The quaint and magnificent Phillips Castle Manor is now unusually solemn and heavily guarded. Around the huge castle, there is a post at three steps and a sentry at five steps, and there are black-clothed people in charge of security patrolling back and forth everywhere.

The five-meter-wide, thousand-meter-long aisle is paved with a red carpet, which looks very grand. On both sides of the aisle, there were also two rows of black-clothed people, both of whom were tall and strong men.

These black-clothed men are in uniform black suits, white shirts, strong physique, and extraordinary momentum, which makes people see at a glance that they are by no means ordinary bodyguards, but hard-blooded soldiers who have undergone strict training, which can be seen from their neat military posture.

As the high-end sports cars drove into the castle manor, under the escort of dozens of bodyguards, seven old men with extraordinary bearing stepped down from the vehicles one after another, with their own personal bodyguards by their side, and a large group of people walked into the castle along the aisle.

"Phillips, long time no see, you're still so energetic." A fat old man with squinting eyes and short gray hair looked at Phillips who was waiting in front of the castle and said with a smile.

"Hehe, Smith, you're the same old as before, and you're still so fat." Phillips looked at the other party and said hello, then turned to the other six old men and said with a smile: "Elders, welcome to Phillips Castle, there is already wine in it, please come in." ”

While greeting each other, everyone entered the castle and walked through the corridors to the spacious banquet hall in the castle.

The guests sat down, and Phillips asked the servant to serve hot tea to the seven old men, and then said with a smile: "This year is different from previous years, there are only five fireworks messengers, I'm afraid we can't get one each." ”

"Phillips, you don't have to worry, the British team and the French team are both your European countries, and those two fireworks messengers are not your people yet. That kid from the American Savage tribe was Elder Johnson's. It's just that two fireworks messengers have appeared in Huaxia Kingdom this year, and I don't know if they plan to join the elder's banner. A bald old man with a ruddy face and a hooked nose said with a smile.

"Huaxia belongs to the scope of Asia, and this year there are no fireworks messengers in this country, Elder Watanabe Kazuo, how do you think the two fireworks envoys in Huaxia Country should be divided?" An old man with an old-fashioned face looked at another thin old man and asked in a deep voice.

The thin old man looked at the rest of the elders with a calm face, and said lightly: "I only want that kid named Yang Yifeng, as for that Ximen Wuya, let's leave it to the rest of the elders." ”

"Elder Kazuo Watanabe, I think you have taken a fancy to the golden knife in Yang Yifeng's hand, if I guessed correctly, it should be the Qilin Golden Knife that appeared thirty years ago, the king of swords." The fat old man with gray hair said with a smile.

The thin old man's face was calm, and he chuckled disapplauded: "Yes, it is indeed the Qilin Golden Knife, a divine weapon coveted by those who use knives in the world, the golden knife is born, and a bloody storm will unfold again, as an elder in charge of Asia, I have the responsibility to protect him." ”

"Hehe, Elder Watanabe, as the number one master of the sword stream, I don't believe that you don't have any thoughts about the Qilin Golden Knife, when you went to Huaxia to snatch the Golden Knife and lost to Tong Baichuan, you must have been haunted by it." The bald old man said with a weird smile.

"Harrison, I, Watanabe, am not a self-thief, although I really want to get the Qilin Golden Knife, but unless Yang Yifeng voluntarily gives me the Golden Knife, I will not rob it." Kazuo Watanabe snorted.

"Alright, everyone, the initiation ceremony is about to begin, since the three commanders have not appeared so far, presumably they will not come, then let's go to the temple to hold the ceremony." Phillips pouted with a gleam in his eyes, and then smiled.

Nodding, the group was led out of the banquet hall again by Phillips, and entered through a secret door in the castle, to a gloomy hall, similar to a church, with various ancient patterns on the walls on all sides, and in front of the hall was placed an altar, on which was an ancient black dome, above which was a blue flame.

The eight elders bowed respectfully to Yuanding for a moment, then sat down on several chairs around Yuanding.

"Moore, let Zijiao and the others come here with this year's fireworks messenger." Phillips commanded as he looked at a lean old man standing below.

The lean old man Moore is not only the steward in the castle, but also a senior member of the fireworks organization, and was once a fireworksbringer, but he was not elected as an elder, and has always followed Phillips and is one of Phillips's henchmen.

Moore nodded, turned and left the temple.

Not long after, under the leadership of Moore, the five of them walked into the temple.

Yang Yifeng, whose injuries were about to heal, still had a slightly pale face, looked at the gloomy temple, and secretly thought to himself, fireworks should be warm and bright, but I didn't expect the initiation ceremony to be in such a ghost place, like a cult, such an organization is indeed a disaster for mankind to stay in the world.

"The five of you should pay attention, the eight most authoritative elders in the organization except for the three mysterious commanders are here, don't talk nonsense, otherwise not only will your life be in danger, but your country will suffer a disaster." Zijiao lowered her voice and commanded the five people.

Yang Yifeng and the others nodded, and with a little nervousness, they followed the three of them behind the dozens of black-clothed people standing below, and secretly looked at the seven elders beside Phillips and the black Yuanding.

Moore glanced at the five people, walked to the front alone, bowed to the eight elders, and said, "Five new fireworks messengers have been brought,"

Phillips nodded, and with a wave of his hand, Moore stood at the front of the crowd.

Then, Phillips stood up and said loudly with a serious face: "The centennial initiation ceremony of the fireworks organization begins now, and the five new generation of fireworks messengers please come to the front." ”

Yang Yifeng glanced at each other, and then walked from the back of the crowd to the front.

"Moore, please bring the relics out." Phillips glanced at the five Yang Yifeng who were bowing their heads, and then commanded Moore.

Moore took a few steps forward, arrived at the altar behind the eight elders, took out a pair of black gloves from behind the round tripe, put them on his hands, and then picked up a short red dagger in the shape of fireworks, and respectfully held the short dagger to Yang Yifeng and the five people.

"Give them the imprint of the organization, let their blood merge with the fireworks." Phillips spoke out again.

Moore nodded, then walked up to the wild man and said solemnly, "Turn around." ”

When the wild man turned around, Moore picked up the red dagger and pressed it on the back of the wild man's shoulder. A snorting sound came, and at the same time, Yang Yifeng and the others smelled the smell of barbecue in their noses, and they couldn't help but change their faces. This red dagger is like a red-hot soldering iron, capable of burning the body out of the mark.

The savage didn't frown, and grinned widely, and Yang Yifeng, who only watched it, had a cold back, and secretly scolded him for being a savage, perverted, and didn't know the pain.

When Moore removed the red dagger, a large scar had burned on the back of the wild man's shoulder, and it was clearly visible that it was in the shape of a firework.

Seeing Moore walk in front of him, Emile frowned, took off his coat, and turned his back around with only a close-fitting corset.

After Emir accepted the brand, it was Yang Yifeng, he handed the golden knife to Ximen Wuya, took off his coat, and his perfect body with sharp and angular muscles was shown again, and Aimir and Ximen Wuya's beautiful eyes were shining again, and even Moore, an old man, couldn't help but stare at Yang Yifeng's body, his eyes were full of envy.

Yang Yifeng, who already has a perfect body with a male surname, plus the scars on his lower abdomen, chest and shoulders, adds to the momentum of his male surname, the eight-pack abdominal muscles are clearly raised, and the slightly bronzed upper body is full of beauty no matter how you look at it.

The hot pain came, Yang Yifeng couldn't help frowning, feeling that the back shoulder was being burned, and felt an inexplicable anger in his heart, his body was skinned, and he received his parents, this fireworks brand will be an indelible mark for his life, the fireworks organization, if I don't destroy you, I, Yang Yifeng, will not be a human being.

Ximen Wuya was not as open as Emile, and dared to directly expose most of his body in front of so many people, and looked at Yang Yifeng a little shyly, and the latter understood what she was thinking.

So Yang Yifeng stepped forward decisively, grabbed the clothes on Ximen Wuya's shoulder, tore a gap, looked at Moer and said, "Is this okay?" ”

Moore nodded, put the fireworks red dagger on Ximen Wuya's exposed white skin again, and bit his lip tightly, Ximen Wuya didn't say a word.

After Jack was branded, Moore once again held the dagger high and lowered it back to the altar.

"Very good, from now on, you will officially become a member of the fireworks organization, everything is based on the mission of the organization, and the orders of the organization must be carried out unconditionally, even if you kill your relatives, or deal with your own country, you must not disobey, disobey the orders of the organization, you will know what life is better than death." Phillips said loudly in a cold voice.

"Elders, the ceremony has been completed, now let's go back to the banquet hall and discuss their affiliation?" Phillips turned to the remaining seven elders.

Soon, the group returned to the banquet hall, and this time Yang Yifeng and the five were among them. Except for the eight elders who were seated, everyone else was standing aside.

"The Fireworks have a mysterious force in every country, and the Fireworks Messenger is the one who leads them. The five of you need to decide now, which elder are you prepared to obey in the future? You can choose for yourself, and if you can't make a decision, then we'll give you a decision. Phillips looked at the five and said in a deep voice.

"Elder, as an Englishman, since you are always here, then I will naturally obey your dispatch in the future." Joel was the first to express himself.

Although Phillips was expressionless, there was still a hint of smugness in his eyes, and he looked at Princess Amir.

"I haven't thought about this now, but I want to hear Yang Yifeng's decision first, and then think about it?" Amir asked, blinking at Phillips.

Phillips nodded, his gaze turned to Yang Yifeng.

And just as Yang Yifeng was about to speak, Kazuo Watanabe smiled, attracting everyone's attention.