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Chapter 449 Return to Beijing

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    ¡°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, hahaha!"

    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 full of 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"

    ¡­¡­

    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 and their hearts were filled with confusion.?Run through.

    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?  ?¡±

    "The Ghost King's rebellion has long had nothing to do with our religion. Moreover, our religion has been a sect for a hundred years and has no contact with the entire martial arts world. Even if the black soul tree is resurrected now, it will still be the grudge between the Ghost King and those righteous people in the martial arts world.  This religion has nothing to do with it, so what does it teach him to do, hum!"

    His face darkened slightly, Poison King blew out a thick breath from his nostrils, he seemed a little sulky, then he waved his sleeves and shouted: "Let's all leave. Let's wait until Mr. Yang has finished his own business and we will talk about it after he comes back."

    After saying that, the Poison King left silently.

    Wang Batian took a deep look at him and understood what he was thinking. He didn't say anything and left with the others.

    Although the new leader is now mainly focused on dealing with the Ghost King, the Poison King, and even the entire Holy Fire Sect¡¯s followers, do not have this intention.

    After all, in addition to the Ghost King, those who pushed the entire Holy Religion to a desperate situation were also the famous sects, the righteous martial arts, and the ten major empires.

    Those current heroes who claim to be heroes, really don¡¯t know whether what happened back then was the Ghost King¡¯s personal behavior or the Holy Fire Sect¡¯s deliberate instigation?

    It¡¯s just an excuse to attack their holy religion.

    Who told them that even though their holy religion had declined, it was still a behemoth and a threat to them?

    So under the guise of justice, they beat the Holy Fire Sect to the point of almost annihilating it, and now it has been closed to the sect for hundreds of years.

    Now, in the eyes of these Holy Religion members, no matter the Ghost King, the ten empires, or the righteous way of martial arts, they are all enemies.  They can kill each other, dog bites dog, bites each other, and all of them destroy themselves. We, the Holy Fire Cult, will not pay attention to them, hum hum hum!

    Everyone sneered in their hearts, hoping that the ghost king's black soul disaster would cause a lose-lose situation for the entire martial arts world.

    As for their next leader, although he is also involved in this matter, he is so strong that nothing will happen to him.

    Yang Feng and Yang Xiaoyi rushed out of the Holy Fire Sect's barrier and headed towards the capital. Mo Shaoqiu was held in his arms and flew above the nine heavens. They were all shocked: "Master, you can actually fly in the nine heavens. No wonder  If you are so strong, what kind of cultivation level do you have?"

    "ThisI don't know for sure, but I'm much taller than you!"

    Yang Feng thought about it and couldn¡¯t explain why.

    Mo Shaoqiu knew that there was something strange about their Patriarch, and sometimes even he himself was not aware of it, so he nodded clearly and said, "Also, Patriarch, we are going back to the capital, but you seem to be flying in the wrong direction!"

    "Ah? Really?"

    His body stagnated, Yang Feng smiled awkwardly, then immediately turned around and flew in the other direction.

    "I'm sorry, I didn't have good geography since I was a child. I never distinguish between east, west, north and south, hahaha!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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