Chapter 448: Rejected

This kid has changed quite a bit between January, and the two French kings took a lot of thought! "
Yes, the frizzy at the beginning is now calm and domineering, at least the face of our sacred church can be shown! "
I think this kid has passed the test for now, what do you think? "
Hmm..."
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In a space where flames were burning, a group of illusory figures stared at Yang Feng's calm eyes in the huge flame directly in front, discussing with each other.
Finally, everyone looked at the figure sitting lazily on a throne of burning flames behind them, bowed and said: Lord Saint Ancestor, what do you mean? "
It's imaginary! "
He narrowed his eyes, and the man couldn't help but sighed slightly: This is not what I want to see! "
The body shook, everyone looked at each other, all at a loss.
Master Saint Ancestor is not looking at this, what is that? This is not according to Master Shengzu's intention, after a month of special training in his etiquette, finally yielded results?
Without speaking, the saint ancestor just looked listlessly at the ceremony of the leader taking over the ceremony in front of him, and there was no light of joy in his eyes.
At the same time, the succession ceremony was still going on, Yang Feng walked forward with noble air, and everyone around him was full of admiration and expectation, but suddenly.
Sneez!
A sneeze, could not stop squirting out, Yang Feng staggered, his nose bubbled, and the nine dragon souls around him screamed, all of them retracted into the Tyrannical Robe and could not come out.
It seemed that it was too shameful for Yang Feng to sneeze on such a solemn occasion. They didn't want to lose this face with him.
Huh, where is my dragon? Come out, what does it mean to retract? "
Because of this accident, Yang Feng suddenly lost the calmness and grace he had just now, and instantly returned to the prototype, turning around, his temperament was gone.
Uh!
With a twitch of face, the poison king and the dead king looked at each other, and both shook their heads with wry smiles.
Alas, they should have thought that it was too early to be satisfied with him just now, this girl is only three seconds handsome.
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 treat it with common sense. There will always be such an accident, and you will instantly restore your nature.
The rest of the church members also looked at me one by one, I looked at yours, and then smiled awkwardly.
By the way, this new leader is really funny, approachable, without airs at all, but this majesty is...tsk!
Many people were already covering their mouths and snickered, and some were bustling, and the whole venue began to become noisy.
The Poison King stared at him, and roared: It's all quiet, just smile, be serious. How can it be trifling for the leader to take over the ceremony? "
Yes, Lao Tzu is taking over as the leader, is it okay to give face, don't laugh. If you want to laugh, you can wait until the ceremony is over. At least smile behind my back, don't you let me hear it? It's also your respect for me, the new leader! "
puff!
Yang Feng wanted to follow along to maintain order on the court, but he just said this, and couldn't help but amused the crowd below.
Seeing this, the Poison King suddenly stomped his feet in a hurry: Oh, my lord, please stop talking at this time. Even if you want to say, you should be more serious, with a little momentum, don't let the people below look down on you. "
Hey, they are all their own, what kind of momentum do you want? My family and I are usually so amiable. Although I am the master, I never put on airs. This is my advantage, hehe. "
puff!
As soon as this remark came out, everyone below couldn't help laughing more happily.
The Poison King's face sank, and the entire black line fell.
When Yang Feng saw it, he couldn't help laughing and shrugging his shoulders, covering his mouth, and muttering: Okay, I won't say anything, let's go, then which step should we take next? "
Inheritance of the sacred flame, open the door to the holy mound! "
His complexion was gloomy, and the Poison King saw that he had reached such a point, the ceremony was chaotic, and there was no room for recovery. He immediately broke the jar and went on bitterly. "
Wow!
As soon as the voice fell, the poison king and the dead king immediately stood on both sides, and knelt down together.
The rest of the people also immediately reduced their smiles, their eyes solemnly, and shouted in unison: blazing flames, burning my body; how happy is life, and why death..."
With the chanting of the teachings, Yang Feng's eyes condensed, and he walked to the high platform with a serious face, came to the sacred fire, clasped his fists in both hands, bowed and bowed.
call!
However, his body hadn't been bent down ninety degrees, but when he heard a muffled sound, the raging flames in front of him went straight down, disappeared, and turned off.
Seeing this, everyone present couldn't help being stunned, watching all this in disbelief.
How could it... The Holy Fire rejected Master Yang?
This shouldn't be it. The Master Yang is the heir appointed by the Holy Ancestor. How could the Holy Fire refuse? Could it be that the incident of Guru Yang's ignorance at the succession ceremony made the Holy Fire dissatisfied?
Looking at each other, both the Poison King and the Dead King were both shocked and suspicious, and everyone from below also heard waves of Xisui, who began to doubt the identity of Yang Feng as the heir.
And Yang Feng is also unknown, so Kuan Kuan came to the pedestal of the holy flame and knocked: Huh? How did the fire go out? Did you fail to add fuel in time? The fire is over? Who has a lighter, bring some more firewood and light it up again! "
Quiet, deadly quiet.
At this time, everyone's expressions were extremely serious, and no one showed a half smile because of his joke.
Because in the hearts of all people of the Holy Fire, the Holy Fire is solemn and no desecration is allowed.
So Yang Feng's joke did not resonate with everyone.
Taking a deep look at the people below, Yang Feng also felt the heavy atmosphere, and couldn't help but look at the Poison King and muttered: Old Poison, what...what should I do? "
Teach...Uh no, Young Master! "
After taking a deep breath, the Poison King immediately changed his name, and went forward, stretched out his hand to untie his robe, and smiled brightly: It seems that it is not the time when Young Master Yang takes over as the leader, let’s take your time, don’t anxious. When we re-train the etiquette of the last year and a half, we will take over again. By then, the torch will definitely recognize Young Master Yang as the leader, ha ha ha! "
what? Need to train for another year or a half? Do i have that time? "
Unable to lose his color, Yang Feng screamed, then took a deep look at the two dishonest skinny palms of Poison King, and shouted: Also, hello, what are you doing, why are you my clothes? "
Young Master, since your torch certification has failed, you can't wear this Tyrannosaurus robe. Let's wear it when you next certification. "
What can't you wear? "
With a sudden swing of his arm, he distanced himself from the old poison. Yang Feng said with a stern look: Lao Tzu has been in the rivers and lakes for more than a year, and Lao Tzu has never been the only one to untie other people's clothes. No one has ever untied Lao Tzu's clothes. Except for my wife. Do you want Lao Tzu to take off all the clothes worn on Lao Tzu? Humph, no way! Lao Tie's Dragon Soul Armor, I haven't returned yet. Want Lao Tzu to return your favorite Tyrannosaurus Robe? Go to you! "
As he said, Yang Feng ran off the high platform and ran away, leaving the old poison and the dead king on the stage in a daze.
Uh... is this a robbery? It's too rascal...