Chapter 446

Uh!

The noodles couldn't stop pulling together. When the poison king and the corpse king heard him say this, they looked at each other, and immediately cried and laughed: "although sect leader Yang spoke directly, even it can be said that he didn't want to face, it's a true temperament, cool and fast enough. Then, sect leader, please come with me, and we'll take over the ceremony immediately."

With a slight bend, the poison King quickly led the way, and Yang Feng and Mo Shaoqiu followed closely.

The corpse king went down to arrange people to decorate the venue and prepare for the leader to take over the ceremony.

For a moment, the news that Yang Feng was about to officially take over as the leader quickly spread all over the whole church like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves.

After hearing this, all the members of the congregation trembled with excitement, and some even shed tears with excitement.

For more than a hundred years, the flame sect has been headless and fragmented. Now it is finally led by a Ming Lord, and their flame sect is about to rise again.

"Yang Jiao succeeded to the throne. Yang Jiao succeeded to the throne. Please go to the sacred fire hall to pay homage..."

A loud roar spread all over the general altar of the sacred fire sect.

When Yang Xiaoyi heard it on the way, he was suddenly stunned and said, "it's too sudden to succeed so soon. What happened, he hurried to succeed. He didn't have any preparation at all."

"It must have something to do with that song!"

Gently stroked his beard, and Wang batian's eyes were shining. He shouted, "go and find them. If you have anything, you'll know as soon as you ask."

"Good!"

When Yang Xiaoyi nodded, they immediately went to the leader's bedroom.

But as soon as they got there, they just met Yang Feng. They also followed the poison king back to the bedroom, and two groups of people and horses touched each other.

Without saying a word, Yang Xiaoyi immediately came forward and asked, "third brother, I heard that you are going to succeed the leader of the holy fire sect today. How can you be so urgent? You didn't make preparations in the early stage. What happened?"

"Hey, there's an emergency. I have to succeed today. Human life is at stake!"

With a slight sigh, Yang Feng immediately reached out to Mo Shaoqiu and introduced them: "second brother, this is Xiaoxiang night rain, Mo Shaoqiu and Mo Lao. I solicited it on the way and our offering. Mo Lao, this is my second brother, Yang Xiaoyi."

"Second master!"

As soon as he leaned over, Mo Shaoqiu bowed politely and said with a smile, "in order to save the second master, the master came all the way to Nanzhao. It's great that the second master can be safe now."

"Thank you for your concern. My younger brother can get Mo's favor and is willing to help wholeheartedly. It's really lucky for my Yang family."

Yang Xiaoyi was also very polite and deeply worshipped. When he made Mo Shaoqiu happy, he nodded secretly.

The second master Yang behaves well and has a great family style.

Good, promising!

"Mo Shaoqiu, did you take refuge in this little monster? Were you beaten? Ha ha......" suddenly, a chuckle sounded.

Mo Shaoqiu frowned and was angry at first. When he looked up, he was suddenly stunned and said, "you... Are you a knife Jue Tian, Wang batian?"

"Yes, it's me. I didn't expect you to recognize me for so many years!"

"How can you not recognize that you were the best of our generation. I'm afraid I didn't even have the qualification to show you in front of you? I didn't expect that things are right and people are wrong. Your Excellency would suffer such misfortune in those years. I've always deeply regretted it."

"The past is gone, let alone, alas!"

Shaking his head, Wang batian sighed and didn't want to say.

Mo Shaoqiu understood his mood and nodded slightly and shut his mouth.

Seeing this, Yang Feng turned his eyes and said anxiously, "if you want to talk about the past, two elders, talk about it outside. I'm in a hurry now, so I won't accompany you. See you later!"

"Old poison, what preparations do you have? Do it quickly!"

With that, Yang Feng hurriedly pushed the poison King's body to the leader's bedroom.

His face sank. Wang batian glared at his hurried back and angrily hummed, "little rabbit, you are so ill bred. If I hadn't been able to beat him, I really wanted to punch him!"

Poof!

Wu Zui chuckled. Mo Shaoqiu had no choice but to shake his head.

It seems that the master's strength has shocked the holy fire sect. Even the one Sabre Jue Tian, which was arrogant in those days, now dare to be angry but dare not speak, ha ha.

With a smile in his heart, Mo Shaoqiu began to catch up with Wang batian. Yang Xiaoyi stood beside them and chatted with them. He gradually understood what happened, and his face became more and more dignified.

Only the third brother can stop the ghost king from doing such a thing. No wonder the third brother is in such a hurry to inherit the position of the leader of the holy fire sect.

Third brother, I didn't expect to see you for more than half a year. You are already such a big man who plays an important role in the whole world. You are no longer the small aristocratic family owner and President of the chamber of Commerce of Huai'an mansion. You only care about the financial resources of the mansion.

Brother Wei is determined to be your right hand, help you achieve great cause and revitalize your family.

He clenched his fist tightly, and Yang Xiaoyi's eyes glittered with firmness.

His strength is not enough now. He needs to become stronger faster, otherwise he will not catch up with the pace of the third brother process

On the other hand, the poison King took Yang Feng to the last tightly sealed door of the leader's palace, stopped, looked at the seal that had not been moved for a hundred years, looked solemn and excited, and even his voice trembled.

"It's been sealed here for so many years. Today it's finally coming to light."

"What's sealed here? It's so important?"

Blinked his curious big eyes, Yang Feng asked.

The poison King's beard trembled slightly and said excitedly, "this is the last dignity and hope of my sacred fire sect in the past 100 years. Today it will bloom, ha."

As soon as the voice fell, the poison king raised his finger, played a formula and pointed to the gate.

Buzz!

An invisible wave flashed, and the seal on the door disappeared without a trace.

Then, listening to the sound of Kerala, the door that had not been touched for a long time opened slowly, carrying the dust of history.

Shua!

A golden light rushed straight into the sky, crossed Yang Feng's body and shot into the boundless sky in the distance. The nine golden dragons rose into the sky, wreaked havoc in the whole hall, and finally returned to the endless darkness behind the door, engraved on the black shirt.

Yang Feng's pupils could not stop shrinking. When he looked at it, he saw that at this moment, what appeared in front of him was a black robe as black as ink. The nine golden dragons above are lifelike, just like living, powerful and domineering.

Damn it, Lao Tzu Lao Tzu was very quick to cry. Yang Feng was staring at the black gown tightly. He could hardly help crying. "His grandmother, old fellow, finally found a dragon soul armor, which was more powerful than the old iron, and had more powerful and overbearing clothes to match the handsome face of Lao Zi."

"This is the Dragon Robe of Tiandi Ba, which was presented by the ten empires together when they respected the religion. It is a testimony to the glory of our religion. Only the leaders of previous dynasties can wear this robe to travel in the Jianghu. This robe is equivalent to the emperor's Dragon Robe of secular Empires in our religion."

His face was full of awe. The poison King deeply bowed to Yang Feng and said firmly, "master, your master must wear this robe to take over the ceremony!"