the sixty Great Scholars all had dark expressions.
"I don't believe it, I don't believe it. There must be plagiarism, there must be!" Chen Ping kept reading Yan Chuan's Splendid Prose, hoping to find a plagiarized one.
But how could he find one?
Seventy! Eighty! Ninety! All of these were the first interviews.
Almost all of the scholars stood on Yi Feng's side. The sixty Great Scholars holding another summit was simply making a wedding dress for someone else.
"Senior Brother, let's go. Today, we have completely lost!" Wang Long revealed a hint of bitterness.
"You want to leave? Take the plaque given by my king and don't send it back! "Yi Feng immediately laughed.
The White Dragon immediately stuffed the signboard of 'Fishing for Fame' into the hands of a great scholar.
Looking at the white robe in his hand, the Great Scholar's expression became extremely ugly.
"Boom!"
The hundredth Splendid Prose was hung up.
One hundred scrolls of Splendid Prose seemed to be pieced together to form a magnificent mountain and river.
"Whoosh!"
The Confucian cultivators' eyes were full of fanaticism. Some of them were a bit breathless from looking at these Splendid Prose.
All of them looked towards the Eastern Hall with more than just admiration. It was as if a literature grandmaster was sitting there.
Virtuous Paragon? Yan Chuan was a Virtuous Paragon!
In a short period of time, one hundred Splendid Prose. If this was not a Virtuous Paragon, then who was?
"Virtuous Paragon, Yan Chuan, the role model of our generation!"
"Yan Chuan is a true Virtuous Paragon!"
"These hundred Splendid Prose can shake the world!"
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The Confucian cultivators were not stingy with their words of praise.
The Great Scholars had received too many blows, and many of them wanted to leave.
However, Liu Zilu calmed down and didn't leave. Instead, he looked at Yi Feng. If he really left this time, then it would be a complete admission of defeat. The seventy-two Great Scholars' reputation would be completely ruined. Even Sima Yuntian would be seen as someone fishing for fame.
Leave? He couldn't leave!
"Poetry is only one path. Yi Feng? Do you dare to compete with us in Splendid Prose? "Liu Zilu shouted.
When Liu Zilu shouted, many of those who worshipped Yan Chuan looked at him with disdain.
Liu Zilu's words were too unbecoming of a great Confucian scholar.
He had lost to such an extent? Still not letting go? Fight Zhuwen again? Do you want to get back at me through other means?
Liu Zilu didn't want to say it, but he had no choice but to say it now. If he didn't say it now, he wouldn't have a chance to fight back.
The group of Confucian scholars looked at Liu Zilu in surprise, but they soon understood what Liu Zilu meant.
"Yo, you're really giving Sima Yuntian face!" Dongfang Zhengpai laughed.
"What did you say?"
"Eastern Orthodox Sect, what is the meaning of this?"
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The group of Confucian scholars scolded.
Dongfang Zhengpai shrugged his shoulders and said no more. However, the meaning behind his words couldn't be more obvious. With nearly ten thousand Confucian cultivators, who wouldn't understand? He was scolding them for being shameless.
More and more Confucian cultivators revealed looks of disdain.
"Everyone, how do you want to fight?" Yi Feng smiled.
Yi Feng came here to buy time for Yan Chuan so that the group of Confucian scholars wouldn't quarrel every other day.
"Go!" Liu Zilu said solemnly.
Yi Feng suddenly revealed a strange smile and said, "My king guessed right. You really want to fight!"
Zither, Go, calligraphy, and painting were all defeated in poetry. They definitely didn't dare to fight in calligraphy. Painting and calligraphy had many similarities, so the Confucian scholars definitely didn't dare to fight in calligraphy. As for the zither, it was the most difficult to cultivate. If the Confucian scholars could use their full strength, it would be best for them to fight in chess.
"What's wrong? Are you afraid? "Chen Ping shouted.
"I'm not afraid. I just feel that you're quite sad!" Yi Feng said indifferently.
Quite sad?
The group of Confucian scholars was immediately choked by Yi Feng's words.
"Come, I'll fight you too. Let's see how capable you so-called 'great Confucian scholars' are!" Yi Feng said indifferently.
"You?" Chen Ping showed a hint of disdain.
No matter what, he was only helping Yan Chuan to win. It wasn't Yi Feng's own ability.
"What? You don't believe me again? "Yi Feng said with a smile.
The word 'again' was like a slap to Chen Ping's face. Again? Why did he say 'again'?
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