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Outside the gate of the leader's palace, Yang Xiaoyi and the others waited for a long time, but when Yang Feng and the others did not come out, they asked suspiciously: "What are the third brother and the senior Poison King preparing inside? It's been taking so long?"
"I guess I'm going to get the Heaven and Earth Tyrant Dragon Robe. After all, the leader's succession ceremony is going to be held, and this robe is indispensable." Wang Batian smiled slightly, having guessed everything.
Mo Shaoqiu's eyes narrowed and he said excitedly: "Heaven and Earth Tyrant Dragon Robe? Is that the peerless robe passed down from generation to generation by the leader of the Holy Fire Sect? Oh my, I think I saw the leader Ouyang appear once in this robe. That was He is quite domineering and has the feeling of being a co-master of the martial arts world, which impressed me very deeply. But I never thought that after a hundred years, I would be able to see you again. I am really honored."
"Heaven and Earth Tyrant Dragon Robe?"
Hearing them talk so enthusiastically, and the two respected martial arts seniors had longing expressions on their faces when talking about this robe, and their admiration was beyond words. Yang Xiaoyi on the side couldn't help but wonder: "What's so special about this robe?" What's the point? Isn't it just a piece of clothing? No matter how expensive it is, it shouldn't be able to catch the eyes of the two seniors, right?"
"No, no, no, that is not an ordinary robe, but a soldier."
"Soldiers?"
"Twelve-grade top defensive warriors can block more than 90% of the damage caused by any combat technique in the world!"
"What, ninety percent?"
Hiss!
Unable to stop taking a breath of cold air, Yang Xiaoyi couldn't help but be completely shocked.
If this robe can block any opponent's attack, more than 90% of the damage, that would be incredible. The remaining 10% of the attack, no matter how powerful the opponent is, can be resisted by one's own defense as long as the cultivation level is similar.
¡°The person who puts on this robe, isn¡¯t that an invincible being who can never be injured under the same level of cultivation?
Yang Xiaoyi was shocked by this twelfth-grade warrior. Wang Batian smiled slightly and continued: "This robe is from the twenty-seventh generation of the sect. It was regarded as the state religion by the ten empires and was the leader of the world. Master, they worked together to create it. The fabrics are all made of golden silk, and nine dragon souls are sealed inside, which can attack and defend, and protect the owner. In every word and deed, he has the domineering power of heaven and earth, and the dragon is so majestic that no one dares to look directly at it. Not even a cent.¡±
"At that time, our religion was really majestic and its scenery was infinite. Unfortunately, later on, all the heroes in the world came together, and our religion gradually declined. When Ouyang became the director, only one or two empires were still willing to accept this religion as their state religion. However, there is also a tendency to want to get rid of it. Especially in the end, the Black Soul Tree created by the Ghost King for no reason made the sect vulnerable to enemies on all sides and became a demon sect that everyone wanted to beat. Since then, it has fallen apart and is no longer what it used to be. It is sad and terrible Sigh, alas."
Wang Batian shook his head and sighed, and Yang Xiaoyi also nodded slightly, feeling the same.
The head of the Yang family died young. Although they did not attract so many powerful enemies, they received a lot of rejection and looks. He also felt that.
Only those who have experienced it can feel the sadness of a family going from prosperity to decline.
"Leader, don't run so fast, pay attention to your manners!"
Suddenly, a loud shout sounded.
Everyone raised their brows and looked towards the depths of the dormitory, their eyes glowing with anticipation as they finally came out.
Especially Mo Shaoqiu took a deep look at Yang Xiaoyi and chuckled: "Second Master, you have to be careful. Don't look at the master of the house. He is usually irritable and unruly. But a man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. This Tyrant Dragon Robe, the head of the family, is absolutely majestic and majestic. When I saw Master Ouyang wearing this robe in and out of a martial arts competition, I will never forget it."
"Is it!"
Hearing what he said, Yang Xiaoyi also smiled, his eyes sparkling, and he became even more excited.
Although Wang Batian on the side was not dealing with Yang Feng, he was still staring at the deep palace door at this moment. He had to admit: "Any man who puts on this Tyrant Dragon Robe will be able to move his hands and feet. , all surrounded by dragon souls, looking down upon the power of the world. I guess this is the most pleasing time for me to see this kid, hum!"
Since even Master said so
When his ears twitched, Yang Xiaoyi clenched his fists slightly and couldn't help but become more excited.
Third brother, let the second brother see your power in the world.
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However, just as the three of them were staring at the door expectantly, they suddenly saw a black shadow passing by. Yang Feng held up his robe with both hands and ran out laughing all the way without any manners at all. It can be said that there is only a strong aura of nouveau riche, rushing towards you.??.
"Hahaha this dress is so handsome. Second brother, do you think I am cool now?"
"Master, manners, have you forgotten what I taught you on weekdays? Don't lift your robe to your waist, walk slowly, take half a step with each step, ohwhy have you forgotten all about it now, ugh !¡±
The Poison King was chasing behind him, teaching him earnestly.
Well!
Seeing this scene, Yang Xiaoyi and the others bowed their heads helplessly and sighed. The third brother is still the same as before, nothing has changed, he is so willful and reckless.
Wang Batian smiled coldly and said disdainfully: "Yeah, even wearing a dragon robe doesn't look like a prince. I told you that the old poisonous people must have conveyed the wrong message. How does this girl look like the leader?"
At the same time, in the Holy Fire Hall of the Holy Fire Sect, all the high-ranking believers in the sect have gathered and were divided into two rows to wait quietly to welcome the leader of the sect.
The Corpse King stood beside the holy fire with a solemn expression, waiting for the Poison King to come back to hold the ceremony.
In the blazing flames, more than thirty pairs of illusory eyes were staring at the gate, looking forward to the arrival of the new leader.
After a while, Poison King trotted all the way to the hall, and Wang Batian, Yang Xiaoyi and Mo Shaoqiu also walked in. It's just that they followed the congregation and stood on both sides, while the Poison King walked up to the stage and stood next to the holy fire, standing side by side with the Corpse King, presiding over the succession ceremony.
"Old Poison, things are going well with the leader. This is the first ceremony for the leader to take over in a hundred years. Don't ruin it. This is related to the new leader's prestige in the church in the future."
"Oh, God bless you."
"What do you mean God's blessing? Nothing will happen on the other end, right?" With his eyes widened, the Corpse King stared at him fiercely.
Poison King did not speak, but pondered a little, and suddenly roared, officially starting the succession ceremony: "The succession ceremony for the leader of the Holy Cult begins now. I invite the thirty-eighth leader of our sect, Yang Feng, to step forward to pass on the Holy Fire!"
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As soon as the words fell, the surrounding congregants immediately knelt down on one knee, their eyes fixed on the door of the hall, with expectations and reverence on their faces.
The sound of dragon roars kept coming one after another.
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Yang Feng, dressed in a heaven and earth tyrant dragon robe, walked in step by step with a solemn expression. Although each step he took was not very big, it was very steady. As if he could trample everything in the world under his feet.
That faint domineering force immediately made everyone present surrender after just one look.
Nine golden dragon souls surrounded him, as if they were embracing the Lord of Heaven and Earth.
It makes it impossible for anyone in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths to get close to him.
At this moment, Yang Feng¡¯s whole body truly showed the majesty of the Ninth Five-year Master.
Yang Xiaoyi and Mo Shaoqiu looked up, their hearts surging with passion. Their family leader had finally transformed into a generation of overlords.
Even Wang Batian, who had always looked down on him before, felt slightly stunned at this time. He had to admit in his heart that this girl really has the demeanor of a leader, and she is not under the demeanor of Ouyang back then.
The Poison King and the Corpse King were even more excited and greatly relieved.
This brat is out of tune during rehearsals and always gets into trouble. But in formal occasions, it really makes us look good. The hard training we have given him over the past month has been in vain, he finally showed his leadership style, hehehe. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com