Chapter 565

Sima Yuntian, however, looked at the youngest disciple with an eyebrow: "do you have the share to speak here?"

Chen Ping's face stiffened, and he immediately said, "I'm rude. Please forgive me!"

Let Yifeng play chess for him, let Wang spider play the piano for him, and let Wen Ruo paint for him. Only this scene is enough for Sima Yuntian to pay attention to Yan Chuan.

Arrogance, that must have the arrogant capital! Up to now, although we have not seen any works of Yan Chuan, the previous competition has set off Yan Chuan's ability.

Can make friends with the emperor, Yifeng, Wenruo, Wang spider, is not such a person in the dragon and Phoenix?

"How to win me?" Sima Yuntian looks at Yan Chuan curiously.

"Do you really think no one can surpass you?" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"I can't walk in the world for a long time, but I can't use the excellent works of chess players for a hundred years, but I can't even use them in my spare time." Sima Yuntian said in a deep voice.

"Those poems, of course, can't represent my level!" Yan Chuan smiles.

"Oh?"

"Empty words are useless. You can see the real chapter at the bottom of your hand." Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"Good!" Sima Yuntian nodded.

With a wave of his hand, two huge tables appeared on the platform, each of which was covered with a piece of rice paper.

"The book has been laid, please!" Sima Yuntian said in a deep voice.

"Please!" Yan Chuan nodded.

Sima Yuntian is not polite. Book, this is Sima Yuntian's proudest place. He will never be humble, nor will he at this moment! He picked up the brush and started writing in an instant.

"Boom!"

In Sima Yuntian's works, the noble and upright spirit is soaring to the sky, and the word has not yet appeared, and an extraordinary and refined atmosphere is born.

"Ode to pilgrimage to immortals!"

As soon as the title is written, Sima Yuntian's pen is in the shape of flowing water. The ink is splashed out, and the giant Fu appears suddenly!

Sima Yuntian is surrounded by Haoran Zhengqi, which is like a bright star set off by Sima Yuntian, which is dazzling.

"Bang!"

Around Sima Yuntian, Haoran's healthy qi suddenly scattered to the four sides, and the place where he wrote was like the source of the river and sea. Haoran's healthy qi quickly rushed out and rushed to the half square.

Why is it half? It is Sima Yuntian who, for the sake of fairness, deliberately controls his own half and does not interfere with the other half of Yan Chuan.

As a top literary giant, Sima Yuntian has his own pride. It is natural to disdain to use inferior means.

Yan Chuan looks at Sima Yuntian splashing ink and smiles. A sigh flashed in his eyes and whispered to himself, "it's a pity to be so gifted and immersed in these poetic trails."

From the arms, take out a jade box, take out their own brush, dream fairy!

Mengxian, who used to be with Mo Yuxi, saw the nightmare in his dream and integrated it into this brush.

Looking at the Xuan paper on the table, Yan Chuan didn't pay attention to it, but walked slowly towards the previous painting of Mr. Wenruo!

That picture of life and death.

Because of the natural calamity, the sad and cool atmosphere of the map is gradually offset.

Yan Chuan took a deep breath, holding Mengxian and ink, and suddenly raised the words on Mr. Wenruo's painting.

Not in the blank space, but directly covered the whole page.

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bitter and bitter, the way of heaven is collapsing, all spirits are destroyed, human life is in great calamity, and heaven is dead!

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