Chapter 448

"The boy changed a lot in January. The two Dharma kings spent a lot of effort!"

"Yes, the grumpy bastard has become calm and domineering now. At least we can take out the face of the Holy Church!"

"I think this boy has passed the test for the time being, don't you think?"

"Uh huh..."

……

In a burning space, a group of illusory figures stared at the huge flame directly ahead. Yang Feng's calm eyes discussed with each other.

Finally, everyone looked at the figure sitting lazily on the throne burning hot flames behind them, bowed down and said, "holy ancestor, what do you mean?"

"There's nothing in it!"

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the man couldn't help sighing: "this is not what we want to see!"

When the body shook, they looked at each other and were confused.

The holy ancestor doesn't want to see this. What's that? Isn't it according to the meaning of the holy ancestor who trained him on etiquette for a month and finally achieved results?

Without speaking, the holy ancestor just looked listlessly at the ceremony in front of the leader to take over the great ceremony, and there was no half happy light in his eyes.

At the same time, the succession ceremony was still going on. Yang Feng walked forward with dignity. The people around him were full of admiration and expectation, but suddenly.

ahchoo!

When he sneezed, he couldn't stop spraying out. Yang Feng's body reeled and his nose was bubbling. The nine dragon souls around him immediately shouted to the ground. They all retracted into the tyrant's robe and didn't come out.

It seems that Yang Feng sneezes on such a grand occasion. They don't want to lose face with him.

"Eh, where's my dragon? Come out and shrink back. What do you mean?"

Because of this accident, Yang Feng suddenly lost his just calm and grace, instantly returned to the prototype, turned back and forth, and lost his temperament.

Uh!

The poison king and the corpse king looked at each other with a wry smile and shook their heads.

Alas, they should have thought that it was too early to be satisfied with him. He was handsome for only three seconds.

Yang Xiaoyi and his family were also helpless, stroking their foreheads, sighing and shaking their heads.

The third brother is the third brother. You can't judge it by common sense. There will always be such an accident and restore your nature in an instant.

The rest of the congregation also looked at me one by one, I looked at yours, and then smiled awkwardly.

The new leader is really funny. He is approachable and has no airs at all, but his majesty is... Tut tut!

Many people have covered their mouths and laughed secretly. Some are even more bustling, and the whole venue began to be noisy.

The poison King stared and roared, "be quiet. What are you laughing at? Be serious. How can the sect leader take over the ceremony?"

"Yes, I'm taking over as the leader. Can you give me a face? Don't laugh. If you want to laugh, you can wait until the ceremony is over. At least smile behind my back and don't let me hear it. It's also your respect for my new leader!"

Poof!

Yang Feng wanted to follow him to maintain order in the field, but when he said this, he couldn't help laughing at the people below.

Seeing this, the poison king immediately stamped his feet: "Oh, my leader, don't talk at this time. Even if you want to talk, you should be serious and have a little momentum. Don't let the people below underestimate you."

"Hey, it's all my own people. What momentum do you want? I'm usually so amiable with my family. Although I'm the Lord, I never put on airs. That's my advantage, hehe."

Poof!

As soon as he said this, the people below couldn't help laughing more happily.

The poison King's face sank and the whole black line fell.

When Yang Feng saw it, he couldn't help laughing, shrugging his shoulders, covering his mouth and muttering, "OK, I won't say, OK, what step should we take next?"

"The holy fire inheritance, open the door of the holy tomb!"

His face was gloomy. The poison king saw that he had reached such a point. The ceremony was in chaos and there was no room for recovery. He immediately broke the jar and broke it. He hardened his head and went on, roaring: "the sect leader came forward to worship the holy ancestor and inherit the Holy fire."

WOW!

As soon as the voice fell, the poison king and the corpse king immediately stood on both sides and knelt down together.

The rest of the crowd also immediately restrained their smiles, solemnly looked into their eyes and shouted in unison: "the burning flame burns my residual body; life is no joy, death is no pain..."

With the chanting of the teachings of the congregation, Yang Feng walked seriously to the high platform with his eyes frozen, came to the holy fire, hugged his hands and bowed down.

Hoo!

However, his body had not bent down 90 degrees, but when he heard a dull noise, the flaming flame in front of him ran down directly, disappeared and flamed out.

Seeing this, all the people present were stunned and looked at all this in disbelief.

How could it... The flame rejected sect leader Yang?

It shouldn't be. Leader Yang is the heir appointed by the holy ancestor. How could the holy flame refuse? Is it because sect leader Yang lost his honor at the succession ceremony that the flame was dissatisfied with?

Looking at each other, the poison king and the corpse King were both surprised and suspicious. There were bursts of news from the people below, and they began to doubt the identity of Yang Feng's successor.

Yang Feng didn't know why, so he came to the pedestal of the sacred fire and knocked: "eh? How did the fire go out? Didn't you add fuel in time? The fire burned out? Who has a lighter? Get some firewood and burn it again!"

Quiet, dead quiet.

At this time, everyone's expression was very serious, and no one showed half a smile because of his joke.

Because in the hearts of all the people of the holy fire religion, the holy fire is serious and solemn and can not be blasphemed.

So Yang Feng's joke didn't resonate with everyone.

Looking deeply at the people below, Yang Feng also felt the heavy atmosphere. He couldn't help looking at the poison king and muttering, "old poison, what should I do?"

"Teach... Er, no, childe Yang!"

After taking a deep breath, the poison king immediately changed his name, came forward, stretched out his hand to untie his robe, and can said with a smile: "it seems that it's not time for young master Yang to take over the position of leader. Let's take it slow and don't worry. We'll take over after we have trained the etiquette for a year and a half. At that time, the holy flame will certainly agree with young master Yang's identity as leader, ha ha!"

"What? Another year and a half of training? Do I have that time?"

Yang Feng screamed, then took a deep look at the two dishonest thin palms of the poison king and shouted, "Hey, what are you doing? Why do you untie my clothes?"

"Young master Yang, since you failed in the certification of the holy flame, you can't wear this tyrant robe. We'll wear it again when you certify next time. Good boy!"

"What, can't wear?"

With a sudden swing of his arm, he distanced himself from the old poison. Yang Feng looked sideways and said: "Lao Tzu Lao Tzu Lao Tzu has been more than a year old. He has never been able to untie the clothes of others. No one has ever untied Lao Zi's clothes. Besides my wife, he has worn clothes on Lao Tzu and wants to let Laozi take off. Hum, no way! Old iron, their dragon soul armor, I haven't returned yet. I want to let Lao Tzu return to your old man's favorite dragon coat. Go to your bar!"

With that, Yang Feng ran down the platform and ran away. He hung the old poison and the corpse king on the stage, stunned.

Er... Is this a robbery? It's too rogue