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Chapter 502: Return to the Holy Fire Sect

Shout!

A quarter of an hour later, a flash of red light fell on the position of the main altar of the Holy Fire Sect, and Yang Feng's figure reappeared in this place.

When the disciples of the General Altar saw him, they couldn't help but bow down and clench their fists in unison: "Sect Leader Yang...... Uh, no, Young Master Yang, you're back!"

"Well, where are they now, old poison?"

"In the Great Hall of the Holy Fire!"

"Got it!"

Nodding lightly, Yang Feng was also familiar with this place, said hello to everyone, and hurriedly went to find the poison king.

When I came to the Holy Fire Hall, I saw that the two old guys, the Poison King and the Corpse King, once again led the high-ranking members of the whole sect, kneeling in front of the Holy Fire, reciting the teachings with a reverent face, just like worshipping.

"The raging fire burns my body, what joy is life, and what is the pain of death......"

"Old poison!"

Suddenly, Yang Feng interrupted them with a loud shout, ran in with excitement on his face, and shouted: "Are you free now, immediately carry out the succession ceremony of the sect leader, I want to enter the holy tomb." I promise to walk well this time and stop sneezing!"

"Young Master Yang, are you back?"

"Hey, this kid is back again, let's come and see if he can pass this time!"

Looking at this familiar face, the Poison King's eyes lit up, and he stopped chanting, and in the scorching flames, Ouyang shouted, and all those illusory heroic spirits appeared, staring at it tightly, and a wicked smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

Eventually, the kid came back.

"Holy Ancestor, let's just let him pass this time, after all, my sect has not had a sect leader for a hundred years. If it continues like this, the dragons will be leaderless, and the Holy Sect will collapse!"

The Heroic Spirits looked at the flame phantom sitting in the middle, but the shadow kept staring in the direction of the hall in front of them, silent, as if thinking about something.

At this time, the two poison kings led everyone to greet them, first looked at Yang Feng up and down with a look of surprise, and then their faces stiffened, and they shouted: "Young Master Yang, where is the Tyrannosaurus robe? What about the Sect Leader of my sect, the Tyrannosaurus robe?

"Uh, this ......"

His heart was stagnant, Yang Feng smacked his mouth twice, and said with a smile: "My ...... The Tyrannosaurus robe, it's dirty, I took it to dry clean it, and I can't get it back for a while. Let's carry out the succession ceremony of the sect leader first, and after two days of washing, I will get it back. ”

His face sank, and the Poison King's heart suddenly tightened, and he shouted, "Young Master Yang, can you stop making nonsense." The Naba dragon robe is a sacred relic of my religion, a top soldier of the twelve grades, how can it be casually contaminated by worldly stolen goods? Tell me the truth, what the hell did you do with me teaching the Tyrannosaurus robe?"

"Uh, that ......"

Scratching his head, Yang Feng saw that this old man couldn't be fooled, so he had no choice but to laugh dryly, and said hesitantly: "I...... I took it and exchanged a few hostages with the Ghost King!"

"What? You gave it to the traitor of the Ghost King?"

"Old poison, don't worry, I'm not here to save people!"

When the Poison King heard this, his body immediately shook, and he rarely let out a furious voice at Yang Feng. Yang Feng was so frightened that he couldn't help waving his hand again and again: "At that time, there was really no way, he and his subordinates abused thousands of people in the palace, I really couldn't look at it, so I made a deal with him." To be honest, this deal is still worth it, and I saved tens of thousands of lives......"

"Worth a fart!"

Before he could finish speaking, the Poison King interrupted him with a direct roar, and his eyes were red with anger: "Young Master Yang, the dragon robe is the holy robe of the sect leader, representing the supreme authority of the sect leader. The whole church, in order to protect this robe, can fight for everyone's lives. Such a precious treasure, you just casually take it to trade with others, you are chilling the hearts of all the disciples in the whole sect, are you still worthy of being our sect leader?"

The Poison King was roaring, not giving Yang Feng any face at all, nor taking into account his terrifying strength, which showed that he was really angry.

Seeing this, the rest of the people also stared at Yang Feng with a gloomy face, and there was no longer the kindness they had before.

Even though he was the next heir of the Holy Ancestor Heroic Spirit, he traded the treasures that everyone in the sect respected, which was clearly not taking the sincerity of the people of the sect to the Holy Sect in mind.

How can such a person be worthy to be the leader?

For a while, everyone fell apart, and the enthusiasm for the fact that the sect was finally going to have another leader for a hundred years instantly dissipated.

People are very disappointed with Yang Feng's childish approach.

Ahh

Looking at this scene, all the heroic spirits in the holy flame also shook their heads helplessly and sighed, and began to understand the rate.

"It's troublesome now, the sect leader is detached from morality, how to get on the throne!"

"It's just a tattered piece of clothing, but the sect members take it very seriously, it's a treasure, even the sect leader can't move it casually, now he is angry with the crowd, how can it end?"

"In fact, this Tyrannosaurus robe has only been handed down from the thirty-third generation, and it is not a holy relic that has been passed down in this religion. The reason why the congregation sees it so important is entirely because it was presented by the ten great empires when the religion was the co-owner of the ten empires, representing the glory of the religion. What the congregation values is the glorious times of those years. This Yang Sect Leader has not yet come to power, and he has resisted this glorious era, which is tantamount to the behavior of a loser, no wonder everyone is angry, he shattered everyone's dreams, alas!"

......

The ghosts were discussing, and finally they all looked at the Holy Ancestor, bowed down and said, "Holy Ancestor, what do you think?"

"I'll sit and watch!"

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and the flaming phantom stared at this tense scene tightly, and muttered: "The reason why the sect leader is the sect leader, the master of a sect, is not because of a dead thing, but because of the ability to unite people's hearts. Today's incident is the biggest test for this kid, this is no longer a matter of giggling, just explain it twice and get past it. If he can even pass this hurdle, then he is the real master, with or without our approval. Otherwise...... Hehehe!"

Chuckling, the Holy Ancestor didn't say anything, just continued to watch.

The rest of the crowd was also watching all of this as things continued to unfold.

Silent, Yang Feng also felt the heaviness of the atmosphere of the scene, as well as the coldness of the people around him. If it weren't for the fact that they were the heirs appointed by the Holy Ancestor, they would probably kill themselves if they fought for their lives.

Licking his somewhat dry lips, Yang Feng seemed to realize that he had made a big mistake, and couldn't help but scratch his head helplessly, and said with a smile: "That...... Can't we do it without that robe......?

"Still want to take over?"

Glaring at him fiercely, the poison king gritted his teeth and said, "When you get the tyrannosaurus robe back, it's not too late for you to take over." Now, you're not qualified to be the leader of our Holy Fire Sect, let's go!"

After speaking, the Poison King had already turned around directly and was about to leave, and the rest of the people followed closely......