Chapter 465

He stared at Yang Feng on the other side and heard the voices of his subordinates. The ghost king suddenly smiled and smiled very evil. He shook his head and said, "no, you're not, you're fake, old poison. They can't hold you as the leader."

"Why not? Don't you see the holy robe of the leader here?"

"What if you wear the holy robe of the sect leader? You've only been to the holy fire sect for a month, but you're just an outsider. You don't even know the doctrine and can't memorize it. What's the qualification to be the sect leader? I still know the backbone of those two old guys. Even if you threaten and seduce them, they can't support you as the sect leader. You must have robbed your clothes."

"Hey, how do you know I robbed this dress?"

As soon as he raised his eyebrows, Yang Feng said angrily, "this is what they gave me to wear when they asked me to attend the Lord's coronation."

"Fart, I don't know your criminal record? I've already inquired about it."

"What do you know? Do I have any criminal record?"

"You like to rob other people's clothes. You are known as the clothes stripping crazy devil. When you were in southern Xinjiang, you stripped the clothes of the two generals of Dugu army and Yelv army, as well as their sons. When you came to the capital, you stripped the armor of the leader of the Imperial Army in the palace. Later, you stripped even the iron armor and the dragon soul armor of the five old guys. It is said that you have a hobby of collecting clothes in the whole palace. What clothes Take all your clothes, don't you? "

"Er, this..."

Seeing that the ghost king had exposed his background, Yang Feng couldn't help feeling his nose awkwardly. Cancan smiled and said, "I didn't see that their clothes were very chic, so I borrowed them to watch. Why did I get the nickname of a clothes raking crazy devil. Misunderstanding, proper misunderstanding, Hei hei."

Shua!

As soon as the voice fell, the nine golden dragons around Yang Feng returned to the tyrant robe. It seemed that the fact that the master did it was too humiliating. It was not like a generation of tyrants. They couldn't afford to lose the man.

Even if you rob a woman, it's better than robbing clothes. It's too obscene.

Ji Shishi on one side was also helpless, rolled his eyes and sighed.

Ouch, it's really their master. He's only handsome for three seconds. What a big man. No one is watching. He can do anything. Why are you robbing people's clothes? Alas.

Yue'er couldn't stop covering her mouth and laughing. Although their master had the appearance of being a overlord, his mind was still as naive as a child. It's so interesting, hee hee.

When the ghost king heard him say this, he confirmed that the leader was a fake. He gradually straightened his chest, and there was no previous timidity and evil way: "Daxia Yang, anyway, your hobby of collecting other people's clothes is a certainty. You must have robbed the leader's holy robe."

"Oh, no, it's really old poison. They wore it when they took over my leader."

"Impossible. If you really inherit the position of leader, show me your holy flame!"

"Ah? The flame?"

Yang Feng couldn't help hesitating when he pulled his cheek.

The ghost King smiled coldly and said contemptuously: "the throne is handed down first. All the previous leaders of our holy religion will inherit the holy fire from the holy tomb when they take over. If you really inherit the throne of the leader, you should have the holy fire. Take it out and show me? If you can take out the holy fire, I will admit that you are the leader of our religion and worship you."

"That's what you said."

"Yes, I said."

"A gentleman's word!"

"It's hard to catch up!"

"Good!"

With a loud drink, Yang Feng glanced around the audience, raised a finger to the sky and said solemnly, "ladies and gentlemen, it's time to witness miracles. The holy fire of the holy fire sect is rare in a hundred years. Don't blink. If you don't see it, it's your loss. I'll just show you. You'll have to charge for more."

As soon as he said this, all the people present stared at his fingers. Hearing what he said, they all raised their curiosity.

The holy flame of the holy flame sect is famous all over the world, but they have never seen how powerful it is. This time it can be regarded as an eye opener.

Hoo!

Suddenly, there was a dull noise, and a small fireball suddenly lit up on Yang Feng's finger. It was Yang Feng who used his first-class magic skill, fireball.

"See, this is the flame. Haven't you seen it? It's an eye opener this time, hem."

Uh!

All the people turned their eyes at once.

Eldest brother, you can set a fire system technique at will. It's regarded as the holy fire. You think we are all earth leopards from the mountains. We don't have much insight.

The ghost King couldn't help laughing, looked contemptuous and said, "Daxia Yang, is this the holy fire? It's just a small fireball. If it's also the holy fire, you underestimate the inheritance of our holy fire sect for tens of thousands of years."

WOW!

With that, the ghost king also raised a finger, and a hot golden awn was burning on the tip of his finger. The hot temperature made the small fireball on Yang Feng's hand vibrate. Finally, with a bang, the small fireball burst and turned into a little fire awn, which drifted into the golden awn on the ghost King's finger and integrated into it.

The corner of his mouth tilted a proud arc, and the ghost king said proudly: "this is our holy fire, the king of fire, the eternal flame, which is very different from your ordinary fireball..."

Hoo!

However, before he finished, a cold wind blew, and the golden flame on the ghost King's finger was blown out.

Disdainfully, Yang Feng couldn't help sneering: "what eternal flame, isn't it extinguished, cut!"

Uh!

The ghost king could not help shrinking his mouth with a depressed face, and then yelled: "Daxia Yang, I know you have the energy of ground-level ice system and can destroy my holy fire. But don't be proud. In the final analysis, you still don't have a holy fire, so you're not the leader of my holy fire sect."

"No, no, I'm not rare enough, hum!"

Disdainfully glanced, rolled his eyes, and Yang Feng raised his nostrils proudly.

When the ghost king saw this, he was so angry that he jumped: "I don't mean you don't want to be, but you can't wear this dress if you're not my leader."

"I can't wear it. Who can wear it?"

"I'll wear it!"

As soon as he straightened up, the ghost king shouted at once. His eyes stared at the tyrant robe, shining with naked desire.

I think the ghost king has been wandering the Jianghu all his life. He is not lecherous, not good at money, not to mention power. The only knot is that he is the leader of the holy fire sect.

In particular, he has long wanted to wear this Dragon Robe, which symbolizes the identity of the leader of the Holy Church, but he has never had a chance.

Now, seeing that Yang Feng robbed this robe from the general altar of the sacred fire sect, he immediately brightened his eyes and an eager covetous feeling in his heart. He shouted: "great Xia Yang, you make a price and give me this robe."