The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

For a time, countless cultivators gathered around Yongdian.

The pomp of the big Confucianists is still great, and the thirty-two big Confucianists are even more so. This is not just a grand event, but perhaps a battle between Sima Yuntian and Yan Chuan.

Inside the Meng Rongrong Hall.

"Thirty-two Confucian scholars? Literary society? Is that to fight poetry?" Meng Rongrong frowned.

"Yes, Miss, the poems of the great scholars are hard to find, this time it is the 32 great scholars, the grand occasion is unprecedented!" Changqing said.

"Yes, Miss, thirty-two Confucian scholars, following the great sage Sima Yuntian, must have accumulated countless good poems, this time I will feast my eyes!"

"Miss, we are going to see it too, how about you?"

Meng Rongrong frowned and said, "Me? I'm not interested. Go ahead!"

"Okay!" Changqing and the others came out of the hall excitedly.

In the hall, Meng Rongrong's eyes showed a trace of disdain: "Thirty-two great scholars? Wen Dou Yan Chuan? Huh, a group of shameless people!"

After speaking, Meng Rongrong frowned: "What do I care about his life and death?"

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Julu Palace!

"Zhu Feng Wenhui?" The host Mencius showed a slight amusement.

"In order to keep Sima Yuntian's image unchanged, they really did it. What a pity!" Le Yi showed a hint of amusement.

The two shook their heads while drinking.

Nearby, the disciple Lao Yan who came to report was curious: "Teacher, what a pity?"

"It's too artificial, even if you insult Yan Chuan, it may not be able to save the shame that day. If you lose unfortunately, hehe, I don't know how they will end up!" Le Yi smiled.

"Lose? Is it possible? These thirty-two Confucian scholars, I heard that along with the great sage Sima Yuntian, they wrote countless poems all over the world! How can Yan Chuan win?" Old Yan curiously asked.

"Yan Tao back then, who thought he would win the first prize?" Le Yi asked.

"Uh!" Lao Yan said no more immediately!

Three days later, in the evening.

On the Yongdian Square, a large number of Confucianists gathered, nearly ten thousand. There are a large number of non-Confucian onlookers around.

Wanru gathered and held a peak literary meeting.

Countless Confucian cultivators showed excitement, and at the same time, all Confucian cultivators looked at the deserted Dongfang Temple not far away, showing pity one by one.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Confucianists, this literary meeting would incidentally humiliate Yan Chuan. But just by the way, because a stinky kid is not worth talking about.

The gate of Yongdian was not opened.

But several Confucian scholars had respectfully carried a plaque and sent it to the direction of Dongfang Hall.

"Selling fame and fishing fame? That plaque with fame and fishing fame?" A Confucianist suddenly recognized.

"No, there is a word on the reverse, invitation?"

"this is?"

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All Confucian scholars immediately discussed. But the plaque was quickly sent to the Oriental Palace Square.

"What are you doing?" Dongfang Zheng said in a deep voice.

"This is the great Confucian Chen Ping, let me wait for the invitation sent to Young Master Yan Chuan!" said Confucian respectfully.

"Asshole, is this an invitation?" Dongfang Zhengpai said solemnly.

The few Confucianists gave a respectful bow, dropped the plaque and turned around and left!

"Stop!" Dongfang Decent called.

But a few Confucianists did not stop at all.

"Invitation to your sister!" Miao Miao said angrily.

"Fame for fame? This is a face slap!" Dongfang decent frowned.

"Let's go and meet Yan Chuan!" Dongfang decent turned around and said to Meow.

"Meow!"

Meow nodded immediately, and one person and one cat quickly walked towards the Oriental Hall.

Open the hall and step into it.

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