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Chapter 448: Rejected

"This kid has changed quite a lot in January, and the two Dharma Kings have put a lot of thought into it!"

"Yes, the frizzy bastard boy at the beginning has now become calm and domineering, at least the face of our Holy Sect can be taken out!"

"I think this kid is passing the test now, what do you think?"

"Uh-huh-hmm......"

......

In a scorching space, a group of illusory figures, staring closely at a huge flame in front of them, Yang Feng's calm eyes, discussing with each other.

Finally, everyone looked at the figure behind them who was sitting lazily on a burning throne, bowed and bowed, "Holy Ancestor, what do you mean?"

"It's a reality!"

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the man couldn't help but sigh softly: "What this seat wants to see, not this!"

The body shook, and everyone looked at each other, all confused.

Isn't this what the Holy Ancestor wants to see, what is it? Isn't this the one that the Holy Ancestor meant, who specially trained him for a month of etiquette, and finally produced results?

Without speaking, the Holy Ancestor just looked listlessly at the ceremony in front of him as the sect leader took over the ceremony, and there was no half joy in his eyes.

At the same time, the succession ceremony was still going on, Yang Feng walked forward with a noble look, and the people around him were also full of admiration and expectation, but suddenly.

Ahh

A sneeze couldn't stop squirting out, Yang Feng's body staggered, his snot bubbled, and the nine dragon souls around him snorted, all of them retracted into the tyrannosaurus robe, and they didn't come out.

It seems that Yang Feng sneezes on such a grand occasion, which is too embarrassing, and they don't want to lose this face with him.

"Hey, where's my dragon? Come out, what do you mean by all retracting?"

Yang Feng also lost his calmness and grace just now because of this accident, and instantly returned to the prototype, turning back and forth, and his temperament was completely gone.

Belch!

With a twitch of cheeks, the Poison King and the Corpse King glanced at each other, and both shook their heads with wry smiles.

Alas, they should have thought that they had been satisfied with him too soon, and this girl was only handsome for three seconds.

Yang Xiaoyi and the others also stroked their foreheads helplessly, sighed and shook their heads.

The third brother is the third brother, you can't deal with it with common sense, there will always be this kind of accident, and you will recover your nature in an instant.

The rest of the congregation also looked at me and I looked at you, and then smiled awkwardly.

Anyway, this new leader is really funny, approachable, no frame at all, just this majesty...... Gee!

Many people were already covering their mouths and snickering, and some were even more bustling, and the whole venue began to be noisy.

The poison king's eyes widened, and he roared: "Be quiet, laugh at something, be serious." The sect leader takes over the ceremony, how can it be child's play?"

"Yes, Lao Tzu is taking over as the sect leader, it's okay to give face, don't laugh. If you want to laugh, you can wait until the ceremony is over. At least laugh behind my back, don't let me hear it, and count it as your respect for me as a new sect leader!"

Burst!

Yang Feng wanted to follow along to maintain order in the field, but as soon as he said this, he couldn't help but make the people below laugh again.

Seeing this, the Poison King was so anxious that he stomped his feet: "Oh, my sect leader, don't talk at this time." Even if you want to say it, you should be serious, with a little momentum, and don't let the people below underestimate you. ”

"Hey, they're all their own people, what kind of momentum do you want. I usually have such an amiable relationship with my family. Although I am the master, I never put on a show, and this is also my merit, hehe. ”

Burst!

As soon as these words came out, everyone below couldn't help but laugh even more.

The Poison King's face sank, and the black lines on his whole head fell.

When Yang Feng saw it, he couldn't help but shrug his shoulders with a smile, covered his mouth, and muttered, "Okay, I won't talk about it, okay, then which step should we take next?"

"Inheritance of the Holy Flame, open the door of the Holy Tomb!"

His face was gloomy, and when the Poison King saw that it had reached such a point, that the ceremony had been chaotic, and that there was no room for redemption, he immediately broke the jar and broke it, and continued with a hard head, and roared: "The sect leader stepped forward, worshiped the Holy Ancestor, and inherited the Holy Fire." ”

Wow!

As soon as the words fell, the Poison King and the Corpse King immediately stood on both sides, and fell to their knees.

The rest of the crowd immediately restrained their smiles, their eyes were solemn, and they shouted in unison: "The raging flames burn my body, what joy is life, and what is the pain of death......

And with the recitation of the teachings of the sect members, Yang Feng's eyes froze, and he walked towards the high platform with a serious face, came to the holy fire, clasped his hands into fists, and bowed down.

Call!

However, his body had not bent down ninety degrees, but when he heard a muffled sound, the raging flames in front of him actually went straight down, disappeared, and extinguished.

Seeing this scene, everyone present couldn't help but be stunned and watched all this in disbelief.

How could it be...... The Holy Flame rejected Sect Leader Yang?

This shouldn't be, Sect Leader Yang is the heir appointed by the Holy Ancestor, how could the Holy Flame refuse? Could it be because Sect Leader Yang had just lost his honor at the succession ceremony, which made the Holy Flame dissatisfied?

Looking at each other, the Poison King and the Corpse King were both shocked and suspicious, and everyone below also heard a burst of information, and began to doubt the identity of Yang Feng, the heir.

And Yang Feng didn't know why, so he came to the pedestal of the holy flame and knocked on it: "Hey, how did the fire go out? Did you not add fuel in time? When the fire is finished, who has a lighter, bring some firewood, and then burn it again!"

Still, dead still.

At this time, everyone's expressions were extremely serious, and no one smiled at his joke.

Because in the hearts of all the people of the Holy Fire Sect, the Holy Fire is solemn and solemn, and it cannot be desecrated.

So Yang Feng's joke did not resonate with everyone.

Glancing deeply at everyone below, Yang Feng also felt this heavy atmosphere, and couldn't help but look at the poison king again and muttered, "Old poison, this is ...... What should I do?"

"Teach...... Uh, no, Young Master Yang!"

Taking a deep breath, the Poison King immediately changed his title, stepped forward, stretched out his hand to untie his robe, and said with a smile: "It seems that now is not the time for Yang Gongzi to take over the position of sect leader, let's take our time, don't worry." Wait for us to train the etiquette for another year and a half, and then we will take over, and then this holy flame will definitely identify with Yang Gongzi's identity as the sect leader, hehehe!"

"What? Another year and a half of training? Do I have that time?"

couldn't help but be shocked, Yang Feng screamed, then took a deep look at the two dishonest thin palms of the Poison King, and shouted, "Also, hey, what are you doing, why are you undressing me?"

"Young Master Yang, since you failed the Holy Flame certification, then you can't wear this Tyrannosaurus robe, let's wear it again when you get certified next time, good!"

"What, can't you wear it?"

Suddenly waved his arm, and distanced himself from the old poison, Yang Feng said with a squint: "Lao Tzu has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for more than a year, and only Lao Tzu has ever untied other people's clothes, and no one has ever untied Lao Tzu's clothes, except for my wife." The clothes that are all worn on Lao Tzu's body, and you want Lao Tzu to take them off? Hmph, no way! Lao Tie's dragon soul armor, I haven't returned it yet, I want Lao Tzu to return your favorite tyrannosaurus robe? you!"

Saying that, Yang Feng had already run off the high platform in a puff of smoke, and ran away, leaving the old poison and the corpse king on the stage, stunned.

Belch...... Is this a robbery? too scoundrel......