Chapter 475

Wang Long was not only a great scholar, but also a group of Confucians who praised him.

Writing down the wind and rain, poetry into tears of ghosts and gods, this is sensationalism?

Suddenly, one by one glared at the direction of the voice.

But the door of the east hall was opened in the distance.

After a series of gorgeous characters came out, the Confucians almost forgot about the targeted Yan Chuan. At this time, everyone saw that Yan Chuan stepped out of the Oriental palace.

"Why don't you shrink your head?" Chen Ping was slightly surprised.

Jump out at this time? Let originally a crowd of surprised people show puzzled color.

Yan Chuan stepped out, followed by Qinglong.

"Meow, Yan Chuan, those people are so hateful, they all scold you!" Meow, meow, came.

"The wind and rain are startled by the writing, and the poems are crying ghosts and gods. Yan Chuan, this is hard stubble. How can you come out at this time?" The Eastern orthodox school did not understand.

"Is Wen GUI also a ghost?" Yan Chuan showed a faint disdain.

"Ah?" The Eastern orthodox school did not understand.

"They've kicked the door. Let's go. Let's go." Yan Chuan said lightly.

"In the past? Now? " The Eastern Orthodox surprised.

You know, the other party's thirty-two great Confucians are already popular. Now, are you going to disgrace yourself?

Yan Chuan stepped out with meow on his shoulder, followed by Qinglong, holding a huge plaque in his hand.

"Well?"

"Yan Chuan?"

"How dare he come?"

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All the practitioners in the four directions were surprised, and nearly ten thousand scholars were puzzled. There was a trace of pity in their eyes.

Although Chen Ping's eyes were mocking, for some reason, he suddenly felt a little uneasy. Upset?

The two floating islands are not far apart. In a flash, Yan Chuan is near.

"Yan Chuan?" Wang Long frowned.

"What are you doing here?" A great scholar frowned.

"Qinglong, show him the invitation. Who sent it?" Yan Chuan said lightly.

"Yes

Qinglong takes out the invitation card. As soon as the invitation card comes out, all the people recognize the words above. Wang Long's words.

Scholars stare at Yan Chuan. Although Yan Chuan came late, it still became the focus here. Who let Chen Ping's poems aim at Yan Chuan at the beginning?

"Boo Hoo Hoo Hoo!"

In the distance, the literary ghosts were still crying and praising Wang Long's poem.

"The wind and rain are startled when the pen falls, and the poem becomes a cry of ghosts and gods?" Yan Chuan showed a faint disdain.

"I don't know what to tell you?" Wang long maintained the image of Taoism among the Confucians.

"Yes, if you have the ability, you can write it too!" Chen Ping called.

Yan Chuan takes a look at Chen Ping. Wave a little.

Qinglong immediately took out a brush.

Nearly ten thousand literary ghosts wailed and eulogized Wang Long's poems. Yan Chuan raised his pen and fell on a huge stone tablet directly opposite.

Nearly ten thousand scholars and nearly one hundred thousand onlookers were all surprised.

"Yan Chuan is really looking for death!"

"Yes, he dares to fight against Wang Long's great scholar?"

"Even if you don't have the right spirit of Haoran, what are you fighting for?"

"Beyond my ability!"

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There were jeers and scorn from all around.

But Wang long at the moment, but suddenly have a bad premonition, look still, but the eyes are extremely fierce.

"Meow, meow!" Meow meow opened his teeth and clawed at a group of people who denounced Yan Chuan.

Qinglong is a little worried. The Eastern Orthodox School has no face or skin. It doesn't matter.

I saw Yan Chuan write.

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after a lifetime of thinking about breaking through the road of the world of mortals, Lu Xuan, the sword is hidden and lost. Wan Zhan claimed that he didn't mention the blade. He was born to despise the heroes.

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