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Chapter 436 Return to Beijing

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    And Yang Feng didn't know why. He came to the pedestal of the holy fire, knocked on it and said, "Huh? Why did the fire go out? Did you fail to add fuel in time? Is the fire finished? Does anyone have a lighter? Bring some more firewood.  , light it up again!"

    Quiet, deathly quiet.

    At this time, everyone's expressions were extremely serious, and no one smiled even a little because of his joke.

    Because in the hearts of everyone in the Holy Fire Cult, the Holy Fire is solemn and solemn and cannot be desecrated.

    So Yang Feng¡¯s joke didn¡¯t resonate with everyone.

    After taking a deep look at the people below, Yang Feng also felt the heavy atmosphere. He couldn't help but look at Poison King and murmured: "Old Poison, what should I do?"

    "Teach uh no, Mr. Yang!"

    Taking a deep breath, the Poison King immediately changed his title. He stepped forward and reached out to untie his robe. He said with a smile: "It seems that it is not the time for Mr. Yang to take over as the leader of the cult. Let's take our time.  Don¡¯t worry. We will take over after another year and a half of etiquette training. By then, the Holy Fire will definitely recognize Mr. Yang¡¯s identity as the leader, hahaha!¡±

    "What? I have to train for another year and a half? Do I have that time?"

    Unable to help but turn pale with fright, Yang Feng screamed, then took a deep look at the two dishonest skinny palms of the Poison King, and shouted: "Also, hey, what are you doing? Why are you taking off my clothes?"

    "Mr. Yang, since you failed the Holy Fire Certification, you can no longer wear this Tyrant Dragon Robe. We will wear it again when you are certified next time, be good!"

    "What, you can't wear it?"

    Yang Feng suddenly waved his arms and distanced himself from the old poisoner. Yang Feng said with a stern expression: "I have been in the world for more than a year, and I have never been the only one to untie other people's clothes. No one has ever untied my clothes.  , except for my wife. You want me to take off the clothes that are all on me? Humph, no way! I haven¡¯t returned their dragon soul armor yet. I want me to return this most precious thing of yours.  The Tyrannosaurus Robe you like? Damn it!"

    With that said, Yang Feng quickly ran down the high platform and escaped, leaving the old poisonous creature and the Corpse King hanging on the platform, stunned.

    ¡°Uh¡­is this considered robbery?  It's too rogue

    ¡°Mr. Mo, second brother, let¡¯s go back to the capital!¡±

    When he came to the audience, Yang Feng directly picked up Mo Shaoqiu and Yang Xiaoyi, who were still confused, and ran out, leaving only the Holy Fire cultists who looked at each other with dull expressions.

    What happened? Why did the leader run away?

    After waiting for a while, they finally realized what they were doing. The Poison King shouted: "Everyone, hurry up and chase. Mr. Yang hasn't been certified by the Holy Fire yet, so he can't wear the Tyrant Dragon Robe. Mr. Yang, come back quickly. We have something to talk about."  , it¡¯s not like I won¡¯t give you this robe, I¡¯ll just give it to you later!¡±

    "Uhoh!"

    Nodding their heads in understanding, everyone rushed out, shouting earnestly: "Mr. Yang, take off the robe of the leader of our religion first, and I will put it on you for the next certification!"

    So, like this, Yang Feng and the others were running in front, with a bunch of Holy Fire cultists chasing after them, but they didn't have any killing intent or anger. Instead, they had a look of pain on their faces. They just wanted to follow the rules.  Just a procedure.

    It is a definite fact that Yang Feng was chosen by the Holy Ancestor as the next successor of the leader. They also treated him as a young master.  But since the Holy Fire did not agree this time, then the Tyrant Dragon Robe cannot be worn.

    You are still the prince now. Even if you will be the emperor sooner or later, you cannot wear the dragon robe until you pass the throne. This is the rule.

    ¡°But why does Yang Feng care about so many rules? Why should he give back what he got based on his ability?

    So he ran as fast as he could without looking back, with a swarm of flies buzzing behind him.

    "Master, why are you running? Why don't you take action? They can't beat you!" Mo Shaoqiu laughed as he kept running beside Yang Feng.

    Looking at the dark crowd behind him, Yang Feng couldn't help but said hurriedly: "What's the beating? Jianghu is about human nature, it's not about killing. We've already robbed other people's things, so we still beat them, do we want to save face? Besides,  Okay, these days, people have been nice to us, how can I hurt them casually, this is too unethical, I am a person with an ID card."

    "Oh, I see, the owner of the house is really kind-hearted,"??Haha!  "

    With a loud laugh, Mo Shaoqiu nodded in understanding.

    Yang Xiaoyi on the side rolled his eyes helplessly, shook his head with a wry smile.

    Third brother, if you were really so moral, you wouldn¡¯t have snatched someone else¡¯s robe and run away.  He is so old and not a child. He just grabs the things he likes. Does our family care about his robe?

    Although this robe is a twelfth-grade soldier, it is indeed rare, but you can't snatch it, tsk tsk.

    Compared to his brothers, Yang Xiaoyi was a noble man and disdained such things as beating, smashing, looting, and burning. But at this time, looking at Yang Feng's body covered in black light and his nine lifelike dragon patterns, he still couldn't help but run,  While unconsciously touching it with his hand, his face was filled with envy.

    A twelfth-grade warrior, you are so domineering. When can I wear it?  Let's borrow it from him another day, hehe.

    ¡°Please Master Yang return the holy robe!¡±

    ¡°Please Master Yang return the holy robe!¡±

    "Please Mr. Yang"

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    Swish swish swish!

    Yang Feng and the other three ran out of the hall, only to see black shadows flashing out, surrounding them all. There were figures in all directions, densely packed with people.

    However, they did not dare to be rude to him, and they all knelt down and spoke sincerely.  It's like a group of eunuchs trying to persuade the young prince to stop playing around. They can't beat him or scold him, they can only plead.

    Yang Feng was blocked and couldn't run away. The Poison King and others behind him also came after him. They also clasped their fists with a begging look on their faces and said: "Young Master Yang, please stop making trouble. After you practice etiquette a few more times and you are more familiar with it, we can do it again."  After a ceremony, the Holy Fire will definitely recognize it. You are now the only heir to the leader of our religion, and this robe will be yours sooner or later. Take it off now."

    "I don't!"

    Shaking his head like a rattle, Yang Feng hummed softly: "How many more times do you want me to practice the ritual? Do I have that much time? It's urgent now. The Ghost King is demolishing the base in my hometown. If I don't rush back, I'll just play the game  it's over."

    "Mo Lao, second brother, hold on tight, I'm about to take off!"

    Speaking, Yang Feng showed his hands and hugged the waist of the two. The two didn't understand what was going on, so he listened to him drinking, screaming, flew towards the high altitude, and flew directly to the enchantment.

    Well!

    With a twitch of face, everyone present was stunned, with ten thousand grass-mud horses running past in their hearts.

    Let me go, Master Yang, he can actually fly?

    So what level of cultivation has he reached now, that he has the ability to fly in the sky?

    Everyone present was dumbfounded. Wang Batian also followed the crowd and chased him out. After watching this scene, he suddenly thought of something and suddenly took out a jade plaque from his storage ring and threw it towards the three people in the air.  He threw it over there and shouted: "Apprentice, catch the teleportation jade token of this sect. The matter is settled. Return to the sect as soon as possible to see me as your master!"

    "Yes, Master, my disciple understands!"

    Yang Xiaoyi¡¯s respectful reply came from the distance, and then the three figures completely disappeared from the horizon.

    Wang Batian nodded slightly, then looked at the two poison kings who were still sluggish, and laughed unconsciously: "Everyone has left, go back, why are you standing there stupidly? Do you want to go with them to deal with the ghost king?  ?¡± (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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