Chapter four hundred and forty eight rejected
This kid has changed a lot in January, and the two Dharma Kings have put a lot of effort into it!"
Yes, the irritable and irritable boy has now become calm and domineering. At least our Holy Church can take the face out of it!"
I think this kid has passed the test now, what do you think?"
Yes, yes, yes…”
...
In a space where flames burned, a group of illusory figures stared at the huge flames in front of them, Yang Feng's calm eyes were discussing with each other.
Finally, everyone looked at the figure behind him who was sitting lazily on a burning throne with the burning flames, and bowed and said, "Sir, what do you mean?"
There is a manifestation of emptiness!"
With his eyes narrowed slightly, the man couldn't help but sigh softly: I want to see this, it's not this!"
When his body shook, everyone looked at each other and was confused.
What the Lord Saint Ancestor wants to see is not this, what is that? Didn’t this be based on the Lord Saint Ancestor’s intentions? After he was specially trained for a month of etiquette, he finally achieved results?
Without saying anything, the Holy Ancestor just looked listlessly at the ceremony of the leader's takeover ceremony in front of him, without any divine light of joy in his eyes.
At the same time, the ceremony of taking over was still going on. Yang Feng walked forward with a noble look, and everyone around him was full of admiration and expectation, but suddenly.
Ah snee!
A sneeze could not stop spitting out, Yang Feng staggered, his nose was soaked. The nine dragon souls beside him immediately cried out, and all of them retracted into the Balong robe and stopped coming out.
It seems that it is too embarrassing that Yang Feng sneezing on such a grand occasion. They don’t want to embarrass this face with him.
Hey, where is my dragon? It comes out, what does it mean to shrink back?"
Because of this accident, Yang Feng lost his calmness and grace just now, and instantly returned to the prototype, turning back and forth, losing all his temperament.
Well!
With a thrust of his face, the Poison King and the Corpse King looked at each other, both shook their heads with wry smiles.
Alas, they should have thought that they were too satisfied with him just now, and this girl was so handsome that she was only three seconds later.
Yang Xiaoyi and the others also had no choice but to stroke their foreheads, sighed and shook 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 you will instantly restore your nature.
The other church members also looked at me and I looked at you, and then smiled awkwardly.
By the way, this new leader is really funny. He is approachable and has no airs at all, but his majesty is...tsk tsk!
Many people were already covering their mouths and laughing, while some were even bustling, and the entire venue began to become noisy.
The Poison King glared at his eyes and shouted: It’s all quiet, why bother to laugh? Be more serious. How can the leader take over the ceremony be a joke?"
Yes, I am taking over as the leader. Can you give me some face? Don’t laugh anymore. If you want to laugh, you can just wait until the ceremony is over. At least you smile with me on your back, don’t let me hear it. It’s also your respect for me, the new leader!”
puff!
Yang Feng wanted to follow him to maintain order in the field, but as soon as he said this, he couldn't help but make the crowd below laugh again.
Seeing this, the Poison King was so anxious that he stamped his feet: Oh, my master, don’t talk at this time. Even if you want to say it, be more serious and take a little momentum. Don’t let the people below underestimate you.”
Hi, I am all my own people, what kind of momentum do I want. I am so kind to my family. Although I am the master, I never put on airs. This is my advantage, hehe."
puff!
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone below couldn't help but laugh even more happily.
The Poison King's face darkened, and the whole black thread fell.
When Yang Feng saw this, he couldn't help but smile and shrugging, covering his mouth, and muttered: OK, I won't say it anymore, okay, then what step should we take next?"
The inheritance of the holy fire opens the gate of the holy tomb!”
His face was gloomy. Seeing that the ceremony had reached such a state, the ceremony was in chaos and there was no room for recovery. He immediately threw the pot and continued with his teeth. He shouted: "The leader came forward to worship the Holy Ancestor and inherited the Holy Fire."
Wow!
As soon as he finished speaking, the Poison King and the Corpse King immediately stood on both sides and fell down together.
The rest of the people immediately stopped their smiles, their eyes were solemn, and they shouted loudly: The blazing flames burn my body; life is not as good as happiness, and death is not as hard as hard as hard as hard as death..."
As the recitation of the teachings of the church, Yang Feng's eyes condensed, and he walked towards the platform with a serious face. He came to the holy fire, clasped his hands and bowed down.
call!
However, his body had not bent down ninety degrees, but when a muffled sound came out, the blazing flame in front of him rushed down, disappeared, and turned off the fire.
Seeing this scene, everyone present was shocked and watched all this in disbelief.
How could the Holy Fire reject Master Yang?
This is not true. Master Yang is the heir appointed by the Holy Ancestor. How could the Holy Fire refuse? Could it be that Master Yang lost his manners at the succession ceremony just now, which made the Holy Fire dissatisfied?
Looking at each other, the Poison King and the Corpse King were both shocked and suspicious. Everyone below also heard the sequels, and began to doubt the identity of Yang Feng, the heir.
Yang Feng was also unaware of this, so he came to the pedestal of the holy fire and knocked on it: Hey? Why did the fire go out? Did you not add fuel in time? The fire was over? Who has a lighter? Get some firewood and burn it up!"
Quiet, quiet like death.
At this time, everyone's expressions were extremely serious, and no one smiled at all because of his joke.
Because in the hearts of all the Holy Fire Church, the Holy Fire is serious and solemn and cannot be desecrated.
So Yang Feng's joke did not resonate with everyone.
Looking at everyone below deeply, Yang Feng also felt the heavy atmosphere, and couldn't help but look at the poison king again and murmured: Old poison, what... should I do?"
Teach...uh no, Mr. Yang!"
Taking a deep breath, the Poison King immediately changed his name, stepped forward, and stretched out his hand to untied his robe, and said with a smile: It seems that it is not the time for Mr. Yang to take over the position of the leader of the throne. Let's take it slowly, don't worry. When we train the etiquette for another year and a half, we will take over again. At that time, the holy fire will definitely recognize Mr. Yang's identity as the leader of the leader, hahaha!"
What? Do I have to train for another year or two? Do I have that time?"
Unable to help but be shocked, Yang Feng screamed, then looked deeply at the two unhonest and thin palms of the Poison King, and shouted: Also, hey, what are you doing, why are you untiing my clothes?"
Mr. Yang, since your Holy Fire certification failed, you can’t wear this Balong robe. We will wear it again when you are certified next time. Be good!"
What, can't be worn?"
He waved his arms suddenly and distanced himself from the old poison. Yang Feng said with a look of contempt: I have been in the world for more than a year, and I have never untied my clothes. No one has ever untied them. Except for my wife, I have all worn the clothes on me. I want me to take them off? Humph, no way! I haven't returned the dragon soul armor of Lao Tie and others yet. I want me to return the Balong robe that I like most. Go to yours!"
As he said that, Yang Feng ran down the platform and ran away, leaving the old poison and the corpse king on the platform, and was stunned.
Chapter completed!