Chapter 565: Yan Chuan VS Sima Yuntian (1)

Chapter 41 Yan Chuan VS Sima Yuntian
Sima Yuntian raised his brows 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 fear: "The disciple is rude, please forgive me!"
Let Yi Feng fight for him, Wang Su to play the piano, and Wen Ruo to paint for him. This scene alone is enough for Sima Yuntian to pay attention to Yan Chuan.
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 a dragon and a phoenix among the 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 The scrolls used by my group of bad guys that day were all my early leisure work, and they could no longer represent me, but you , Those hundred poems are indeed exquisite, but they seem to be insufficient after all!"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, cannot 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, each covered with a piece of rice paper.
"The 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 at this moment! Lifting the brush, he started to write down instantly.
"Boom!"
In Sima Yuntian's writings, the awe-inspiring spirit was so upright that the words had not yet appeared, and an extraordinary breath 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 the half where he was, 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, and refined the nightmare into this brush.
Looking at the rice paper on the table, Yan Chuan did not pay attention, 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 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 bitterness, the heavens collapse, all spirits are destroyed, the common people's life is great, the heavens die...
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