Chapter 566

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as soon as the first nine bitter words appeared, all the spirits in the painting suddenly cried even louder.

Yan Chuan's pen was written, and there was a sudden burst of golden light around him, just like the eruption of Haoran Zhengqi, but it was actually surrounded by Qi.

When Mr. Yan Jinchuan's poems and poems are not included in his works, he can only see the inside of his works.

"How could you write poems on Wen ruo's paintings? What is this, Mr. Yan? " Wang spider frowned.

"It's my first time to see my king's poems!" Yi Feng sighed.

"What? See you for the first time? That's the last time I was at the pinnacle, wasn't it? " The ink feather is wonderful.

"It was written by my king, but the king said that it was not created by him!" Yifeng deep suction airway.

"It wasn't created by Yan Chuan, it was written by someone else. He just wrote it silently? Can that more than a hundred beautiful essays, the world has never appeared? Who wrote it? " Mo Yu is puzzled.

"I don't know!" Yi Feng shakes his head.

"Bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter?" Mr. Wen Ruo burst into a bitter smile.

"What's wrong with Mr. Wenruo?"

"Master Yan is a great talent! I'm not as good as I am! " Wen Ruo said with a bitter smile.

"Oh?"

"The heaven is bitter, the earth is bitter, the sun and the moon are bitter, the common people are suffering, all the people are suffering, the way of heaven is bitter, human nature is bitter, the world is bitter, and people's hearts are bitter. Originally, I felt that the painting was perfect, because I had already created a spirit successfully. But when Mr. Yan's nine" bitterness "appeared, I knew that the painting still lacked the true soul, and Mr. Yan was writing a masterpiece!" Mr. Wen Ruo said in surprise.

"A masterpiece?" Wang spider said in a deep voice.

Mr. Wenruo didn't want to explain, just a little bitter on his face.

Mo Yu Xi frowned and looked at Mr. Wen Ruo. His eyes narrowed slightly and said, "Mr. Wen Ruo, how do I feel that you don't want Yan Chuan to win?"

Not only Mo Yu Xi, Yi Feng also looks at Mr. Wen Ruo suspiciously.

Looking at the platform, Mr. Wen Ruo said with a wry smile, "don't worry, my painting just now has done my best. Although I don't want Yan Chuansheng in my heart, I don't have a trace of slack!"

"Oh? Why? " Mo Yu Xi doubts way.

Mr. Wen Ruo shook his head: "don't ask the saint. Although master Yan is powerful, Sima Yuntian is also powerful!"

If Mr. Wen Ruo refused to say so, they could only sigh.

The crowd looked up at the platform.

Sima Yuntian didn't pay attention to the atmosphere around Yan Chuan. Instead, he wrote his own Ode to pilgrimage to immortals!

Ten thousand immortals pilgrimage Fu!

At the moment, Sima Yuntian seems to have appeared one by one virtual shadow, one by one immortal illusion of noble and righteous spirit.

One by one immortal air is ethereal, around the earth, suddenly out of countless fairy grass, Xiancao out, twinkling of an eye covering the entire Tianxuan square.

Someone went to touch it and found that the fairy grass was only a virtual image, but the virtual image was very powerful. In a flash, the Tianxuan square around disappeared and turned into a huge fairyland.

Countless practitioners stood in the fairyland with misty clouds and fairy spirits flying around. It was as if everyone appeared in another world.

Before the word was written, everyone felt the air of his writing. Everyone looked at Sima Yuntian and his eyes were full of expectation.

Ten thousand immortals looked around as if they could see countless practitioners. He nodded to the monk in the square and showed a kind smile.

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