Chapter 123 The Three Saints of the Vulture Palace

On the top of Xiangyang Castle.

Three figures stand in the wind.

They have old faces and deep-set eyebrows. They are all dressed in black robes, with a pair of eagles with spread wings embroidered on the front and back.

"Who are the three of you? Why are you here in Xiangyang City?"

The new leader of the Beggar Clan, Lu Youjiao, stepped forward to ask questions.

"The three of us are the Holy Envoys of the Vulture Palace!"

The tallest old man among the three people cupped his fists and cupped his hands.

He spoke slowly and somewhat politely.

Vulture Palace?

Huang Rong's heart trembled.

Lingjiu Palace is a transcendent force in the martial arts world of the Western Regions, with hundreds of sects under it.

Thirty-six holes and seventy-two islands have been enslaved by them for hundreds of years, but they have never been able to resist.

There are two palace masters in Lingjiu Palace, and they have not been out of the world for a long time.

It is rumored that the martial arts of those two are unfathomable and are above the Five Ultimate Skills!

Huang Rong learned a secret. The previous lord of Lingjiu Palace, named Lu, had fought with Wang Chongyang in private.

Wang Chongyang, who is known as the best martial artist in the world, was defeated within thirty moves and lost to the old lord!

It's just that Lingjiu Palace rarely sets foot in the martial arts world of the Central Plains, and few people in the world know about them.

The three holy envoys of the Lingjiu Palace stood calmly on the city wall. Their skills were obviously far superior to their own, and I was afraid that Brother Jing would not be able to deal with them either.

"Now my beggar gang has a happy event to attend, so I would like to ask the three of you to leave!"

Lu Youjiao held his head high and spoke solemnly, showing the demeanor of a generation leader.

At his level, he has never heard of the name of Lingjiu Palace.

He guessed that this should be a sect from the Western Regions, but for some reason they went to the Central Plains to run wild!

As the leader of the Beggar Clan, how can I allow them to be so presumptuous?

Just as he was about to step forward and scold him, Lu Youjiao saw Huang Rong holding him back.

"Gang Leader Lu, the other party has a lot of background, don't underestimate him."

Lu Youjiao paused in his heart, thinking that he had just finished pretending to be cool and was about to be slapped in the face?

"The beggars gang is so impressive!"

One of the thin holy envoys sneered: "The largest martial arts gang in the Central Plains has a short-sighted person. It's really ridiculous!"

Lu Youjiao blushed for a while, but fortunately his skin was dark and others could not see his blush.

"So it's you three?"

Ouyang Feng recognized the Three Holy Envoys and gave them a cold look.

With a slight exertion on his feet, Ouyang Feng slowly jumped to the top of the city as if he were ascending a ladder, only one foot away from the three holy envoys of Lingjiu Palace.

"Today is the wedding day of my adopted son. If you three have something to do, come back another day, so don't bother me!"

He recognized that these three holy envoys were the registered disciples of Lu Xuemei, the old master of Lingjiu Palace, known as the "Three Saints of Wind and Thunder Cloud" of Tianshan.

In the martial arts world of the Western Regions, the Three Sages of Tianshan Mountain are also all-powerful figures.

"Ouyang Feng, others are afraid of your poison, but we are not!"

The face of Lu Feng, the "Three Saints of Tianshan", became serious and solemn, and he stared at Ouyang Feng with sharp eyes.

"These three people are so brave. They dare to speak like this to Xidu? Aren't they afraid of being beaten to death?"

"What is the origin of this Vulture Palace?"

In fact, Ouyang Feng was well aware of the power of Lingjiu Palace.

Baituo Mountain seems to be the king and hegemon in the Western Region, but in front of the Lingjiu Palace, it can only be humble and coy.

When Ouyang Feng became famous in the Western Regions, Lu Xuemei, the master of the Lingjiu Palace, was proud of the world of martial arts with her unparalleled grace. The Ming Sect, the Shaolin of the Western Regions, the Tianshan Sect, and the Vajra Sect were all overwhelmed by her.

Not to mention that Ouyang Feng alone, even if he had all five talents, he might not be her match.

It was just because that Lord Lu was the direct disciple of Tong Lao from Tianshan Mountain, and was personally trained by Emperor Duan Immortal.

In the past, Ouyang Feng would never dare to offend Lingjiu Palace.

Now!

Hehe, there is an ancestor Duan in the background, I'm afraid of a bird!

Even if Lord Lu came back from the dead and came here in person, Ouyang Feng was not afraid!

At worst, please come out of the backstage!

"I advise you three to leave quickly, otherwise my young master will be alarmed and everything will be difficult to say!"

"Ouyang Feng, you have a bad tone. I haven't seen you for many years, but I don't know if your martial arts has improved!"

When they were young, they often fought against each other, and they would fight whenever they disagreed.

"Come on, I'm afraid you won't make it!"

Ouyang Feng knew very well that everyone in Lingjiu Palace had a bad temper, and it was difficult to change what they said.

You have to take action sooner or later, so it’s better to have fun!

Lu Lei, the second among the Three Saints, took out a golden dagger from nowhere.

Under the bright sunshine, it looks calm and has no golden light.

"Ouyang Feng, take Lu Youtou's sword!"

After saying that, his body moved quickly and he fired several swords.

Cold light shone everywhere, and the huge sword force was like an endless waterfall, constantly attacking Ouyang Feng.

Ouyang Feng put on his newly made golden gloves and struck them with his claws.

The sound of "clang, clang, clang" of gold and iron can be heard endlessly.

The battle between the two sides was fierce, but the other two Tianshan Three Saints remained motionless and had no intention of three against one.

Obviously they are very confident in their martial arts.

Huang Rong glanced at the sedan chair and said to Lu Youjiao in a low voice: "Leader Lu, you first ask the disciples of the Beggar Clan to protect Fu'er to the Divine Sword Villa in Zhongnan Mountain!"

No matter what, my daughter's marriage must be completed first.

Otherwise, if word spreads in the future, how will the girl behave?

Lu Youjiao was stunned, looked at her, and saw that the three people were ridiculously strong in martial arts, so he nodded: "Okay!"

After that, he directed the Beggar Clan disciples to start taking action.

Yang Guo repeatedly told his senior brothers from the Quanzhen Sect to be careful along the way, while he stayed behind.

The three old men in Lingjiu Palace are obviously difficult to deal with.

The foster father was unable to defeat one of them within a hundred moves. If the three of them were to attack together, the foster father would definitely be defeated.

After all, Ouyang Feng had practiced the Nine Yin Manual, both genuine and pirated versions, and his martial arts was no longer what it used to be.

Lu Lei, one of the Three Saints, was so suppressed that he couldn't breathe and suddenly shouted loudly.

It's like thunder from the sky exploding, with a powerful force that makes people's souls fly away.

Ouyang Feng was caught off guard and couldn't help but feel stagnant.

For a moment, the golden light suddenly shone, and the power contained in the golden dagger suddenly became stronger, and Lu Lei's extraordinary strength was finally revealed.

Under one sword, the power of thunder is hidden!

The golden sword is dazzling under the sun.

Ouyang Feng's expression changed from nonchalant to serious.

The power coming from the sword is getting heavier and heavier. If he didn't have deep internal strength, he would probably suffer a big loss.

Lu Lei's expression was cold and solemn, his figure was elegant, his sword in his hand was as fast as lightning, and he was fast and fast, constantly forcing Ouyang Feng to parry.

"Lingbo Weibu?"

Yang Guo looked stern, he didn't expect this old man to know this skill.

"Ouyang Feng, I advise you not to provoke my Lingjiu Palace, otherwise you will know what will happen!"

One of the three saints burst out laughing, seemingly angry and angry.

It was Lu Feng who had the strongest physical skills.
To be continued...