Chapter 570
"What a great Sima Yuntian!" Meng Lingtian frowned and sighed.
"What a fart, didn't Yan Chuan beat Yan Chuan? Goddess cried, Goddess actually cried because of it!" Dongfang Zhengpai exclaimed excitedly.
Meng Lingtian did not blame Dongfang Zhengpai for being rude. At this moment, Meng Lingtian was also horrified by these two top articles.
"It's been a long time, a long time, I haven't seen an article of this level for a long time, the literary movement hundred sages, the tears of sorrow and Goddess? It's amazing!" Meng Lingtian sighed.
"Yes, that's amazing!" There are three dísciple nodded behind him.
"Unfortunately, these two people are not from my Julu Academy!" Meng Lingtian said with a bitter smile.
Meng Rongrong looked at Yan Chuan in the picture. After Yan Chuan finished writing the article, she had been looking at Zhichen Goddess. His eyes were full of compassion. With that expression, Meng Rongrong's heart was very confused. Biting her lip, Meng Rongrong's expression eased slightly.
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Tianshou Square, above the fighting platform.
As tens of thousands of repairers were amazed, Yan Chuan looked at Zhichen Goddess, faintly sighed.
In turn, Yan Chuan looked towards Sima Yuntian.
Although the seventy second disciple looks sad, Sima Yuntian smiles freely. It seemed that he didn't care about losing the qualifications of Fengshen Ce.
"The taste of defeat, hahahaha, it's been a long time since I realized it!" Sima Yuntian said freely.
"I, Yan Chuan, live by the Eastern Sea. Mr. Sima has free time in the future and can come to my place at any time, Oriental City of Worry-Free, and know my news at any time!" Yan Chuan seriously said.
Sima Yuntian looked at Yan Chuan, nodded and said: "Mr. Yan, I will remember you, this battle, I am convinced that I lose, but I will look for you, after my writing style gets better , I will definitely come to you!"
"The door of Yan's house is wide open, please wait anytime!" Yan Chuan held his hands to Sima Yuntian.
Sima Yuntian slightly smiled and also made a hug!
"hahahahaha!"
With a flick of sleeve, Sima Yuntian steps on the platform.
"teacher!"
"teacher, we lost!"
"teacher! What should I do?"
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The seventy second disciple came forward one after another, each with grief on their faces and defeated. My teacher has not been defeated for so many years, but today he is defeated? The persistence in the heart collapsed, and everyone showed sadness.
"hahahahaha, it's nothing, you lose once, and you will win again next time, let's go!" Sima Yuntian said freely.
"Yes!" All dísciples were nodded.
Following behind Sima Yuntian, everyone slowly left Tianshou Square.
In this battle, Yan Chuan became the biggest winner.
Tens of thousands of repairers watched Sima Yuntian, no one stayed and no one stopped, just watched Sima Yuntian slowly leave.
The sun rises from the east, and Sima Yuntian takes the dísciple to face the sun and walks away.
A great sage, seventy second disciple, with a heyday of writing, walks towards the morning sun, leaving a long back.
"hong long long!"
The sky, the Fengshen Strategy slowly became smaller, gradually turning into a one-foot scroll, slowly falling towards Yan Chuan's palm. On the Fengshen Ce, a golden dragon of Qi Luck surrounds, and gradually flies into the Fengshen Ce.
"ang!"
Golden Dragon roars cheerfully. Yan Chuan's strategy of enshrining the gods is different from previous generations. There is also the 1/4/2021 luck from the Julu Academy.
Mo Yuxi, Yi Feng and the others all showed excited smiles.
Wang Spider frowned in thought.
Mr. Wenruo, however, showed a hint of bitterness.
Fengshence is getting closer and closer to Yan Chuan, and it is about to be caught.