call out!

A quarter of an hour later, a red light fell at the main altar of the Holy Fire Cult, and Yang Feng's figure appeared in this place again.

When the disciples of the chief hall saw him, they couldn't help but bow and clasp their fists: Master Yang... Uh no, Mr. Yang, you are back!"

Well, where are the old poisons now?"

In the Hall of the Holy Fire!”

knew!"

After nodding lightly, Yang Feng became familiar with the place. He greeted everyone and hurried to find the Poison King and the others.

When we arrived at the Holy Fire Hall, we saw the two old guys, the Poison King and the Corpse King, kneeling in front of the Holy Fire again, reciting the doctrine with a devout look on their faces, just like doing a week.

The raging fire burns my body; life is no joy, death is no pain..."

Old poison!”

Suddenly, Yang Feng shouted loudly, interrupted them, ran in with excitement on his face, and shouted: Are you free now? The leader’s takeover ceremony will be held immediately. I will enter the Holy Tomb. I promise to walk well this time and no longer sneezes!"

Mr. Yang, are you back?"

Hey, this kid is back again, come and see if he can pass this time!"

Looking at this familiar face, the Poison King's eyes lit up and he stopped reciting. In the scorching flame, Ouyang shouted loudly, and all the illusory heroes appeared, staring at him tightly, with an evil smile on his lips.

In the end, the kid came back.

Lord Saint Ancestor, let him pass this time. After all, my sect has not had a leader for a hundred years. If this continues, the sect will be without a leader, and the sacred sect will collapse!"

The heroes looked at the phantom of the flame sitting in the middle, but the shadow was staring at the direction of the hall in front, silently, as if thinking about something.

At this time, the Poison King and the others came to meet each other. First, they looked at Yang Feng up and down with surprise, then their faces froze and shouted: Mr. Yang, where is the Balong robe? Where is the Balong robe of the leader of the sect? Why haven't you put it back after you put it out?"

Uh this…”

After a breakdown, Yang Feng smacked his lips twice, and smiled and said: My... Balong robe, it is dirty, I took it to dry clean, and I can't get it back for a while. Let's conduct the leader's succession ceremony first. After washing in two days, I'll get it back."

His face suddenly sank, and the Poison King's heart suddenly tightened and he shouted: Mr. Yang, can you stop making up for it? The Balong Robe is a holy object of my teaching. How could it be easily contaminated by secular stolen goods? It doesn't need to be washed. Tell me the truth, how did you teach me Balong Robe?"

Uh that…”

After scratching his head, Yang Feng saw that the old man could not fool him, so he had to smile dryly and stammer: I...I will take it to exchange several hostages with the Ghost King!"

What? Did you give it to the traitor of the Ghost King?"

Old poison, don’t worry, isn’t I going to save people?”

When the poison king heard this, he was shocked and he rarely spoke to Yang Feng. Yang Feng was so scared that he shivered and couldn't help but wave his hands and said: There was nothing he could do at that time. He and his subordinates abused thousands of people in the palace. I really couldn't stand it, so I made a deal with him. To be honest, this deal was quite worth it. I saved tens of thousands of lives..."

It's worth a lot!"

Before he could finish his words, the Poison King roared directly, interrupting him, his eyes were red with anger: Mr. Yang, the Balong robe is the holy robe of the leader of the sect, representing the supreme authority of the leader of the sect. In order to protect this robe, the whole sect can fight everyone's lives. Such a precious treasure, you just casually traded with others. You are so cold that all the disciples of the sect, are you worthy of being our leader?"

The Poison King was roaring, giving Yang Feng no face at all, nor taking into account his terrifying strength. It can be seen that he was really angry when he moved.

Seeing this, the rest of the people stared at Yang Feng with a gloomy face, and no longer had the same kindness as before.

Even though he was the next heir personally appointed by the Holy Ancestor, he used the treasures respected by everyone in the sect to trade clearly that he did not take the sincerity of the sect to the Holy Church to the sect to heart.

How can such a person be worthy of being the leader?

For a moment, everyone fell apart. At the beginning, the enthusiasm for the past century finally had another leader, and it instantly dissipated.

People were very disappointed with Yang Feng's behavior.

Ah!

Looking at this scene, the heroes in the holy fire shook their heads and sighed helplessly, and began to be very arrogant.

I’m in trouble now. The leader is free from his ambition and virtue. How can he get to power!"

It was just a torn dress, but the church members valued it very seriously. It was a treasure. Even the leader could not move it casually. Now he was angry with the public. How could it end?"

In fact, this tyrannical dragon robe was only circulated in the thirty-three generations, and is not a holy object that has been passed down by this sacred sect. The reason why the church members regard it so important is entirely because it was presented by the ten empires when Ben Cultivate was the co-lord of the ten empires, representing the glory of the sect. What the church members valued was the glorious era of that year. Before this Yang Cultivate had even come to power, he defeated this glorious era. It was tantamount to the act of a prodigal son. No wonder everyone was angry. He shattered everyone's dreams, alas!"

...

The ghosts were discussing, and finally looked at the Saint Ancestor together and bowed and said: Lord Saint Ancestor, what do you think?"

I'll sit and watch!"

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and the phantom of flames stared at the nervous scene, murmured: The reason why the leader of the sect is the leader of the sect is not a dead thing, but the ability to unite people's hearts. Today's incident is the biggest test for this kid. This is no longer a joke, and it can be missed by just a few explanations. If he can even pass this hurdle, then he is the real leader, regardless of whether we agree or not. Otherwise... hehehe!"

With a chuckling, the Holy Ancestor stopped talking, just continued to watch.

The rest of the people were also staring at all this and watching the situation continue to develop.

After silence, Yang Feng also felt the heavy atmosphere on the scene and the coldness of the people around him towards him. If he hadn't been the heir appointed by the Holy Ancestor, they would probably have killed him if they fought for their lives.

After licking his dry lips, Yang Feng seemed to realize that he had caused a big disaster. He couldn't help scratching his head helplessly, and said with a smile: That... can't do without that robe? Our succession ceremony..."

Want to take over?"

He stared at him fiercely and refused to let go. The poison king gritted his teeth and said: It would not be too late for you to take over when the dragon robe is retrieved. Now, you are not qualified to be the leader of our Holy Fire Sect, let's go!"
Chapter completed!