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Chapter 465: Give Me This Robe

Staring at Yang Feng on the opposite side tightly, there were bursts of voices from his subordinates in his ears, the ghost king's face was gloomy, but he suddenly smiled, and he smiled very evilly, shook his head and said: "No, you are not, you are fake, they can't support you as the sect leader." ”

"How is it impossible? Don't you see the Holy Robe of the Sect Master here?"

"What if you wear the Holy Robe of the Sect Master? You have only been in the Holy Fire Sect for a month, but you are just an outsider, you don't even know the doctrine, you can't memorize everything, what qualifications do you have to be the Sect Master? I still know the backbone of those two old guys. No matter how much you coerce and entic, they will not be able to support you as the leader. You must have robbed this dress. ”

"Hey, how do you know I robbed this dress?"

Raising his eyebrows, Yang Feng immediately said angrily: "This is what they gave me to wear when I attended the coronation ceremony of the sect leader." ”

"Fart, I don't know your criminal record? ”

"What have you asked? What do I have a criminal record?"

"You like to steal other people's clothes, known as pickpocketing. When he was in southern Xinjiang, he stripped the clothes of the two generals of Dugujun and Yelujun, as well as the clothes of their son. When I came to the capital, I picked up the armor of the commander of the Royal Forest Army in the palace, and later even the dragon soul armor of the five old guys in the iron suit was also picked up by you. It's rumored throughout the palace that you have a habit of collecting clothes, and you can collect all kinds of clothes, aren't you?"

"Uh, this ......"

Seeing that this ghost king had revealed his old bottom, Yang Feng couldn't help but touch his nose with some embarrassment, and said with a smile: "Didn't I see that their clothes are quite chic, so I borrowed them to watch them, why did I get the nickname of a pickpocketing maniac." Misunderstanding, proper misunderstanding, hehehe. ”

Swish!

As soon as the words fell, the nine golden dragons around Yang Feng returned to the tyrannosaurus robe, and they seemed to feel that the fact that this master did it was too embarrassing, what kind of thing did by a generation of overlords, they couldn't afford to lose that person.

Even if you rob a woman, it's better than snatching clothes, it's too obscene.

Ji Shishi on the side also rolled her eyes helplessly and sighed lightly.

Oops, it's really their master, handsome for only three seconds. What a big person, no one is watching, you can do anything, you have nothing to do with snatching people's clothes, alas.

Yue'er couldn't stop covering her mouth and snickering, although their master has the appearance of a hegemon, his heart is still as innocent as a child, it's really funny, hehehe.

When the ghost king heard him say this, he confirmed that his sect leader was a fake, and gradually puffed up his chest, without his previous timidity, and said evilly: "Yang Daxia, no matter what, your habit of collecting other people's clothes is ironclad. Your sect leader's robe must have been snatched. ”

"Oh no, this is really the old poison they wore when I took over as the sect leader. ”

"Impossible, if you really inherit the position of sect leader, show me your holy fire!"

"Huh?"

With a twitch of his face, Yang Feng couldn't help but hesitate a little.

The Ghost King smiled coldly, and immediately said with disdain: "Passing on the throne first, the successive leaders of my Holy Sect, when they take over, they will inherit the Holy Flame from the Holy Mound. If you really inherit the position of the sect leader, you should have the holy fire, but you should take it out and show it to the old man? If you can take out the holy fire, I will admit that you are the holy master of my sect, and bow down to you. ”

"That's what you said. ”

"Yes, I did. ”

"A gentleman's word!"

"It's hard to chase a horse!"

"Good!"

With a loud shout, Yang Feng swept around the crowd with a squint, then raised a finger to the sky and said solemnly: "Audience, the time has come to witness the miracle." The flame of the Holy Fire Sect is rare to see in a hundred years. Don't blink, you don't see it in the blink, that's your loss. I'll just show you a look, and you'll have to charge for any more. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone present stared at his fingers, and when they heard him say so mysteriously, they all unconsciously raised their curiosity.

The Holy Fire Sect's Holy Flame is famous all over the world, but how powerful it is, they have never seen it before, so this time it can be regarded as an eye-opener.

Call!

Suddenly, a muffled sound sounded, and a small fireball burst into flames on Yang Feng's fingers, and it was Yang Feng who used his first-level magic technique, the Fireball Technique.

"See, this is the Holy Fire, I haven't seen it, this time it's an eye-opener, hum. ”

Belch!

The cheeks couldn't help but twitch in unison, and everyone suddenly rolled their eyes.

Big brother, if you put a fire spell casually, it will be regarded as a holy fire, and you are all earth leopards from the mountains, and you have no knowledge.

The ghost king couldn't help laughing even more, and said with a look of disdain: "Yang Daxia, are you also a holy fire, it's just a small fireball, if this is also a holy fire, then you are too underestimating the inheritance of our Holy Fire Sect for tens of thousands of years." ”

Wow!

As he spoke, the ghost king also raised a finger, and a touch of hot golden mangden burned on the tip of his finger. The scorching temperature immediately made the small fireball in Yang Feng's hand tremble, and finally with a bang, the small fireball burst open, turned into a little fire, and drifted into the golden light on the ghost king's finger, and merged into it.

The corners of his mouth curled up in a smug arc, and the ghost king said with a proud face: "This is our holy fire, the king of all fires, the flame that will never be extinguished, and your ordinary fireball is a world of difference......

Call!

However, before he could finish his words, a cold wind blew, and the golden flame on the ghost king's finger was blown out in one fell swoop.

Pouting his lips with disdain, Yang Feng couldn't help but sneer: "What kind of flame that will never be extinguished, isn't this extinguished, cut!"

Belch!

With a twitch of his face, the Ghost King couldn't help but purse his mouth in frustration, and then scolded loudly: "Yang Daxia, I know that you have the energy of the earth-level ice system, and you can extinguish my holy fire." But don't be complacent, after all, you still don't have the Holy Fire, so you are not the leader of my Holy Fire Sect. ”

"No, no, I'm not rare, huh!"

Pouting disdainfully, rolling his eyes, Yang Feng raised his nostrils proudly.

When the ghost king saw this, he was so angry that he jumped to his feet: "I'm not saying that you are rare, but you are not my sect leader, so you can't wear this dress." ”

"I can't wear it, who can?"

"I'll wear it!"

As soon as he straightened up, the ghost king shouted, his eyes staring at the tyrannosaurus robe, his eyes shining with naked desire.

Thinking that he is a ghost king who has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes all his life, he is not lustful, not good for money, and not good for power, and the only knot in his heart is the position of the leader of the Holy Fire Sect.

Especially this tyrannosaurus robe that symbolized the identity of the Holy Sect leader, he had wanted to wear it for a long time, but he never had the opportunity.

Now seeing that Yang Feng actually snatched this robe from the Holy Fire Sect General Altar, his eyes immediately lit up, and an eager sense of covetousness arose in his heart, and he shouted: "Yang Daxia, you make a price, give me this robe." ”