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Chapter 503: Full Marks

Seeing this scene, Yang Feng hurriedly said, "Old poison, where are you going?"

"Go find the Ghost King and snatch back the Tyrannosaurus robe!"

"On the fifteenth day of next month, I will have a decisive battle with that ghost king, and I will definitely snatch it back then, what are you going to do now? His black soul tree will be resurrected soon, aren't you going to die in vain?"

"The surname Yang, you, an outsider, don't understand our belief in the Holy Sect at all. For the sake of the honor of the Holy Religion, we will go to the soup and go to the fire. No matter what, I have to snatch back the Holy Robe of the Sect Leader of this sect!"

The poison king shouted, his face was very firm, and the rest of the people were also desperate.

Looking at their firm backs, Yang Feng's face gradually became gloomy, and he shouted in a low voice: "Stop, give me back." ”

There was no reply, and everyone didn't pay attention to him at all.

"I said stop, are you deaf? As the leader of the Holy Fire Cult, I order you all to come back for me. ”

"You're not a sect leader yet, so you're not qualified to order us!"

"What did you say?"

Touch!

The Poison King sneered without looking back, but only heard a loud bang, smoke and dust, and debris flying in all directions.

The Poison King and the others were shocked, and they turned their heads suddenly, but their eyes suddenly burst out, and their jaws were about to fall off.

I saw that at this moment, Yang Feng's face was full of black qi, and with one punch, he had smashed the walls of their Holy Fire Sect that had gone through tens of thousands of years to pieces, and together with the teachings on it, they were all turned into dust......

Suddenly, everyone present was dumbfounded, as if time had stood still, and turned into stone statues.

After waiting for a while, the Poison King let out a wail and said, "O Mobao from the founding time of the Holy Ancestor, the teachings of our Holy Sect are now completely ruined, woo woo!"

"Holy Ancestor!"

When the rest of the people saw this, they also pounced, and immediately knelt down, crying profusely, as if Yang Feng had dug up their ancestral grave.

Soon, everyone looked at Yang Feng angrily and shouted: "The surname Yang, you dare to destroy the teachings left by the Holy Ancestor back then, you are simply forgetting your ancestors, a great crime of disrespect, you are not qualified to be the leader of our Holy Sect now, you are a sinner of the Holy Sect!"

"Yes, sinners, sinners, sinners......"

As soon as the words fell, the crowd was furious, and everyone was condemning Yang Feng's behavior of deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors.

Yang Feng had a cold face and pursed his lips disdainfully: "Lao Tzu is a sinner? Unworthy of being the leader of your Holy Fire Sect? Do you think Lao Tzu is willing to be the leader of your son of a bitch? A group of unsuccessful things, the teachings handed down by the ancestors should be on the sidelines, and they only know that they are guarding a pile of useless stones, and they are full of formalism, and there is nothing real at all. It is you, not Lao Tzu, who are the sinners of the Holy Flame Sect who have truly forgotten their ancestors and corrupted the great inheritance of the Holy Fire Sect!"

"What did you say?"

"Isn't it?"

The Poison King roared, and when Yang Feng squirted back, he sneered: "Do you still remember what your doctrine says......? Have mercy on the world, and there are many sorrows. Fucking Lao Tzu can memorize it, you can memorize it better than Lao Tzu, and every day you carry it, do you still need to look at this broken stone? But the point is, where do you remember? Ah? Tell me!"

As he spoke, Yang Feng strode in front of the Poison King, stretched out his hand and patted their chests one by one, and asked, "Where is the memory? Where is the memory? Who the hell is going to tell Lao Tzu, where are you remembering?"

Not......

Silent, the poison king didn't know how to reply for a while.

Yang Feng glared at them fiercely, and said earnestly: "When the Holy Ancestor founded the Holy Sect and engraved the doctrine on this stone wall, it was so that you would always remember the doctrine and never forget your original intention. But now, you only regard these external objects as more important than life, but the teachings left by the Holy Ancestor and his old man are not enough to pay lip service. ”

"I told you that I would take that robe in exchange for the lives of thousands of people, but you only stared at that robe, did anyone care about the lives of those innocent people? As a result, you kept emphasizing to me that you couldn't succeed to the throne without that tattered robe. You tell me, is it the tattered robe that is important, or is the life of the world important? Where is the pity in your mouth, where is the pity of the world? Who is the real person who has forgotten his ancestors and destroyed the 10,000-year-old foundation of the Holy Religion?"

Belch!

Smacked their mouths twice, and everyone lowered their heads shamelessly, unable to say a word.

Yang Feng glanced at them with a daze, standing on the commanding heights of morality, despising them fiercely, and slandering them in his heart.

Lao Tzu is really a genius, and it is so easy to scare these fools.

"Wow, that's all right!"

Inside the holy flame, Ouyang Feiying looked at this scene dumbfounded, and couldn't help but let out a long breath and said, "This kid's eloquence is not bad, it's a big turnaround against the wind." What do you think of smashing our things and training our people to be speechless?"

Eight, nine, nine, nine, eight......

The ghost sect leaders didn't speak, and they all took out a sign transformed by the flames and gave their own answers.

Seeing this, Ouyang couldn't help but smile and said: "The average score is 8.9, what a high score, if you exceed the passing line, that is, he will be the sect leader, no problem." Isn't that right, Holy Ancestor?"

"Well, that's good!"

Nodding faintly, the flame phantom couldn't help but chuckle and said, "The reflexes and quibbles are good." As the sect leader, if you don't have this ability, how can you unite the hearts of the sect. But more importantly, he's right. The purpose of an organization from the beginning will slowly change over the years, which is also a process of decay and corruption. He can see through this and attack the ills of this religion. For that, I'll give him 10 points!"

What, ten?

Their faces couldn't help but change in unison, and those ghost sect leaders opened their mouths slightly in disbelief.

After all, they have been ghosts in this holy fire with this Holy Ancestor for tens of thousands of years, and each generation of Sect Masters, they are all selected with the Holy Ancestor before deciding.

But there has never been a sect leader who has been given such a full score by the Holy Ancestor, which shows that this thirty-eighth generation of sect masters, the Holy Lord is quite satisfied.

"Alas, I always thought that after this frizzy boy succeeded to the sect leader, I wouldn't be the one with the lowest score among us, but I didn't expect to be at the bottom!"

Seeing this scene, Ouyang Feiying couldn't help but shake his head helplessly and smiled bitterly.

Soul Tianfang patted him on the shoulder and said with relief: "Ouyang, don't be too discouraged. In fact, you were not a candidate for the sect leader at the beginning, but after the rebirth of that kid was rejected by the Holy Ancestor, he temporarily pulled you to be the heir. So your score of 6.5 is low, just past the passing line, but it is excusable, don't mind too much, anyway, you are just a candidate, and everyone doesn't expect much from you. ”

"Soul Sect Master, you don't have to comfort me. When you say this, I feel even more heartbroken!" Gently patting the back of the soul Tianfang's hand, Ouyang Feiying shook his head with a wry smile.

After a little tour in front of the two of them, the Holy Ancestor suddenly laughed, stood up and said, "Okay, don't be joking, get ready to open the door of the Holy Tomb and welcome the thirty-eighth generation of the sect leader to inherit the holy throne." We believe that the road to the revival of our religion has begun!"

"Obey the decree of the Holy Ancestor!"

All of them bowed, and the ghost sect leaders shouted.