The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

Chapter 12 Three Free Plaques

With the arrival of Yi Feng, Yan Chuan felt great!

Yan Chuan and Yi Feng recounted the past outside the Oriental Hall, and suddenly a black line appeared on the face of the sixty scholars. This is naked neglect, I waited for the sixty Confucian scholars, did not catch your eyes?

Daru Chen Ping was about to stare to drink.

Daru Liu Zilu waved his hand, stopping Chen Ping's impulse.

Looking into the distance, Liu Zilu was slightly worried.

Waved again.

A big scholar nodded.

Another huge monument appeared, and another scroll was gently hung up.

Wanru looked at Yan Chuan in the distance with incomprehension, but more excitedly looked at the second scroll.

The scroll slowly opened, and a wave of heat hit his face.

The yellow light soared up into the sky, and a large amount of yellow mist suddenly rushed out of the scroll. In the yellow mist, another scene appeared.

Billowing in the desert! It's endless, the sun is extremely hot.

Although they are in Julu City, looking at this character, everyone has the feeling of entering the great desert.

This is not a painting, it is a character, a poem, and the word is used to write a desert landscape, which immediately aroused the admiration of many Confucianists.

The endless expanse of the desert is larger than the sea next to it. Although it is only two hundred feet in diameter, this desert sun seems to evaporate the sea water next to it.

"Boom!"

The aura of the desert once again pressed the opposing shadow, and the oppression of cold and heat made the peerless majesty shrink by about half.

Above the literary momentum, Yan Chuan's poem has been completely overwhelmed.

Liu Zilu smiled with satisfaction, and the great scholars were also extremely satisfied.

Look at Yan Chuan in the distance again.

In the distance, Yan Chuan and Yi Feng's recollection of the past is almost over.

"Yan Chuan, I have three more words here, can you comment on it?" Liu Zilu shouted with satisfaction.

When Liu Zilu drank it, everyone looked at Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan and Yifeng also slowly turned around.

Suddenly saw the holy scenery outside the Yongdian.

"Meow, Yan Chuan, your poem has been suppressed!" Meow suddenly cried.

"My poem? They don't deserve to use my poem!" Yan Chuan said lightly.

"Meow?" Meow looked at Yan Chuan curiously.

"Yan Chuan, this is a beautiful and wonderful article, what should I do? They have prepared five characters!" Dongfang Zhengpai worried.

""The Great Waves" and "Sand Lining the World"? Good words! Julu City really deserves its reputation. These two words are really powerful!" Yi Feng admired.

Yan Chuan smiled faintly.

"However, Wang's poems are also extremely domineering. These great scholars are obviously coming to trouble Wang. Can Wang have new poems?" A look of expectation flashed in Yi Feng's eyes.

On the side of the East, the decent sect suddenly exclaimed: "How easy is it, the pen shows the weather, the weather may not be arbitrary, you must use the beautiful and wonderful writing to control it. The beautiful and wonderful writing, it is a chance!"

"Meow, these bad guys!" Meow suddenly angry.

"Moreover, every beautiful and wonderful article, as long as it is born, must be famous in the world. Therefore, it is impossible to copy the previous wonderful articles, Yan Chuan, you are miserable now!" Dongfang Zhengpai worried.

"Hehe, I have a lot of these kinds of articles!" Yan Chuan said lightly.

"Ah? No!" Dongfang Zhengpai said in surprise.

"You are waiting here, Yi Feng follows me into the hall!" Yan Chuan smiled.

"Okay!" Although Dongfang Zhengpai didn't believe it, he nodded.

Holding the plaque of ‘Gu Fame and Fishing’, Bailong stood with Dongfang Zhengpai and watched Yan Chuan, Yifeng, and Miao Miao walk back to the Oriental Hall.

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