Chapter 430

"Third brother, I think there's something strange about this. I think the elder poison King's face looks like he's really going to kill his apprentice."

"How could that be possible? We outsiders all took some scripts. What's the big deal with his apprentice taking one or two? He just gave me face and made a face. He released his apprentice in two days. You don't know that the old boy feels guilty about his precious apprentice and can't hurt his apprentice."

"No, third brother, I don't think it's that simple."

He shook his head anxiously. Yang Xiaoyi looked solemn and said again, "and have you noticed that the two elders' attitudes towards you have changed since we came out of the tower for the second time."

"Well, I also found it. I guess I broke through their eighth floor wall. They are more afraid of me. They are afraid of me getting angry."

"No, they don't look afraid, but like... Obedience. Just like what Mr. Zhuge and Ximen brothers did to you when they were in their hometown!"

"What did Zhuge thirteen and Ximen Zun do to me?"

When Yang Feng raised his eyebrows, he gave him a deep look. After thinking about it, it seemed that it was really interesting, but he soon shook his head in disapproval: "How could that be? Simon and Zhuge are our family ministers, and I have a relationship with them. But these two old men are the patrons of the sacred fire sect, and they are not our family ministers. How can they be like Zhuge and them? You must be wrong. Go to bed."

Back in the room, Yang Feng directly lay on the bed, lifted the quilt and slept with his head covered.

What else did Yang Xiaoyi want to say? Seeing that he didn't care much, he was helpless and went back to bed.

The next morning, when it was still dawn, Yang Xiaoyi got up early. Some of them couldn't bear their excitement and began to practice the war skill, heaven devil sword, they just got last night in the yard.

The poison king and the corpse king came here and bowed down to Yang Xiaoyi. They became much more obedient than before: "Yang Erxia is really diligent. He got up to practice so early."

"Well, this is my habit from childhood to childhood. It's not diligent. The two elders flattered me. By the way, why did you come so early? What's the matter?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just routine duties. Hehe!"

With a faint smile, the poison King waved his hand in disapproval. After pondering for a while, he asked, "eh... Yang Erxia, did he ever get up now?"

"Hey, my third brother, he never gets up until the sun is in the middle."

"Ah? So lazy?"

As soon as the skin was drawn, the poison king looked at each other, smiled bitterly, and then sighed helplessly. They went to the door of Yang Feng's room together and bowed down to read.

"According to the instructions of the holy ancestor, the religious leader of the holy fire sect should standardize the etiquette and self-cultivation. First, as the religious leader, he should set an example and play a pioneering role for all the believers. He should get up at the dawn every day and lead all the believers to read the teachings without forgetting his original intention..."

"Who, in the morning, I'm making noise. Don't bother. I won't let people sleep. I'm going to complain to the property. Shit!" however, before he finished, there was a loud explosion in the room, and the gas from getting up was quite serious.

The poison king and the corpse King trembled, shook their cheeks unconsciously, looked at each other, spit out a long mouthful of turbid Qi, and continued to harden their scalp: "second, as the leader of the sect, we should..."

"It's so noisy!"

Boom!

However, he had just started this sentence, but when he heard a loud noise, the whole door burst, and the strong air pressure came to them in front of them. Before they could react, they had been blown out by the ferocious momentum, flew to the universe and disappeared.

Yang Xiaoyi watched, his chin almost falling off, and then looked into the room. Yang Feng's hair was as messy as a bird's nest. With a depressed expression, he couldn't stop muttering, swallowing saliva and wiping the cold sweat on his head.

I'll go. It turns out that the third brother's getting up is so fierce. Fortunately, he hasn't been asked to get out of bed before, otherwise I'm afraid he will break up directly.

After blinking his hazy sleep, Yang Feng saw that the world was finally clean again, so he threw himself down on the bed again and went to sleep with his head covered.

Only the broken door hole revealed the traces of the poison king and their coming.

At the same time, in front of the ridge three miles away, the poison king and the corpse King climbed out of a large hole tens of meters in diameter and were almost crying.

"I'll go. The new leader's temper is too big. Those previous leaders who dared not respect the Lord's last words all took the initiative to recite them and would not forget them in their dreams. Now we take the initiative to urge him. He doesn't do it. Does he still want to be the leader?"

"Isn't that nonsense!"

But turning his eyes, the corpse King took a breath, stared at the old man and hummed: "he didn't know he had been elected the next leader, so he was just short of the last succession ceremony."

"Then let's tell him about his taking over as the leader, so that he can have a sense of responsibility and our work can be done!"

"No, since we didn't tell him the truth when the holy ancestor appeared, it must be the last test for him to let us help him. We can't go against the holy ancestor's intention. Since ancient times, when did the holy ancestor appear so actively in the past tens of thousands of years? It can be seen that this manifestation is of great significance, and we must do it properly. Before he takes over, cultivate him into a real person Only a positive saint can live up to the trust of his ancestors. "

"Well, yes, we are the only two holy Dharma kings who can be revealed and entrusted by the holy ancestor. This is a great honor. We can't disappoint the holy ancestor."

He nodded clearly. Although the bones of the poison King were almost scattered, his eyes were still full of pride and war spirit. He was very broad-minded and said immediately, "go, let's continue to cultivate the etiquette norms of the new leader."

"Ah? Now?"

The corners of his mouth trembled, and the corpse King couldn't help but shrunk his face and said, "I think we'd better go to cure an injury first, otherwise if he punches again, I'm afraid we'll really fall apart."

Uh!

After thinking about it, the poison King smiled bitterly and nodded again and again.

In this way, the poison king went to recuperate, but in a moment, it was time for the sun to rise. When the sun was drying his ass, Yang Feng rubbed his bleary eyes, yawned and finally got up.

But as soon as he got out of bed, Yang Xiaoyi hurried over and shouted, "third brother, no, elder poison king, he's going to burn the five poison boy!"

"Ah? Burn that little fart child? Why? What's the trouble with that bear child? Even his master can't bear it this time and wants to kill her?"

"Hey, she's not in trouble. It's not yesterday that you said she stole the secret script. Today, the poison king is really going to burn her."

"No, it's such a small matter. I thought their teachers and disciples were just acting yesterday. Why is the old man so inhuman?"

"Oh, stop talking, come with me, or you'll be late and people will burn to cinders!" Yang Xiaoyi was loyal. Even though the five poison boy tortured him before, he now ignored the past grievances and took Yang Feng to save people.

When he arrived at the scaffold, the raging fire was already burning. The five poison boy was tied to a wooden stake and looked at the flame with fear on his face. He was almost crying: "master, you really want to kill me."

"The rules are so that I have to follow them as a teacher!"

The face was full of unbearable, but the poison king was still very firm and said, "kill!"

As soon as the words fell, the people immediately threw the five poison boy into the fire. You know, this is not an ordinary flame, but it is connected from the underground to the holy tomb, which is connected with the prefecture level flame and holy fire of their holy fire sect.

Even if it is not as powerful as the real flame, it is also a semi prefecture level existence.

Even if the five poisons boy's strength is at its peak, he can't stop it. What's more, he has been sealed for cultivation and has no defense. He can really be burned into slag in an instant.

Looking at all this, the little fart child immediately cried, but at this time, her whole face was about to rush into the flame.

With a swish, a figure flashed past, immediately hugged her petite body and hugged her tightly in her arms.

At the next moment, the wind was cold, and the whole flame was frozen. Everything around turned into ice sculptures. There was a gurgling cold current, which made everyone around shive