The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

"Kuang!" The door closed suddenly.

Opposite, Wang Long raised his brows: "Is this Yan Chuan scared? Is he going to run away?"

Chen Ping suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, I'm doing a tortoise again!"

"The teacher's ordinary calligraphy and painting are not comparable to that of the ru child!" Another big scholar said with disdain.

Liu Zilu shook his head and said, "No, Dongfang Zhengpai and the man are still standing outside holding the plaque. Yan Chuan entered the Oriental Hall, perhaps because of writing!"

"Writing? How much can he write at this time?" Chen Ping said with disdain.

"Be patient and wait a while!" Liu Zilu said lightly.

"Yeah!" A group of big scholars nodded.

Wan Ru was also curious at the moment. Many people thought that Yan Chuan was scared. However, the sixty Confucian scholars waited patiently, and the commotion among the Confucian scholars was immediately calmed down.

Inside the Oriental Palace!

"Meow! Another roll!" Meow cried excitedly.

In a blink of an eye, a hundred scrolls were placed on a chair nearby, and Yi Feng tied each scroll with a hint of excitement.

"Wang, this, am I dazzled?" Yi Feng said in surprise.

"I said, this is not my article! But it belongs to me!" Yan Chuan shook his head.

"Meow, you didn't write it, who wrote that?" Meow was puzzled.

Yan Chuan shook his head and did not explain. It was more troublesome to explain. He was an emperor in his previous life, and the number one scholar in the imperial examinations in the past will write a beautiful article.

Top pick! That is the leader of every session!

The country of Yanchuan in the previous life was much larger than that of Julu Academy. Talented people abound, and many beautiful articles were handed to Yanchuan's table during the imperial examination.

Yan Chuan only picked a hundred of them.

Can the champion be worse?

Moreover, this is a group of champions!

The poem written by Yan Chuan before was just a poem by Wu Zhuangyuan.

Haven't seen Sima Yuntian yet, are you trying your best to shoot?

"Wang, are you going to let the minister go?" Yi Fengxin said with a comprehension.

"Yes, next, I have more important things to do. You will dismiss these sour scholars on my behalf. As for chess, I am sure that no one of them can be stronger than you! Use strengths and avoid weaknesses to hold me back for a while, During this period of time, something may happen in the East Hall, don't worry about it!" Yan Chuan solemnly said.

"Yes, please don't worry, Wang. The minister also wants to meet these great scholars!" Yi Feng smiled slightly.

"Yeah!" Yan Chuan nodded.

Soon, under the attention of everyone, the door of the East Hall opened again.

"Marina!"

As soon as the door opened, the group of Confucian scholars in Yongdian in the distance immediately refreshed.

"Yan Chuan really dare to come out!" Chen Ping showed a trace of contempt.

Yan Chuan walked ahead, and Yi Feng came out holding a large stack of scrolls.

Looking at the one hundred scrolls that Yi Feng held out.

The faces of the great scholars in the distance twitched.

"Is this Yan Chuan crazy? I can't really write it, and I have written so much?" a big scholar exclaimed.

"Bah, can you write a beautiful and wonderful article this time? And, it's still a hundred volumes? Humph!" Chen Ping showed a trace of disdain.

Not only Chen Ping, but nearly Wan Ruxiu also showed incomprehension. What are you doing holding a stack of scrolls?

"Yan Chuan, who are you?" Dongfang Zhengpai asked in a puzzled way.

"Bailong, you help me protect Yifeng's safety, pay attention, Yifeng's safety comes first!" Yan Chuan looked at Bailong.

"Yes!" Bai Long said solemnly.

"Xie Wang!" Yi Feng nodded.

"Mr. Yifeng, what are you holding, I'll help you!" Bai Long stepped forward immediately.

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