Chapter 477

Thirty two great Confucians, holding a huge plaque at the moment, wrote "fishing for fame" and "fishing for fame". They were once again blinded by the four words above.

With the assurance of victory, we are ready to teach this child who dares to challenge the teacher and promote the image of 72 great Confucians at the same time.

It's going to be a success. It's going to be famous for Julu city. Even after tonight, it's going to be a wonderful story!

At the peak of the crowd.

Yan Chuan, a jerk, appeared. He suddenly collapsed. The higher he was pushed, the worse he fell! An abyss!

A peerless general, the knife stops all ghosts from crying, and Wen presses the light of Haoran!

As soon as the poem was written, the great Confucians understood that there was no more poem to speak of tonight.

There are no poems tonight!

Who can write poetry? If you can't climb it, it will only attract people's scorn!

Thirty two great Confucians, the heart is dripping blood, Yan Chuan's face this time, more serious than Chen Ping's last experience.

After all, it was not Chen Ping's field last time, but this time, it was the field of thirty-two Confucians, and it was also the field of careful preparation. In the field that he prepared, he was severely slapped?

Looking at the peerless general in the white fog, the thirty-two Confucians thought that it was not a knife, but a slap in the face.

Silence! It is also the tragedy of thirty-two Confucians!

Since then, in front of Yan Chuan, there is no day to look up.

"Poof!" "Poof!"

It is a few big Confucians who are oppressed by this huge, blood letting out of pressure!

Watching a group of people leave, after tonight, Julu City, the name of Yanchuan, will surely be brilliant again!

Chen Ping wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Yan Chuan with hatred. Then he looked at the huge stele written by Yan Chuan.

There is no thought of appreciation, only infinite disgust. Looking at the huge monument, Chen pinghen couldn't tear it into pieces.

He pinched his fist in his hand and his eyes were bloodshot. He was going to smash the monument.

"Pa!"

Wang long, on one side, quickly grasped Chen Ping's hand.

"Elder martial brother?" Chen Ping did not understand.

"If you break this monument, the teacher will be completely implicated by you!" Wang Long shook his head and sighed.

"Well?"

"If we lose, we will be defeated. We are just the last thirty-two disciples. If we fail, we should have a loser. We can't lose our moral integrity. If we fail, we will have our own senior brother who can get justice for us. If we fail, we will have teachers who are invincible. I underestimate Yan Chuan!" Wang Long sighed.

"It's none of our senior brother's business. Before, none of us thought Yan Chuan would be so powerful!" Other great Confucians came to Taoism.

"Go back Wang Long sighed with sullen breath.

Looking at the plaque of "fishing for fame" in his hand, a great scholar was angry and seemed to destroy it.

Wang Long took it and shook his head!

Holding the "fishing for fame and reputation.". Thirty two great Confucians stepped on the wind and flew away from the land of right and wrong in the eyes of ten thousand Confucians.

"Hooray! Yan Chuan, how awesome

"Yes, this summit cultural meeting is really wonderful

"Sima Yuntian, the great sage, has finally met his opponent!"

"Although Yan Chuan is strong, he may not be better than a great sage. Besides, these 32 great Confucians are only the weaker ones among the 72 great Confucians!"

"Anyway, I'm optimistic about Yan Chuan!"

"Impossible, Sima Yuntian is more powerful!"

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