Chapter 447

At the gate of the sect leader's bedroom, Yang Xiaoyi and others waited for quite a while. They didn't see Yang Feng coming out. They wondered, "what are the third brother and the poison King preparing inside? For such a long time?"

"I guess I'm going to get Tiandi tyrant's Dragon Robe. After all, it's going to be the grand ceremony for the sect leader to take over. This robe can't be less." Wang batian smiled and guessed everything.

Mo Shaoqiu's eyes coagulated and said excitedly: "Tiandi tyrant Dragon Robe? That's the peerless robe handed down by the leader of the holy fire sect over the ages? Oh, I thought I saw the leader of Ouyang appear in this robe once. It was very domineering. I felt like a communist of Wulin, which impressed me deeply. But I didn't expect that I would see you again a hundred years later. It's a great honor."

"Heaven and Earth Dragon Robe?"

Listening to what they said, the two respected Wulin elders talked about this robe with longing and reverence. Yang Xiaoyi couldn't help wondering, "what's special about this robe? Isn't it just a dress? Even if it's expensive, it shouldn't get into the eyes of the two elders?"

"No, no, no, it's not an ordinary robe, but a soldier."

"Soldiers?"

"Twelve top defensive soldiers can block more than 90% of the damage of any combat technology in the world!"

"What, 90%?"

Hiss!

Unable to stop taking a breath, Yang Xiaoyi was completely stunned.

If this robe can stop the opponent's attack, more than 90% of the damage is too rebellious. If the other 10% of the attack is even more powerful, as long as the cultivation is not much different, you can resist it with your own defense.

Isn't the man who wears this robe an invincible being who can never get hurt under the same cultivation?

Yang Xiaoyi was shocked by the twelve grade soldiers. Wang batian smiled and continued: "This robe was jointly made by the 27th generation of religious leaders of our religion when they were regarded as the national religion and the leader of the world by the ten empires. The fabric is all made of gold silk, and nine dragon souls are sealed inside to attack and defend the master. Every word and deed has its own domineering spirit, and no one dares to look straight at every penny."

"At that time, our religion was very powerful and beautiful. Unfortunately, many heroes in the Jianghu came together and our religion declined day by day. When the director of Ouyang cult came, only one or two empires were willing to worship our religion as a national religion, but they also wanted to get rid of it. In particular, the black soul tree created by the ghost king for no reason made our religion suffer from enemies on all sides and become a hit by everyone Since then, the evil cult has fallen apart and is no longer what it used to be. It's sad and lamentable, alas. "

Wang batian shook his head and sighed. Yang Xiaoyi nodded slightly and felt it.

The leader of the Yang family died early in those years. Although he did not attract so many strong enemies, he also experienced a lot of exclusion and white eyes.

Only those who have experienced it can feel the sadness of the family from prosperity to decline.

"Master, don't run so fast. Pay attention to your manners!"

Suddenly, a loud drink sounded.

When they raised their eyebrows, they all looked at the depths of the bedroom. Their eyes were full of expectation, and finally came out.

In particular, Mo Shaoqiu took a deep look at Yang Xiaoyi and said with a smile: "second master, you should take good care of him. Don't look at the master. He is usually impetuous. But people rely on clothes, horses rely on saddles, and wear this Dragon Robe. The master is absolutely majestic and dignified. I saw Ouyang sect leader wearing this robe to go to the Wulin conference. It's unforgettable all my life."

"Really!"

Hearing what he said, Yang Xiaoyi also smiled, his eyes glittering and looked forward to it more.

Although Wang batian on one side didn't deal with Yang Feng, he was still staring at the deep palace gate at the moment. He had to admit: "whenever a man in this Dragon Robe raised his hand and threw his foot, there was a dragon soul around him and looked at the world. It's estimated that this time is the most pleasing time for me to see this boy, hum!"

Since even master said so

His ears moved, and Yang Xiaoyi's fist was slightly tight. He couldn't help getting more excited.

Third brother, let the second brother see your Majesty in the world.

Shua!

However, just when the three people stared at the door with expectation, they suddenly saw a dark shadow passing by. Yang Feng ran out with his robe in his hands and laughed all the way. There was no half demeanor at all, only a strong smell of nouveau riche, coming face-to-face.

"Hahaha... This dress is so handsome. Second brother, do you think I'm cool now?"

"Master, manners, have you forgotten how I teach you? Don't lift your robe up to your waist. Walk slowly, step by step, shrink by half, ouch... Why have you forgotten it all now, ouch!"

The poison King chased after him and taught painstakingly.

Uh!

His face could not help but draw together. Seeing this scene, Yang Xiaoyi and them were helpless. They all bowed their heads and sighed. The third brother was still the same as before. There was no change. He was so willful and reckless.

Wang batian smiled coldly and disdained: "cut, wearing a Dragon Robe is not like the crown prince. I said that the old poison must have sent the wrong message. Where is this like the leader?"

At the same time, all the high-level believers in the holy fire hall of the holy fire church have assembled and are divided into two rows, waiting quietly to greet the holy driving of the religious Lord.

The corpse king stood solemnly beside the holy fire, waiting for the poison king to come back and hold the ceremony.

In the burning flame, more than 30 pairs of illusory eyes also stared at the gate, looking forward to the arrival of the new leader.

Step, step!

After a while, the poison King trotted all the way to the hall. Wang batian, Yang Xiaoyi and Mo Shaoqiu also came in. However, they stood on both sides with the congregation, while the poison King stepped onto the stage, stood next to the holy fire, stood side by side with the corpse king, and presided over the succession ceremony.

"Old poison, is everything going well with the leader? Don't smash it when the leader takes over the ceremony for the first time in a century. It's related to the prestige of the new leader in the future."

"Oh, God bless."

"What is God's blessing? Nothing will happen at that end?" the corpse King stared at him.

The poison king didn't speak, but pondered a little. He suddenly roared and officially began the succession ceremony: "the succession ceremony of the holy sect leader, from now on, please come forward to inherit the holy flame, the 38th leader of our sect, Yang Feng!"

Shua!

As soon as the voice fell, the surrounding believers immediately knelt down on one knee and stared at the door of the hall with expectation and respect.

Ho ho!

The sound of dragon chanting kept coming one after another.

Then, as a group of young girls in the 28's opened the road, Yang Feng, dressed in Tiandi Ba Dragon Robe, looked solemn and solemn, and walked in step by step. Although his every step is not very big, he is very calm. It seems that you can step on everything in the world.

That faint domineering spirit immediately made everyone present surrender at a glance.

Nine golden dragon souls surrounded him, as if embracing the Lord of heaven and earth.

So that any curfew can't get close between nine days and ten places.

At this moment, Yang Feng's whole body really showed the majesty of 95.

Yang Xiaoyi and Mo Shaoqiu looked up at them with great passion. Their master finally transformed into a generation of overlord.

Even though he had never looked up to Wang batian before, he was a little stunned at this time. In his heart, I had to admit that he was really a bit of a leader, not under Ouyang's demeanor at that time.

The poison king and the corpse King were even more excited and comforted.

The smelly boy is out of tune during rehearsal. He's always in trouble. But on formal occasions, it really gives us a face. It's not in vain. We've been training him hard this month, and finally showed the style of the leader. Ha ha.