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Chapter Five Hundred and Eighteen Past Leaders Gather

Whoosh!

As if it was lightning, Yang Feng's body left behind afterimages along the ladder that day. In just a few breaths, he had already reached the nine heavens, rushed into the sky, and soon reached the peak, and arrived on a high platform made of white marble.

Opposite him was a golden giant door that was ten feet high and six feet wide, tightly closed.

Yang Feng's eyes shuddered slightly, and without saying a word, he stepped forward and pushed the door hard.

Rumble!

With a heavy creaking sound, the door slowly opened, and a familiar line of figures caught my eye.

The people Yang Feng met in Yudian Pavilion now all appeared here, and they were neatly divided into two rows, sitting upright on both sides, looking at him with a warm smile.

Everyone's seats were huge seats three meters high and two meters wide, and they were magnificent, which seemed to indicate that everyone was a king.

Especially the fire giant seat in the middle, which is nine zhang high and six zhang wide, which is better than the seats of the rest of the people.

And the one sitting in the highest position was the original classic administrator.

Wow!

In an instant, an unparalleled kingly aura came to his face, which shocked Yang Feng to retreat two steps. Yang Feng had only seen such a domineering scene twice in his life.

Once, when Chen Haonan took his brothers to fight on the streets, and another time when Miejue Old Ni brought a group of female mafia to encircle Guangmingding.

These two shocking scenes have been imprinted in his mind since he was a child, making him think that the Emei Sect is the branch of Hongxing Thirteenth Sister.

Because of their appearance, they all have a sense of domineering spirit.

At this moment, Yang Feng also felt this familiar and powerful aura, as if he was a new recruit candidate who had just entered the workplace. Facing a group of examiners and big shots, he was interviewing the position of the leader of the company.

Suddenly, Yang Feng licked his dry lips and didn't know how to speak.

At this time, Ouyang, who was sitting outside, stood up first, stared at Yang Feng who had just entered here, raised a staff, and said with a smile: We are meeting again, little guy. Let me introduce myself again, I am the 37th generation leader of this sect, Ouyang Feiying, who is nicknamed, the Emperor of Holy Ming!"

call!

As soon as he finished speaking, the staff in his hand immediately ignited a golden flame.

This is the 36th generation leader of this sect, and the soul is released in heaven!”

Immediately afterwards, the other person stood up, raised an iron bone glove in his hand, and shouted: I gave him nickname, Evil Bone Demon Cloud Lord!"

call!

After saying that, a hot golden flame immediately ignited on his gloves.

This is the 35th generation leader of this sect, Indra...."

This is the 34th generation leader of this sect, Nangong Liuli..."

...

Immediately afterwards, everyone stood up one by one and introduced themselves to Yang Feng. The scorching flames quickly burned as the moment they finished speaking.

Finally, when everyone had introduced it, the most superior scripture administrator smiled slightly, stood up, and said condescendingly: I am the first generation of the founding saint of this sect, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, the Peerless God Lord, Shangguan Haotian!"

call!

As he said that, a more hot golden flame suddenly ignited all over his body, much stronger than the other thirty-six people. Looking around, the whole flame seemed to be covered with all of him. Once everything in the world approached, it would turn into ashes smoke in an instant.

Suddenly, thirty-seven people present, thirty-seven raging fires burned together, burning the entire sky red. Yang Feng was also forced by the scorching airflow, and the moisture on his face was lost a lot, and his skin became dry in an instant.

Damn, is this a warning to me?

Thirty-seven people, together with the earth-level holy fire to roast one of me?

His eyes narrowed slightly, and Yang Feng looked at everyone with a gloomy face.

The Holy Ancestor looked down at him from top to bottom, smiled slightly, and continued: Miss Sanba, welcome..."

puff!

But before he finished speaking, Yang Feng had already teleported to the front of the Holy Ancestor, kicked him in the face, kicked him out, and cursed: Damn, who are you calling March 8? Why did you curse as soon as you open your mouth? I've got you offended?"

Saint Ancestor!”

Seeing this scene, the other thirty-six people present were shocked at once. The powerful flames on their bodies were instantly shut down.

His eyes were so wide that his eyes almost fell out.

I'm going, this class leader is too arrogant. When he saw the Saint Ancestor, he even started without saying a word. He is neither big nor small, and are there any rules?

Only the Holy Ancestor, after being kicked away ten meters, covered his sore cheeks, climbed up slowly, and waved his hands and said: Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t scold you. I am just used to calling the leaders of all generations by numbers. Adding a small word in front makes me look a little kinder and friendly. There is no other meaning. Who made you the 38th leader? Are you right? Xiaoer, Xiao Sanqi, Xiao Sanliu?"

Yes, yes, yes...

He nodded quickly and everyone was proof of the Holy Ancestor.

Yang Feng glanced at them suspiciously and scratched his head. Could it be that I misunderstood? But his name sounds like a swearing person no matter how he calls him.

So Yang Feng said with a serious look: Given that my number is quite special, please don’t use this number as my synonym in the future. Just call me my real name, thank you!"

Real name? Which real name is it?"

With a laugh, the Holy Ancestor stood up and patted the dust on his body, as if he had a profound meaning.

With a raised brow, Yang Feng immediately shouted: Of course it is my Yang Feng's name."

Then is your name on the household registration book? Isn’t it the nickname in the game?”

Of course...uh!"

Suddenly, Yang Feng was stunned for a moment, looked at the saint with an incredible smile, and shouted in disbelief: You...you, you...how did you know that I have a household registration book and a game nickname? Could it be that you too..."

Yes, fellow villagers, it is rare that we can meet here, and it is also considered as meeting old friends in a foreign land, hahaha!" A grinned, and the sage sparkled in the Holy Ancestor's eyes.

However, Yang Feng opened his mouth wide and could have a salted goose egg stuffed inside.

I went there, and I thought I was the only one who came here. I never expected that there was a senior here. I came here to start a business with a company and went public to develop. Unfortunately, I have fallen to the point of delisting now, tsk.

As if seeing through his thoughts, the Holy Ancestor couldn't help but chuckled, and came to him, patted his shoulder, and said meaningfully: Brother, don't think too special. In this other world, you are not lonely, and I am the same. We are not the first batch of outsiders in this world, nor the last batch."

What? You mean…before you…”

good!"
Chapter completed!
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