Sima Yuntian looked at the youngest disciple with a brow raised his eyebrows: "Is there any part of your conversation here?"

Chen Ping's face froze and he said in panic: "Disciple is rude, please forgive me!"

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

Arrogant, you need to have the capital to be arrogant! Even though you have not seen any works by Yan Chuan until now, the previous battles have highlighted Yan Chuan's ability.

Can you make friends with Huang, Yi Feng, Wen Ruo, and Wang Zhu. Isn’t such a person still a dragon or a phoenix among people?

"How to beat me?" Sima Yuntian looked at Yan Chuan curiously.

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

"Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are just one of the 'books'. I have traveled all over the years and have never encountered a single enemy. That day, the books used by my group of bad disciples were all my leisure works in my early years and could no longer represent me. It was you, and those hundreds of poems are indeed exquisite, but they alone seem to be not enough!" Sima Yuntian said in a deep voice.

"Those poems naturally cannot represent my level!" Yan Chuan smiled slightly.

"oh?"

"It's useless to speak vernacularly, let's see the truth!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"Okay!" Sima Yuntian nodded.

With a wave of his hand, two huge tables suddenly appeared on the fighting platform, with a piece of rice paper on them.

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

"Please!" Yan Chuan nodded.

Sima Yuntian is not polite either. Books are the most proud thing about Sima Yuntian. He has never been humble, nor can he do it at this moment! He picked up the brush and started writing in an instant.

"Boom!"

In Sima Yuntian's writing, the righteous spirit is soaring to the sky. Before the words appear, an extraordinary aura is immediately born.

"Pilgrimage to the Ten Thousand Immortals!"

As soon as the title is written, Sima Yuntian’s pen is shaped like flowing water, with ink splashing out, and a huge fu suddenly appears!

The righteous spirit enveloped Sima Yuntian, as if the bright star set off Sima Yuntian, extremely dazzling.

"Bang!"

Sima Yuntian was surrounded by the sky, and Haoran's righteous energy suddenly scattered in all directions. Where the pen fell, it was like the source of the river and sea. The rolling Haoran's righteous energy rushed out quickly and rushed to half of the square.

Why is it half of the side? Sima Yuntian deliberately controlled half of his side for fairness and did not interfere with Yan Chuan.

As a top literary master, Sima Yuntian has his own arrogance. He naturally disdains to use decent methods.

Yan Chuan looked at Sima Yuntian's ink and smiled slightly. A hint of sigh flashed in his eyes and said in a low voice: "It's a pity to be immersed in these poetic and essay paths!"

Take out a jade box from your arms, take out your own brush, Dream Fairy!

Mengxian, in the past, I saw nightmare in my dreams and refined nightmare into this brush.

Looking at the rice paper on the table, Yan Chuan ignored it, but slowly walked towards Mr. Wen Ruo's previous painting!

That picture of the creatures being devastated.

Because of the heavenly tribulation, the great aura of sadness in the life of the desolate picture was slowly offset.

Yan Chuan took a deep breath, held Mengxian, dipped ink, and suddenly picked up the words on Mr. Wen Ruo's painting.

It was not in the blank space, but was directly covered with the whole article-

Suffering and tragic, the way of heaven collapses, all spirits are destroyed, the great catastrophe of the people, the death of the heavens……………………………!—

As soon as the nine bitter words were spoken out, all the spirits in the scroll cried even louder.

When Yan Chuan wrote, golden light suddenly shone around him, like a powerful spirit erupting, but it was actually surrounded by luck.

With the rolling luck, Yan Chuan and the painting scroll was wrapped around, and the scenery inside was no longer visible. He only knew that Yan Chuan was constantly writing another beautiful article within the scope of the luck, and it was also a poem that suited the scene with Mr. Wen Ruo's paintings.

"I actually wrote a poem on Wen Ruo's painting? What is Mr. Yan doing?" Wang Zhu frowned.

"It is the first time I have seen my king's poems!" Yifeng sighed.

"What? The first time I met? Isn't that the last peak literary meeting?" Mo Yuxi said curiously.

"That was written by my king, but the king said that it was not created by him!" Yi Feng took a deep breath and said.

"It was not created by Yan Chuan, it was written by someone else. He just wrote it dictatedly? But those more than a hundred beautiful and wonderful articles have never appeared in the world? Who wrote it?" Mo Yuxi said inexplicably.

"I don't know!" Yifeng shook his head.

"Terrible and hard?" Mr. Wen Ruo suddenly smiled bitterly.

"What's wrong with Mr. Wenruo?"

"Young Master Yan is a talented person! You are not as good as you are!" Mr. Wen Ruo smiled bitterly.

"oh?"

"The heaven is bitter, the earth is bitter, the sun and the moon are bitter, the people are bitter, all races are bitter, the heavens are bitter, human nature is bitter, the world is bitter, and people's hearts are bitter, I originally thought that painting was perfect, because I have successfully created a spirit, but when the nine "pain" of Mr. Yan came out, I realized that the painting still lacked a real soul. Mr. Yan is writing a masterpiece of the world!" Mr. Wen Ruo said in surprise.

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

Mr. Wen Ruo didn't want to explain, but there was a hint of bitterness on his face.

Mo Yuxi frowned and looked at Mr. Wenruo, narrowed her eyes and said, "Mr. Wenruo, why do I feel that you don't want Yan Chuan to win?"

Not only Mo Yuxi, Yifeng also looked at Mr. Wen Ruo in confusion.

Looking at the fighting platform, Mr. Wen Ruo smiled bitterly and said, "Don't worry, Saint, I have definitely tried my best to paint my painting just now. Although I don't want Yan Chuan to win in my heart, I have not slackened at all!"

"Oh? Why?" Mo Yuxi said in confusion.

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

Mr. Wen Ruo refused to say it, and everyone could only sigh slightly.

Everyone looked at the fighting platform.

Sima Yuntian ignored the luck surrounding Yan Chuan, but focused on writing his "Pilgrimage to Ten Thousand Immortals"!

The pilgrimage to the Ten Thousand Immortals!

At this moment, around Sima Yuntian, there seemed to be phantoms appearing, and phantoms of immortals condensed with great righteousness.

One by one, the immortals were floating in the air, and countless immortal grass suddenly appeared on the ground around them. As soon as the immortal grass came out, it covered the entire Tianshu Square in a blink of an eye.

Someone went to touch 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 Tianshu Square disappeared and turned into a huge fairyland.

Countless cultivators stood in the fairyland, with clouds and mist floating, and immortals flying around them, like dreams and illusions, as if everyone had appeared in another world.

Before the words were written, everyone felt the literary spirit of the sky. Everyone looked at Sima Yuntian, their eyes full of expectations.

Wanxian looked around, as if he could see countless cultivators. He nodded to the cultivators in the square and showed a kind smile.

"I smiled at me, and the immortal smiled at me!"

"The false characters in the word "Chuangling" also have spirituality?"

"It's so amazing. This beautiful and wonderful article has gone beyond what I know!"

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Countless voices of worship came from all around.

Julu Academy, a group of great scholars and sages, could only look at each other and smile bitterly at this moment. This writing style is too strong.

After Wanxian greeted the cultivators from all directions, they faced the Altar of the Hundred Saints.

Because of the illusion, everyone seemed to be in a fairyland, and all the original scenes seemed to have disappeared. From a distance, you can see the statues of the hundred saints surrounding Goddess Zhichen.

The statue of the saint has been pouring out with righteousness. At this moment, Sima Yuntian's article is gradually coming to an end, and thousands of immortals are also facing the hundred saints.

"call!"

Sima Yuntian, with an excited arrogance, raised the pen and waved the last stroke. With one stroke, even the brush was thrown out.

"Bay!" Sima Yuntian shouted.

"Worship the saint!"

Wanxian bowed respectfully to Baisheng almost at the same time.

"Boom!"

This worship seemed to drive the endless practitioners around him to bow devoutly together.

Worship the saints!

The pilgrimage to the Ten Thousand Immortals! Write down one tribute, and the Ten Thousand Immortals worship each other.

"Boom!"

The altar of the Hundred Saints and the statues of the Hundred Saints began to tremble almost at the same time.

"Did you move? The statue of Baisheng actually moves? The article of Baisheng? Sima Daxian's article alarmed Baisheng!" Someone suddenly screamed.
To be continued...