It actually made them feel panic?
"Damn it, check it out right now! What the hell happened!"
All the major immortal sects issued orders and quickly began to act.
Tingchao Yaju.
The previous vision finally disappeared.
The paper floating in the air slowly fell onto the table.
There was dead silence at the scene.
A moment later, a shocking noise suddenly rang out.
"Oh my god! This is an eternal classic! An eternal classic!"
The sermon was read out by heaven and earth, visions appeared one after another, golden light shone brightly, and every word was a gem.
These are all scenes where eternal classics are born!
Everyone looked at Chen Yu with horror and immense admiration.
At the door, the onlookers were extremely excited, and some scholars even had tears in their eyes.
"Lord Wenxuan, how magnificent!"
“Today I am able to witness the birth of a timeless classic. My life is worthwhile!”
"Who else in the world besides Lord Wenxuan possesses such a heroic spirit?"
Chen Chen looked at the surrounding scene and felt an indescribable sense of pride in his heart.
Although I tried my best to wipe away my tears, why couldn't I wipe away these damn tears?
The ministers who were so proud just now were dumbfounded at this moment.
Ge Bai and the other three looked at each other, and their hearts were filled with shock.
A classic for all ages!
Sir, is there really such a rare genius?!
Nangong Wuxiang's face was extremely gloomy, and the corners of his eyes were twitching wildly.
This guy actually wrote a classic that will last forever?
And, so fast?!
What kind of monster is this guy?!
"Nangong Wuxiang, what do you think?" Chen Yu looked at Nangong Wuxiang with interest.
Taking a deep breath, Nangong Wuxiang clapped his hands with a forced smile.
"Master Sizhu is indeed amazing. However, this is only the first song. Please continue."
"If you can write two more timeless classics, I will not only give you this Tingchao Yaju."
"I am also willing to kneel before the Master and bark three times like a dog wagging its tail for mercy."
"It's just that I'm afraid that Master Si is not worthy of watching my performance."
Nangong Wuxiang lowered his head and snapped his fingers, with some intention of teasing Chen Yu.
It’s just one song. He hasn’t lost yet, and it’s impossible for him to lose!
"Oh? Are you sure? You don't want to be a good person, but you want to be a dog?"
Chen Yu smiled, and his smile was very playful.
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