Chapter 447: The results of special training

Outside the gate of the master's bedroom, Yang Xiaoyi and the others waited for a long time, but they didn't see Yang Feng and the others come out. They wondered: What are the third brothers and Senior Poison King preparing inside? Such a long time? "
It is estimated that it is going to get the Heaven and Earth Tyrant Dragon Robe. After all, it is necessary to carry out the ceremony of taking over as the leader. "Wang Batian smiled slightly, already guessing everything.
Mo Shaoqiu's eyes condensed, and he immediately said with excitement: Heaven and Earth Tyrant Robe? Is that the peerless battle robe passed down from generation to generation by the leader of the Holy Flame? Oh, I think that the old man once saw the leader of Ouyang wearing this shirt once, it was quite domineering, there was a feeling of a master of martial arts, and the old man was very impressed. But I didn't expect that a hundred years later, the old man would be able to meet again. It was a real honor. "
Heaven and Earth Tyrant Robe? "
Listening to them with such enthusiasm, and the two highly respected martial arts seniors, when they talk about this robe, they have an expression of yearning and respect. Yang Xiaoyi on the side can't help wondering: What is special about this robe Place? Isn't it just a piece of clothing? No matter how expensive it is, it shouldn't be able to enter the eyes of the two seniors, right? "
No, no, it is not an ordinary robe, but a soldier. "
War soldiers? "
The twelfth-rank top defensive soldiers can block more than 90% of the damage caused by any warfare technique in the world! "
What, 90%? "
hiss!
Unable to take a breath, Yang Xiaoyi couldn't help being completely shocked.
If this robe can block any attack from the opponent and cause more than 90% of the damage, it would be too bad. The remaining 10% of the attack, even if the opponent is more powerful, as long as the cultivation base is similar, he can resist it with his own defensive power.
Wouldn't the person who put on this robe the invincible existence of the same cultivation level, who could never be injured?
Yang Xiaoyi was shocked by the twelfth-rank warrior. Wang Batian smiled and continued: This battle robe was the twenty-seventh leader of the religion at that time, and was regarded as the state religion and the lord of the world by the ten empires. When, together to create. The fabric is all made of gold silk, and nine dragon souls are sealed inside, which can attack and defend and protect the owner. Between words and deeds, he comes with the domineering world and the powerful dragon, no one dares to look directly at it. "
At that time, this sect was really majestic and majestic, and the scenery was infinite. It's a pity that afterwards, the warlords came together, and the religion gradually declined. When Director Ouyang came, only one or two empires were still willing to adopt the religion as the state religion, but there was also a tendency to get rid of it. Especially in the end, the black soul tree created by the ghost king Pingbai for no reason made this sect be enemies on all sides and became the demon sect that everyone shouted. Since then, it has fallen apart and is no longer in the past. It is sad, sigh. "
Wang Batian shook his head and sighed. Yang Xiaoyi nodded slightly, empathizing.
The Yang family's Patriarch passed away early. Although they didn't attract so many powerful enemies, they were also excluded and cast a lot of eyes. He also felt it.
Only those who have experienced the sadness of the family's prosperity and decline can feel it.
Master, don’t run so fast, pay attention to your manners! "
Suddenly, a loud shout rang out.
Everyone raised their brows, and they all looked into the depths of the palace together, with the light of expectation in their eyes, and finally came out.
Especially after Mo Shaoqiu took a deep look at Yang Xiaoyi, he chuckled lightly: Second Lord, you have to be optimistic, don't look at the Patriarch who is usually irritable and frizzy. But people rely on clothes, horses and saddles, and put on this Tyrannosaurus robe. The owner of the family is absolutely majestic and majestic. Back then, the old man saw the leader of Ouyang wearing this robe to enter and leave the martial arts conference, it is really unforgettable for a lifetime. "
Is it! "
Hearing what he said, Yang Xiaoyi smiled and looked forward to her eyes brightly.
Although Wang Batian on the side is not dealing with Yang Feng, he is still staring at the deep palace gate at this moment, and he has to admit: As long as the man wearing this Tyrannical Robe raises his hands and feet, All are surrounded by dragon souls, looking at the world. It is estimated that this is the time when the old man looks at this kid the most pleasing to his eyes, hum! "
Since even Master said so...
As soon as his ears moved, Yang Xiaoyi's fists tightened slightly, and he became even more excited.
Third brother, let second brother see your power over the world.
Huh!
However, just when the three of them were all staring at the door with expectation, they suddenly saw a dark shadow passing by. Yang Feng put his robe with both hands, and ran out laughing all the way, without any demeanor. In any case, there was only a strong atmosphere of nouveau riche, rushing toward him.
Hahaha... this dress is so handsome. Brother, do you think I'm cool now? "
Master, manners, have you forgotten how the old man usually teaches? Don't push the robe up to your waist, walk slowly, take one step and take a half step, oops... Why don't you forget all about it now, alas! "
The Poison King was chasing after him, teaching with all his heart.
Uh!
Their cheeks couldn't help but flicked. Seeing this scene, Yang Xiaoyi and the others all bowed their heads and sighed helplessly. As expected, the third brother was still the same, nothing changed, so self-willed.
Wang Batian smiled coldly, and said with disdain: Cut, don't look like a prince wearing a dragon robe. I said earlier that they must have given the wrong decree to the old poison. Where is this girl like the leader? "
At the same time, in the Holy Fire Hall of the Holy Fire, all the high-level members of the Church have assembled, and they are divided into two rows, waiting to welcome the leader of the Holy Spirit.
The dead king stood beside the sacred fire with a solemn expression, waiting for the poison king to return to perform the ceremony.
In the blazing flames, more than 30 pairs of illusory eyes were also staring at the gate, looking forward to the arrival of the new leader.
Ta Ta Ta!
In a short while, Poison King trot all the way to the hall, and Wang Batian, Yang Xiaoyi and Mo Shaoqiu also walked in. It's just that they were standing on both sides with the congregation, while the Poison King stepped onto the stage, standing beside the holy fire, standing side by side with the corpse king, presiding over the ceremony.
Old poison, the leader is going well, for the first time in a hundred years, the leader takes over as the ceremony. Don't smash it. This is related to the prestige of the new leader in the future. "
Oh, God bless you. "
What is God bless? Isn't something going on over there? "With a stare, the king of the dead stared at him fiercely.
The Poison King didn't speak, just pondered a little, and suddenly roared, and officially began the succession ceremony: the succession ceremony of the sacred leader. From now on, I have invited the 38th leader of the sect, Yang Feng, to pass on the holy fire! "
Huh!
As soon as the voice fell, the surrounding congregation immediately knelt down on one knee, staring at the entrance of the hall with their eyes tightly looking forward and admiring.
Ho Ho Ho!
Long chants continued, coming one after another.
Immediately afterwards, as a group of twenty-eight-year-old girls cleared the way, Yang Feng dressed in the Heaven and Earth Tyrant Robe with a solemn and solemn expression, and walked in step by step. Although his steps are not very big, he is very calm. It seems to be able to step on everything in the world.
That faint domineering, immediately made everyone present, just one glance, they all surrendered.
Nine golden dragon souls surrounded him, as if they shared the Lord of Heaven and Earth.
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At this moment, Yang Feng's whole body truly revealed the majesty of the Ninth Five-Year Lord.
Yang Xiaoyi and Mo Shaoqiu looked up, and their hearts were full of passion, and their Patriarch finally transformed into a generation of hegemons.
Even if Wang Batian, who had always looked down on him before, didn't feel a little stunned at this time, I had to admit from the bottom of my heart that this girl was really a kind of leader, not in the manner of Ouyang back then.
The Poison King and the Corpse King were even more excited and comforted.
This brat doesn't pay attention to the rehearsal, and always goes wrong. But in formal occasions, it really gives us a long face. It's not wasted that our hard training for him this month has finally shown the style of the leader, ha ha ha.