Sima Yuntian frowned and looked at the youngest disciple: "Is there any place for you to speak here?"
Chen Ping's face became stiff, and he suddenly said in panic: "The disciple is rude, please forgive me!"
Let Yifeng fight for him, Wang Su to play the piano, and Wenruo to paint for him. Just this scene is enough for Sima Yuntian to pay attention to Yan Chuan. wWW. QuANbEn-XiAoShUo. Com
Arrogance, then there must be arrogant capital! Up to now, although I haven't seen any of Yan Chuan's works, the previous battles have brought out Yan Chuan's ability.
Can you make friends with the emperor, Yi Feng, Wen Ruo, and Wang Spider, isn't such a person still a dragon and a phoenix among people
"How to win against me?" Sima Yuntian looked at Yan Chuan curiously.
"Do you really think that no one can surpass you?" Yan Chuan smiled.
"Qinqi, calligraphy and calligraphy, is one of the "books". I have traveled the world over the years and have never encountered an adversary. The scrolls used by my group of bad guys that day were all my early leisure work, and they could no longer represent me, but you , Those hundred poems are indeed exquisite, but they seem to be insufficient after all!" Sima Yuntian said solemnly.
"Those poems, naturally, can't represent my level!" Yan Chuan smiled slightly.
"Oh?"
"It's useless to talk in empty words, see the truth!" Yan Chuan smiled.
"Good!" Sima Yuntian nodded.
With a wave of the probe's hand, two huge tables suddenly appeared on the platform, with a piece of rice paper spread on each.
"The volume book has been laid out, please!" Sima Yuntian said solemnly.
"Please!" Yan Chuan nodded.
Sima Yuntian is also welcome, Shu, this is where Sima Yuntian is most proud. He has never been humbly, nor will he be at this moment! Lifting the brush, he started to write down instantly.
"Boom!"
In Sima Yuntian's writings, the awe-inspiring spirit was so strong that the words had not yet appeared, and an extraordinary atmosphere was born immediately.
"Wanxian pilgrimage gift!"
As soon as the title is written, Sima Yuntian's pen is shaped like flowing water, the pen and ink are splashed out, and the huge fu appears suddenly!
The awe-inspiring righteousness enveloped Sima Yuntian, as if the shining star that set off Sima Yuntian was extremely dazzling.
"Boom!"
Around Sima Yuntian, Haoran's righteousness immediately dispersed in all directions, and the place where the brush fell was the same as the source of the river and the sea, Booming Haoran's righteousness quickly rushed out and rushed to half of the square.
Why is it half? For the sake of fairness, Sima Yuntian deliberately controlled his half and did not interfere with Yan Chuan on the other half.
As a top writer, Sima Yuntian has his own arrogance. Naturally, the following methods disdain to use.
Yan Chuan smiled as he watched Sima Yuntian splashing ink. A sigh flashed in his eyes, and he whispered to himself: "It's a pity to be so talented and immersed in these poetry trails!"
From his arms, take out a jade box, take out his own writing brush, Mengxian!
Mengxian, and Mo Yuxi in the past saw the nightmare in their dreams, refining the nightmare into this brush.
Looking at the rice paper on the table, Yan Chuan did not pay attention to it, but slowly walked towards the previous painting by Mr. Wen Ruo!
That pair of creatures painted charcoal map. (·)
Because of the heavenly catastrophe, the great sadness and coolness of the creature's painted charcoal figure was slowly offset.
Yan Chuan took a deep breath, lifted the Mengxian, dipped in ink, and suddenly mentioned words on Mr. Wen Ruo's painting.
Not in the blank space, but directly covered the entire page—
Too bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitterness, the heavens collapse, all souls are destroyed, the common people are great catastrophes, the heavens die...! —
As soon as the first nine words of bitterness came out, all the spirits in the picture suddenly cried louder.
Yan Chuan started writing, and there was a sudden golden light all around, as if awe-inspiring righteousness erupted, but it was actually surrounded by luck.
Surrounded by billowing luck, in a blink of an eye, I wrapped Yan Chuan and the picture scroll, and suddenly I couldn't see the interior scene. I only knew that Yan Chuan was writing another beautiful and wonderful article within the scope of the air transportation package, and it was still a peaceful text. Mr. Ruo's painting is a poem that suits the occasion.
"You actually write poems on Wen Ruo's paintings? What is Gongzi Yan doing?" Wang Su frowned.
"My king's poems, this is the first time I have seen you!" Yi Feng exclaimed.
"What? See you for the first time? Wasn't it from the last peak literary meeting?" Mo Yuxi curiously asked.
"That was written by my king, but the king said, it was not created by him!" Yi Feng took a deep breath.
"It wasn't created by Yan Chuan, it was written by someone else. He just wrote it silently? But there have never been more than a hundred beautiful essays in the world? Who wrote it?" Mo Yuxi was puzzled.
"I don't know!" Yi Feng shook his head.
"Bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitterness?" Mr. Wen Ruo suddenly let out a bitter smile.
"What happened to Mr. Wenruo?"
"Master Yan is a great talent! It's better to be here!" Mr. Wen Ruo smiled bitterly.
"Oh?"
"The suffering of the sky, the suffering of the earth, the suffering of the sun and the moon, the suffering of the common people, the suffering of all races, the suffering of the heavens, the suffering of human nature, the suffering of the world, and the suffering of people. As soon as the nine'suffers' came out, I realized that the painting still lacks the real soul, and Young Master Yan is writing a masterpiece!" Mr. Wen Ruo said in surprise.
"A masterpiece?" Wang Spider said solemnly.
Mr. Wen Ruo didn't want to explain, only a trace of bitterness appeared on his face.
Mo Yuxi frowned to look at Mr. Wen Ruo, and narrowed his eyes: "Mr. Wen Ruo, how do I feel, you don't want Yan Chuan to win?"
Not only Mo Yuxi, but Yi Feng also looked at Mr. Wen Ruo suspiciously.
Looking at Doutai, Mr. Wen Ruo smiled bitterly: “Don’t worry, saint, I’ve done my best for my painting just now. Although I don’t want Yan Chuansheng in my heart, I have no slack!”
"Oh? Why?" Mo Yu asked in confusion.
Mr. Wen Ruo shook his head: "Don't ask the saint. Although Young Master Yan is good, Sima Yuntian is also good!"
Mr. Wen Ruo refused to say, everyone could only sigh slightly.
Everyone looked at the top of the fighting platform.
Sima Yuntian ignored the envelopment of luck around Yan Chuan, but concentrated on writing his "Wanxian Pilgrimage Fu"!
Wanxian Pilgrimage Fu!
At this moment, around Sima Yuntian, there seemed to be ghosts and phantoms condensing awe-inspiring righteousness. (·)
One by one, the celestial spirits were misty, and countless celestial grasses suddenly appeared on the ground around them. As soon as the celestial grass came out, it covered the entire Tianshou Square in a blink of an eye.
Someone touched it and found that the fairy grass was just a virtual image, but the virtual image was already very powerful. In a blink of an eye, the surrounding Tianshou Square disappeared and turned into a huge fairyland.
Countless cultivators stood in the fairyland, the clouds and mist were misty, and the immortals flying around, like dreams and illusions, as if everyone appeared in another world.
The words had not been written yet, everyone felt the soaring literary spirit, and everyone looked at Sima Yuntian with anticipation in their eyes.
Wanxian looked around, as if he could see countless cultivators. Nodded at the repairmen in the square, showing a kind smile.
"Laughed at me, the fairy smiled at me!"
"Chuang Ling? The false characters appearing in the words also have spirituality?"
"It's amazing, this beautiful piece of writing is beyond the scope of my knowledge!"
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Countless voices of worship came from all around.
At the Julu Academy, a group of great scholars and great sages can only smile at each other at this moment. This style of writing is too strong.
After Wan Xian greeted the Quartet Cultivator, they confronted the Hundred Saints Righteous Altar together.
Because of the illusion, everyone seemed to be in a fairyland, and all the original scenes seemed to disappear. From afar, one can see the statues of a hundred saints surrounding the goddess Zhichen.
The statue of the saint has been pouring out with great righteousness. At this moment, Sima Yuntian's story is gradually coming to an end, and Wanxian is also facing the Hundred Saints.
"call!"
Sima Yuntian took a burst of excitement and flicked his pen to make the final stroke. With one stroke, even the brush was thrown out.
"Bye!" Sima Yuntian shouted.
"Worship the saint!"
Wanxian respectfully bowed down to Baisheng almost at the same time.
"Boom!"
This worship seems to drive the endless cultivators all around to bow down religiously.
Worship the saint!
Wanxian Pilgrimage Fu! One fu is written down, and ten thousand immortals worship together.
"Boom!"
The Hundred Saints Righteous Altar, the statues of the Hundred Saints, trembled almost at the same time.
"Moved? The statue of Hundred Saints actually moved? Wen moved Hundred Saints? Sima Daxian's article alarmed Hundred Saints!" Someone suddenly screamed.
"Boom!"
Hundred Saints trembled, suddenly bursting out immeasurable white light.
The endless awe-inspiring righteousness suddenly gushes out and rushes straight into the sky.
Tianshou Square was shining brightly because of Wanxian's pilgrimage gift, but at midnight, the sky was still black.
Haoran's righteousness rushed to the sky, and went straight to the top of the nine heavens in a sudden.
Suddenly, the white light was so dazzling, the statue of Hundred Saints suddenly exploded with righteousness, which had soared hundreds of times and tens of thousands of times in the past.
In an instant, the entire Julu City, the entire huge Julu City, was as bright as daylight.
In Julu City, countless cultivators were immediately alarmed, and they all went out in surprise. Not only was Julu City bright, even the whole world was bright. In the middle of the night, it seemed as if it had dawned for an instant.
Countless cultivators came quickly towards the Tianshou Square in surprise.
Wendong Baisheng! Awesome world! Wanxian pilgrimage!
"Wow!"
In the Tiangong Square, countless repairs were horrified and inexplicable.
Including all the great scholars and great sages of Julu Academy.
The great sages who were indignant at Sima Yuntian were amazed at this moment.
"Sima Yuntian, the article is invincible!" Le Yi exclaimed.
"Boom!"
The Hundred Saints statue was trembling, as if it was also inexplicable because of this article.
Mencius smiled bitterly and said, "Sima Yuntian? The Sima family has reached its peak in his generation. With such an article, who can overwhelm the world?"
"Long live the teacher!"
"Long live the teacher!"
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Seventy-two great scholars exclaimed in excitement.
Sima Yuntian exhaled for a long time, revealing a trace of satisfaction. At the same time, with a wave of triumphant excitement, he looked in the direction of Yan Chuan.
Hundred sages move, I make the statues of'dead things' crazy about my words, what about you Yan Chuan
"The world is sad!" Yan Chuan suddenly sighed in the midst of his luck.
"Boom!"
Luck suddenly dissipated.
Yan Chuan's poems are also suddenly exposed.
An aura of great compassion suddenly welled up.
The breath of great compassion and great sadness, like a huge storm, instantly swept the entire Wanxian pilgrimage meeting.
Although Wanxian did not disappear, there were also countless demons around.
Mr. Wen Ruo's painting seems to have appeared around everyone.
"Help!"
"God, save my son!"
"Mother! Save me!"
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The world collapsed, and the realm of great suffering appeared around everyone in an instant. The original heart of a pious pilgrimage was suddenly spared by the sorrow and disaster in front of him. For a time, countless cultivators showed a sense of sorrow and grief.
Religious and sad, the two emotions suddenly collided.
Yan Chuan's poems appeared.
Too bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitterness!
Nine consecutive sufferings aroused many people's hearts.
The sages of Julu Academy suddenly looked at Yan Chuan's poems together, and suddenly showed horror one by one.
Disasters occurred all around, fighting against the power of Ten Thousand Immortals.
"This is an article comparable to Wanxian's Pilgrimage Poems. It's all shocking articles. I can't judge it anymore!" Le Yi smiled bitterly.
"Yeah, these two articles have surpassed my knowledge and cannot be judged or judged!"
"Whose one is better?"
"I can't tell who is better!" Mencius smiled bitterly.
Too bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter bitterness!
Nine sufferings appeared in a row, and Sima Yuntian's expression sank, and he knew how powerful Yan Chuan was. A breath of great sadness and desolation rushed to his face, and Mr. Wen Ruo's paintings seemed to be in reality.
The suffering of the sky, the suffering of the earth, the suffering of the sun and the moon, the suffering of the common people, the suffering of all races, the suffering of heaven, the suffering of human nature, the suffering of the world, and the suffering of people!
As soon as the Nine Sufferings come out, the disaster in the original painting is vividly expressed, great compassion, great suffering, great disaster, and great disaster for the common people!
When everyone was reading Yan Chuan's masterpiece, no one noticed the statue of the goddess Zhichen behind everyone.
The statue of the goddess Zhichen that was twice as tall as the Hundred Saints, two drops of tears suddenly appeared in the eyes of compassion.
The statue of a compassionate goddess, two drops of tears, slowly condensed, and gradually fell.
The goddess statue is crying!
It seems to have seen the disasters in the world, the brokenness of the world, the collapse of the world, and the goddess statue wept with compassion, and wept for the people of the world.
Zhi Chen shed tears. The Hundred Saints who were trembling and trembling suddenly stopped trembling for a while.
The goddess wept in sorrow, and the Hundred Saints remained silent.
The awe-inspiring righteousness soaring to the sky was immediately retracted, and the heaven and the earth, bright as day, suddenly rose again in darkness.
Julu City also instantly recovered from the night.
Haoran's righteousness all retracted into the statue of Hundred Saints, as if the statue of Hundred Saints couldn't play the righteousness of Haoran at all.
Hundred Saints were ashamed of the crying of the goddess Zhichen. Are all repenting for the cry of Goddess Zhichen!
Baisheng suddenly retracted all the awe-inspiring righteousness, and immediately caused everyone to turn around.
"Cry, goddess Zhichen is crying!" I don't know who, the first one exclaimed.
"The goddess Zhichen cried when she saw the creatures become charcoal!"
"How can the statue cry? How can it cry?"
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Almost everyone was stunned by the cry of the goddess Zhichen. Sima Yuntian also turned his head and saw the two tears falling from the sky.
Those two tears dripped down, as if they were telling something, as if they were pitying something, these two tears pushed Yan Chuan's nine sufferings to the peak. These are two tears of sorrow!
In front of the two tears of the goddess Zhichen, Wanxian's pilgrimage seemed so ridiculous, so ridiculous that Bai Sheng was ashamed to put away all the awe-inspiring righteousness at this moment! 【