Chapter 487: Fighting Chess (1)

Chapter 14 Fighting Chess
A large number of Confucianists stepped forward to put up a book for Yifeng!
Yi Feng was not polite, letting a group of Confucian scholars divide the picture that Yan Chuan had just written.
"Boom!"
The mountains and rocks were being chopped constantly, one by one, stone tablets were erected, and the picture scroll slowly hung up.
"boom!"
In the direction of Confucian scholars, another beautiful and wonderful article appeared.
A vast snowy field. It is vast and spectacular. The cold air is coming out. Spotless, pure heart and lungs!
Before Chen Ping had had time to be happy, another scroll unfolded on the opposite side.
"Boom!"
Like the sound of galloping horses, the same chill is coming, the picture scrolls unfolding, the white mist is soaring, and it is also endless snow, but the wind on the side is a big avalanche.
The snow is rolling, and it is rolling, and it is magnificent, and it is much stronger than the opposite.
"it is good!"
"Spectacular!"
"The realm of avalanche is like a galloping horse!"
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A series of voices of praise, just from the perception, the avalanche momentum, overwhelmed the snowy field.
"Impossible, why is there another one? This must be the previous one." Chen Ping exclaimed.
"No, look at the avalanche and volcano, these two, the ink is still wet!" Wang Long showed a wry smile.
"The ink is still wet?" Suddenly many people were surprised.
"Really, this ink hasn't completely dried yet, it's really just written!" Confucianism suddenly exclaimed.
"Just now Yan Chuan entered the Oriental Palace, just for a while, right? Wrote two wonderful articles in succession?"
"Two articles? And there are still two very conflicting landscapes!"
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Nearly ten thousand Confucian cultivators, although the literary talent is not better than the great Confucian, but for many years in Julu City, this vision still has.
With only two volumes of picture books, Yan Chuan's fame is set to resound throughout Julu City tomorrow.
"Impossible, show it again!" Chen Ping shouted angrily.
On the side of the sixty Confucian scholars, another picture is unfolded.
A vast prairie.
At the place where the wind is blowing, the third picture is unfolded, and the fire is raging, burning endlessly.
"The third one? The ink is still wet, the third one?" Nearly ten thousand scholars were boiling.
Although the opposite is also a good article, it seems to be much worse than Yan Chuan's.
Every article by Yan Chuan is different? Is the style different?
Yi Feng stood aside and smiled slightly.
Nearly ten thousand Confucian scholars got up at this moment, one by one with anticipation and admiration, watching the volume of beautiful and wonderful texts being hung up high.
The fourth volume, the sea in the storm!
The fifth volume, ten thousand stars fall!
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When the tenth volume was unfolded, there was no noise around, and some were just quiet.
Nearly ten thousand Confucian scholars have no more words to praise.
Splendid text? Some people have never seen it in their entire lives, but at this moment, one by one, like Chinese cabbage, keeps popping up.
At this moment, everyone looked at the Oriental Hall in the distance, no longer contemptuous.
Yan Chuan? This Yan Chuan does have the ability to reopen the academy.
Look at this article, ten articles, ten different styles?
Chapter 11! Twelfth! …………
One by one.
The face of the sixty Confucian scholars became more and more ugly.
"How is this possible?" Chen Ping exclaimed.
"These hundred scrolls, won't they be beautiful and beautiful, right?" A big scholar said in horror.
"Impossible, someone else must have written it!" Chen Ping shook his head and refused to believe it.
"Splendid essays? No, as soon as the world's splendid essays are published, they will definitely spread throughout my four major academies. However, I have never seen these articles!" Wang Long shook his head.
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