Chapter 565
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Sima Yuntian raised an eyebrow at his youngest disciple. "Do you have the right to speak here?"
Chen Ping's face stiffened. "Please forgive me for my rudeness, teacher!"
Letting Yi Feng play chess for him, letting Spider King play the zither for him, and letting Wen Ruo paint for him was enough for Sima Yuntian to take Yan Chuan seriously.
To be arrogant, one must have the right to be arrogant! Although no one had seen any of Yan Chuan's works since the beginning of the Heaven's Bestowment Conference, the previous battles had already highlighted Yan Chuan's ability.
To be able to make friends with Emperor, Yi Feng, Spider King, and Wen Ruo, how could such a person not be a dragon among men?
"How will you beat me?" Sima Yuntian looked at Yan Chuan curiously.
"Do you really think that no one can surpass you?" Yan Chuan smiled.
"Zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting are all 'books'. I've traveled the world for many years and have never met a worthy opponent. The books that my inferior disciples used that day were all written in my spare time and can no longer represent me. You, on the other hand, have a hundred poems. They are indeed exquisite, but it seems that they are not enough!" Sima Yuntian said in a low voice.
"Those poems naturally can't represent my level!" Yan Chuan smiled.
"Oh?"
"Empty words are useless. Let's see what you can do!" Yan Chuan smiled.
"Alright!" Sima Yuntian nodded.
With a wave of his hand, two large tables appeared on the stage, each covered with a piece of paper.
"The books have been spread out. Please!" Sima Yuntian said in a low voice.
"Please!" Yan Chuan nodded.
Sima Yuntian did not stand on ceremony. Books were Sima Yuntian's pride. He had never been modest, and he would not be at this moment! He picked up the brush and began to write.
"Rumble!"
Sima Yuntian's brush was filled with righteousness. Before the words appeared, an extraordinary aura was born.
"Million Immortals Pilgrimage Gift!"
As soon as the title was written, Sima Yuntian's pen moved like flowing water. The brush and ink splashed out, revealing a great essay!
The overwhelming righteous energy enveloped Sima Yuntian, making him seem like a resplendent star, incomparably dazzling.
"Boom!"
Around Sima Yuntian, boundless righteous energy spread out in all directions. Wherever the brush landed, it was like the source of a river. Boundless righteous energy rushed out, rushing towards half of the square.
Why was it only one side? That was because Sima Yuntian wanted to be fair. He purposely controlled his side so that he wouldn't disturb Yan Chuan on the other side.
As a top-notch writer, Sima Yuntian had his own pride. Naturally, he disdained to use such underhanded methods.
Yan Chuan smiled as he watched Sima Yuntian splashing ink. A trace of regret flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes as he muttered to himself, "With such talent, it's a pity that he's immersed in these insignificant poems."
He took out a jade box from his bosom and took out his brush. Dream Immortal!
Dream Immortal. In the past, Xiao Chen and Mo Yu Xi saw a nightmare in their dreams. They refined the nightmare into this brush.
Looking at the Xuan paper on the table, Yan Chuan ignored it. Instead, he slowly walked towards Mr. Munro's previous painting!
It was the Painting of Misery and Suffering.
Because of the Heavenly Tribulation, the great sorrowful aura of the Painting of Misery and Suffering was slowly offset.
Yan Chuan took a deep breath. Holding the Dream Immortal, he dipped it in ink and suddenly picked up the words on Mr. Munro's painting.
He did not leave any blank space. Instead, he directly covered the entire page.
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Bitter, bitter, bitter, the Heavenly Dao collapses, all living beings perish, all living beings suffer, the Heavenly Dao dies …!
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