Chapter 449

"Mo Lao, second brother, let's go back to Beijing!"

When he came to the stage, Yang Feng directly pulled up Mo Shaoqiu and Yang Xiaoyi, who didn't know why, and ran out, leaving only the flame believers who looked at each other and looked dull.

What happened? How did the leader run away?

After a while, they reacted, and the poison king shouted: "hurry up, young master Yang has not been certified by the flame, so you can't wear the Dragon Robe. Young master, come back quickly. Let's have something to say. This robe is not for you, but for later!"

"Uh... Oh!"

Nodding their heads clearly, the people rushed out and shouted painstakingly: "young master, take off the robe of the leader of our sect first and wear it for you next time!"

So, in this way, Yang Feng ran in front of them, and a group of flame believers were chasing after them, but they didn't have any killing intention and anger. Instead, they looked bitter and forced. They just wanted to follow the rules of the church.

Yang Feng was chosen as the successor of the next leader by the holy ancestor, which is a firm fact. They also treat him as a little Lord. But since the flame didn't agree this time, the Dragon Robe can't be worn.

You are still the Prince now. Even if you are the emperor sooner or later, you can't wear the Dragon Robe before you pass the throne. This is the rule.

But Yang Feng doesn't care about so many rules. If he gets what he has with his ability, why should he return it?

So he ran desperately without looking back, and behind his ass was a swarm of flies buzzing.

"Master, what are you running for? Why don't you do it? They can't beat you again!" Mo Shaoqiu laughed as he ran along with Yang Feng.

After looking at the dark crowd behind, Yang Feng couldn't help but say in a hurry: "what to fight? Jianghu is a sophisticated society, not a fight. We robbed people's things and beat them for face? Besides, people have been nice to us these days. How can I hurt them casually? It's too immoral. I'm a person with ID card."

"Oh, I see. The owner is really kind-hearted, ha ha ha!"

With a laugh, Mo Shaoqiu nodded clearly.

On one side, Yang Xiaoyi was helpless, rolled his eyes, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Third brother, if you really talk about morality and justice, you won't rob others' robes and run away directly. How old are they? They are not children. They just grab what they like. Do we care about his robe?

Although this robe is a twelve grade war soldier, it's really rare, but you can't rob it, tut tut.

Compared with his brother, Yang Xiaoyi is a noble man and disdains such things as beating, smashing, looting and burning. However, at this time, looking at Yang Feng's black light and nine lifelike dragon robes, he still couldn't help running and unconsciously touching his hands with envy.

Twelve grade soldiers are so domineering. When can I wear them? Borrow it from him another day, hehe.

"Please return the holy robe, childe Yang!"

"Please return the holy robe, childe Yang!"

"Please young master Yang..."

……

Shua Shua!

The three of Yang Feng ran out of the hall, but saw dark shadows flashing out, which had surrounded them all. There were people in all directions, dense and crowded.

However, they did not dare to be rude to him and knelt down together. It's like a group of eunuchs trying to persuade the young Chu Jun not to play. It's neither beating nor scolding. They can only ask.

Yang Feng was blocked and couldn't run away. The poison King behind him also came after him. He also begged and hugged his fist and said, "don't be ridiculous, childe Yang. When you practice more etiquette and become proficient, let's go through another ceremony, and the flame will certainly agree. You are now the only successor of the sect leader. This robe will be yours sooner or later. Take it off first."

"I don't!"

His head shook like a rattle. Yang Feng hummed, "do you want me to practice the ceremony again? Do I have so much time? Now it's burning my eyebrows. The ghost king is dismantling the base in my hometown. If I don't hurry back, the game will be over."

"Mo Lao, second brother, hold on to me. I'm taking off!"

With that, Yang Feng spread his hands and hugged them. They didn't understand what was going on, so they heard him yell, whoosh, and flew high into the air and straight out of the barrier.

Uh!

When they blushed, everyone present was stunned and 10000 grass and mud horses ran past.

I'll go, sect leader Yang. Can he fly?

What is the degree of his cultivation and his ability to fly in the air?

Everyone in the audience was silly. Wang batian followed the crowd and looked at the scene. After a long time, he suddenly thought of something. He suddenly took out a jade plate from the storage ring, threw it at the three people in the air, and shouted: "apprentice, catch the transmission jade plate of our religion. When things are done, I will quickly return to Islam and see you as a teacher!"

"Yes, master, I understand!"

In the distance came Yang Xiaoyi's respectful reply, and then the three figures completely disappeared in the sky.

Wang batian nodded slightly, then looked at the still dull poison king and said with a smile: "everyone has gone. Go back. What are you doing standing foolishly? Do you want to deal with the ghost king with them?"

"The ghost King's betrayal of the sect has nothing to do with our sect for a long time. Moreover, our sect has been closed to the sect for a hundred years and has nothing to do with the whole Wulin. Now even if the black soul tree is resurrected again, it is the gratitude and resentment between the ghost king and the righteous people in the Wulin. It has nothing to do with our sect. What does our sect do to him, hum!"

His face sank slightly, and the poison King spewed a thick breath from his nostrils, which seemed to be a little angry. Then he waved his sleeve and scolded, "let's go. We'll talk about everything when young master Yang finishes his business and comes back."

With that, the poison King left silently.

Wang batian took a deep look at him, understood what he was thinking, didn't speak, and scattered with others.

Although the Protestant mainly deals with the ghost king, the poison king, and even the whole congregation of the holy fire sect, do not have this idea.

After all, apart from the ghost king, those famous and decent sects, the right way in Wulin and the top ten empires forced the whole holy religion to a desperate situation.

Those heroes who call themselves heroes really don't know what happened in those years. Is it the personal behavior of the ghost king or the intention of the holy fire sect?

It's just using a pretext to crack down on their holy religion.

Who made their holy church, even though it had declined, still a giant and a threat to them?

Therefore, under the guise of justice, they almost destroyed the holy fire religion, so that it has been closed for a hundred years.

Now, in the eyes of these saints, no matter the ghost king, the ten empires or the right way of Wulin, they are enemies. They can kill each other. If a dog bites a dog and a mouth of hair, they will all kill themselves. Our holy fire sect won't pay attention to them, hum!

Everyone sneered and looked forward to the disaster of the ghost King's black soul, which could cause a situation of both defeat and injury to the whole Wulin.

As for their next leader, although he is also involved in this matter, his strength is so high that he will be fine.

Yang Feng and Yang Xiaoyi rushed out of the boundary of the sacred flame sect and rushed to the capital. Mo Shaoqiu was held and flew over the nine days. They were stunned: "master, you can fly for nine days. No wonder you have such strong strength. What kind of cultivation is it?"

"Well... I don't know. It's much higher than you anyway!"

Yang Feng thought and couldn't tell why.

Mo Shaoqiu knew the strangeness of their master. Sometimes he didn't even know it, so he nodded clearly and said, "also, master, we're going back to the capital. You seem to be flying in the wrong direction!"

"Ah? Really?"

As soon as his body stagnated, Yang Feng smiled awkwardly and immediately turned his head and flew in the other direction.

"Sorry, the geography is not good since childhood. I never divide the East, West, North and south. Ha ha!"