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"Sell for fame!" someone said.
Get fame and fame? The meaning of the four words is more dazzling than the aura of righteousness! How many pairs of eyes have been blinded!
There was no sound in the crusade against the Alliance.
However, Chen Ping's face was flushed, looking at these four words, he was going to be dizzy with anger.
Lao Yan and others who were in charge of registration had a strange brilliance in their eyes.
"Daru Chen Ping, this is given to you by someone, here!" Lao Yan handed the huge sign to Chen Ping.
Chen Ping was embarrassed and took the sign in a daze.
Holding the sign, I wish I could break it immediately.
"Yan Chuan!" Chen Ping's eyes were slightly congested.
For fame and reputation, is this Yan Chuan fighting Sima Yuntian
The onlookers were in an uproar!
Today's crusade was a great humiliation. Chen Ping squeezed out the crowd with a wave of humiliation and quickly flew away from this sad place.
"Tsk tusk, can't see it, knowing people, knowing the face and not knowing the heart!"
"I heard that the seventy-two great Confucian disciples of the great sage Sima Yuntian, all of them are very righteous, and all of them have superb wisdom. Now it seems that it is not the case!"
"Yan Chuan really didn't do anything to Meng Rongrong?"
"Tian Lei? Could it be that this place is close to the Hundred Saints Righteous Qi Altar? Induction Heaven and Earth? It must be, you must not swear indiscriminately here in the future!"
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The two sides of the fight have left, leaving behind a group of babbled cultivators. Today's matter must have spread to the whole city at the fastest speed.
Watching a large number of repairers leave, in the Fengshen Temple, Lao Yan showed a strange smile and said: "It won't be boring now, haha!"
Yan Chuan, Dongfang Zhengpai, Qinglong, and Miao Miao, when they leave the square, they fly into the sky.
"Yan Chuan, what happened to the sky thunder before? Don't tell me, it's the scourge, I don't believe it!" Dongfang Zhengpai said eagerly.
Qinglong also looked at Yan Chuan curiously.
"It's God's Scourge!" Yan Chuan smiled.
"Meow?" Meow was also curious.
"Impossible, that guy is not qualified to let God condemn him!" Dongfang Zhengpai shook his head. (·)
With a slight smile, Yan Chuan admitted: "A little trick!"
The small method is naturally the first level of the Taoist Sutra of Swallowing Heaven, the blue sky thundercloud in the Shenting Acupuncture Point! Can control the Second Heavenly Tribulation!
"Small means? This is a magical skill of'pretend'! How did you do it?" Dongfang Zhengpai said excitedly.
Yan Chuan shook his head and did not say anything.
During the flight, Dongfang Zhengpai asked several times, but Yan Chuan did not say anything, and Dongfang Zhengpai had no choice but to give up. No longer entangled in this matter.
"Qinglong, in the city, help me collect all kinds of classics, especially the classics in history, the more the better! The next time, I will be reading in the Oriental Hall!" Yan Chuan solemnly said.
"Reading? What book do you want to read, I have all the books in the East Hall!" Dongfang Decent said.
"Oh?"
"Books within fifty thousand years are archived in my Oriental Hall, with 8 million copies! Except for the master, I have the most books!" Dongfang Zhengpai said suddenly.
"Oh? That couldn't be better!" Yan Chuan nodded in satisfaction.
"But, you just defeated Chen Ping in the battle, don't you want to increase your influence by chasing after the victory? What book do you read?" Dongfang Zhengpai asked in a puzzled way.
"I'm looking for some information!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.
"Uh?"
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Fengshen Temple, Yan Chuan signed up and fought Chen Ping. The news quickly swept across Julu City like a violent wind.
Some people say that Yan Chuan is overpowered, while others say that Chen Ping is responsible for himself.
The most interesting thing is the brand of'Fame for Fame'. Let countless practitioners talk about it.
A hall on Julu Mountain.
Meng Rongrong listened to Changqing and other Confucianists' report.
"Really?" Meng Rongrong said solemnly.
"Every sentence is true!" A group of Confucianists nodded.
"You go down first!" Meng Rongrong took a deep breath.
"Yes!" Everyone retreated.
In the hall, only Meng Rongrong was left.
As soon as everyone left, Meng Rongrong patted the table with a palm. [~] The eyes are full of anger.
"Bastard Yan Chuan, I am so unattractive to Meng Rongrong? I actually said that I didn't have any blasphemous heart for me? After seeing me, I still said such things, bastard, bastard, bastard...!"
Meng Rongrong was ashamed and angry.
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The main hall of Julu Academy, inside Julu Hall.
Meng Rongrong's father, Meng Ziqiu, pinched his white beard at the moment, listening to the old Yan report from Fengshen Temple.
There was also a man who didn't need to be white.
"Master, teacher, that's it!" Lao Yan said respectfully.
"Le Yi, what do you think?" Mencius said with a smile.
Le Yi, the front of the left courtyard of Julu Academy!
"Thunder came very strange that day!" Le Yi frowned.
"Hahahaha, let's not talk about it, the key is just right!" Mencius said with a smile.
"Yes, I think it was Yan Chuan deliberately!" Le Yi nodded.
"Yan Chuan? Yan Tao? This father and son make me think of a person!" Mencius thought for a while.
"Oh?" Le Yi asked curiously.
"My Julu Academy has been established for 50,000 years, and records major events in the world every year. Yan, this surname is very rare. I searched through the classics and found another strong man surnamed Yan!" Mencius said with a straight face.
"Oh?"
Mencius handed out a pamphlet.
Lao Yan wanted to watch, but Menciu waved his hand and said, "Go down!"
"Yes!" Lao Yan sighed and left.
Le Yi looked at the brochure.
"The Immortal Holy Land, Sword Demon's best friend, Yan Zizai?" Le Yi frowned.
"Yan Zizai didn't incarnate a blood demon back then, but I remember the place where Yan Zizai disappeared, people from Julu Academy went to investigate, thousands of miles of blood, this is recorded, thousands of miles of blood, blood demon? They are linked together!" Mencius Qiu said solemnly.
"Then let them make trouble!" Le Yi smiled.
"Yeah, make trouble!" Mencius nodded.
"Master, Sima Yuntian is going to compete for the title of God this time, will it be too much to reopen the new academy?" Le Yi frowned.
Mencius smiled bitterly: "How can I not see it? Let's not talk about it, let's go and drink!"
"Yeah!" Le Yi nodded.
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Tiger clan residence!
Bai Ditian turned the crystal wine glass in his hand, tasting the wine, listening to Zuo Wuzhou's report.
"Wang, I saw it with my own eyes at the time! I was among those cultivators!" Zuo Wuzhou solemnly said.
"Tian Lei accompanied?" Bai Ditian narrowed his eyes.
"Wang, could it be because of the Hundred Saints Righteous Altar? The Hundred Saints' induction made the sky thunder descended?" Zuo Wuzhou asked curiously.
"No, it should be Yan Chuan!" Bai Ditian narrowed his eyes.
"Yan Chuan?" Zuo Wuzhou asked in surprise.
"Continue to inquire!" Bai Ditian solemnly said.
"Yes!"
"Zuo Qianqiu!" Bai Ditian said lightly.
"exist!"
"You go to the hometown of Yanchuan, collect all the information about Yanchuan for me, go and come back quickly, this person is too evil!" Bai Ditian said solemnly.
"Yes!"
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Julu City.
Chen Ping was the one who suffered the most when talking about Fengshen Temple in the whole city.
In the old days, when I returned to Julu City, the image of the 72 Great Confucianists even overpowered the countless great Confucian groups in Julu City.
But today, the humiliated body is incomplete. The glorious image is completely ruined.
Sitting in a large hall, looking at the sign in front of him that reads "Fame for Fame", his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. Several times, the brand must be broken to vent the hatred.
"Whirring whirring!"
A lot of footsteps came outside the hall.
Immediately, thirty-one white Confucian scholars walked in.
"Junior Brother, what's going on?" The Confucianists shouted as soon as they entered the hall.
"Brothers, you have to call the shots for me, today...!" Chen Ping was bitter and bitter.
When they talked about the daytime affairs, a group of Confucianists were very angry.
"It's unreasonable, Xiao Xiao, who dare to compete with the master for the award of the gods?"
"Hmph, he is not only humiliating Junior Brother, but also humiliating all of our Senior Brothers, and discrediting Master!"
"The arrogant villain!"
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A group of fellow apprentices scolded one after another.
But there are also some great scholars who look at the plaque written by Yan Chuan.
"Fame for fame? Haoran is righteous!" a big scholar said solemnly.
"Brother, Yan Chuan seems to have some ability!" said another great scholar.
"Brother, this hatred must be reported back, otherwise, our image will really be ruined! How can Master open up academy in the future?" Chen Ping worried.
"Yes, you can't just forget it!" The great Confucian scholars nodded one after another.
"Brother Wang Long, you are the 41st disciple of Master, and the senior brother of all of us. We are headed by you. What do you think?" Everyone looked at a gray-haired old man with great Confucianism.
Wang Long thought for a while, and finally nodded and said, "Yes, this matter can't be forgotten. We must suppress Yan Chuan's arrogance again!"
"Brother, I have an idea!" a big scholar suddenly said.
"Oh?"
"Before I came here, I checked Yan Chuan's information, and really found some for me. This Yan Chuan, according to his father Yan Tao's information, should be very young. Although he writes good characters, how about it? Can you pass us? Let's hold a literary meeting, inviting thousands of Confucianists in Julu City to participate, and to literary friends, and then invite Yan Chuan to participate!" The great Confucian thought for a while.
"Yes, yes, Yan Chuan can only point to crooked ways at most. Above the literary society, everything is described as heroes. Once everyone's poems and essays are published, Yan Chuan will have no place to show himself!" said another NPC Confucian.
"Wenhui? Okay, just Wenhui!" Wang Long nodded.
"Also, bring a pen!" Wang Long said solemnly.
Chen Ping quickly handed out a brush.
Reversed the plaque of'Fame and Diaoyu', Wang Long solemnly wrote on it.
"Invitation!"
With the two characters written, Haoran's righteousness immediately flooded the hall.
"At that time, give this plaque to Yan Chuan and let him use it as an invitation to participate in our literary meeting!" Wang Long wiped his beard and sneered.
"Brother wise, in this way, if Yan Chuan refuses to come, it means that he has admitted that he has made a good reputation. If he is willing to come, wait until I wait for the scholars and let him return with a plaque!" Chen Ping said excitedly. (To be continued)