Chapter 1701

Holy sword palace!

Under the Red Gate, Yang Feng was standing under a Wutong tree with Zhang Wu and Xiao black and majesty.

Ling Yuan, who was not far away, came with his three men walking in a tiger's stride.

"Young master, these three people can be cannon fodder, so they can be seduced."

These men finally understand Ling Yuan's intention. Why did the young master treat the three so politely just now? I wanted these three people to be cannon fodder.

"Ha ha."

Ling Yuan smiled coldly and said, "our sect will join hands with the gate of life and death to deal with Yang Feng's Purdue gate. Therefore, we need to attract more experts and let more people be cannon fodder."

"This is a clever plan."

The three men nodded with satisfaction. They seemed to suddenly find that Ling Yuan was smarter than before.

"Hey!"

Ling Yuan sighed and said, "in order to deal with Yang Feng's garbage, young master Ben, who is high above me, actually wants to win over three unknown people. Well, for the sake of cannon fodder, I will bear this tone for the time being."

"Young master is wise."

"The young master plans strategies and wins thousands of miles away." The men immediately praised and flattered.

Ling Yuan said proudly, "the three unknown people hurt the people in the holy sword palace. After the sword flows out, they must destroy them. If I take action now and save the three unknown people, they will be grateful to me and use it for me."

"Yes, as long as a big man like you lend a helping hand and give them a little benefit, they will be grateful, even if you die for you."

Ling Yuan's voice was very low, but they didn't expect that all the conversation entered Yang Feng's ears.

"Ha ha, three little brothers, you've made a big mistake and hurt the people in the holy sword palace. It's hard to do."

Ling Yuan walked up quickly with his hands on his back. He thought that Yang Feng must be terrified at the moment, but when he came up, he found that Yang Feng was still very calm.

Put it on, put it on!

Ling Yuan thought to himself that after the sword of the holy sword palace flows out, he will see how you die and how to beg for mercy.

"Two elders arrive!"

In the vermilion gate, a loud voice came, and then the heavy footsteps appeared like a rainstorm.

Step, step!

A group of people came out quickly. Each of them was majestic and had a strong breath. The person walking in the front was about 60 years old, but he walked like a tiger, and his whole body exuded a strong breath.

This person should be jianliu, the second elder of Shengjian palace.

"Two elders are good."

"Two elders are good."

The dozen masters lying on the ground immediately got up, bowed and greeted when they saw the sword flowing out.

The mighty and domineering sword flow was about to show his strong authority when his face suddenly changed slightly.

Because he saw a man, Ling Yuan, the son of the leader of the yin-yang sect.

The patriarch of the Yin Yang sect loved this son very much. He loved him very much because he had a son in his old age.

Of course, in addition to Ling Yuan, the patriarch of Yin-Yang Taoism is estimated to have dozens of sons and hundreds of grandchildren.

But Ling Yuan is different. After all, he is the last son after old age, so he is extremely spoiled.

"Young master Ling Yuan, I didn't expect it was you. I didn't welcome you far. I hope you will forgive me."

Jianliu smiled and then apologized, but his heart was bitter. If zongmen was not what it used to be, how could he be so respectful to Ling Yuan.

"Sword flow, you're welcome." Ling Yuan's back is like the proud son of heaven in his youth.

After saying hello to Ling Yuan, jianliu looked at those men fiercely. They were really a group of losers and losers, and they didn't act according to the circumstances.

These men are too stupid. They don't look at who they are. How can these useless men stop big people like Ling Yuan who have identity, background and origin.

Not only can't stop, but also should greet respectfully. It's just to use a sword furnace. It's no big deal.

"Young master Ling Yuan, my men have no eyes. They don't know Mount Tai. Don't they offend you?" Jianliu continued.

"No harm."

Ling Yuan, with his hands on his back, stood in the strong wind and said magnanimously, "my little Lord came here today to borrow your sword stove in the holy sword palace to repair a magic weapon, and then deal with Yang Feng's waste and garbage tomorrow."

"This..."

Suddenly, jianliu was stunned and stared at Yang Feng in front of him. He didn't expect that Yang Feng also came. He didn't notice just now.

Although Yang Feng killed the elder and indirectly killed the leader, jianliu did not dare to take revenge because Yang Feng was a saint.

Seeing jianliu's wide eyes, Ling Yuan not far away showed a trace of disdain. He really deserves to be a declining sect. The wounded wolf and tiger are not as good as a dog.

Once the holy sword palace was so powerful, but now, the upright sword flow, as the second elder, was scared like this when he heard Yang Feng's name.

He was stunned before he was asked to deal with Yang Feng. If he was asked to deal with Yang Feng, wouldn't he be scared to death.

"Elder jianliu, I will not embarrass you, young Lord. I will never remove the sword furnace of your family. I will use it here. After success, I will leave. If Yang Feng is killed tomorrow, I will thank you very much." Ling Yuan continued.

"Yang Feng..."

The second elder trembled and looked pale, but more hatred, hatred.

"Jianliu, what's the matter with you? Just hearing Yang Feng's name, he was so frightened that he turned pale, like a mouse seeing a cat. " Ling Yuan despised him.

"Young master, No."

One of his men carefully walked up to Ling Yuan and reminded him, "young master, I feel that the young man in front of me is a little familiar. Look at jianliu's expression and his cry, so I doubt that the young man in the past was..."

The man made a gesture and Ling Yuan's heart beat violently. Is the young man in front of you really Yang Feng, but it's impossible.

He didn't want to believe that the young man in front of him was Yang Feng, because Yang Feng was the leader of Purdue gate and a saint level master. People with this status have always been very busy. They don't have time to come here.

"Yang Feng, why did you come to our school?"

When Ling Yuan was suspicious, he heard the voice of sword flow hatred.

Yang Feng!

Ling Yuan was startled. The young man in front of him was really Yang Feng. The leader of Pudu gate was really unlucky. He just said bad things about Yang Feng and abused him.

In fact, Ling Yuan was so arrogant just now. He just wanted to show off his strength.

If he knew that the young man in front of him was the sage Yang Feng, even if he had ten courage, he would not dare to be so arrogant.

Although the Pope behind him had to deal with the Purdue gate, it was the decision of those adults and things, which had nothing to do with him.

"You, you..."

In the cold wind, Ling Yuan trembled slightly and retreated a few steps. He was afraid to say, "you are really Yang Feng, the master of Pudu gate."

"Yes, I am Yang Feng. Do you know what will happen if you insult my clan and me?" Yang Feng asked.

Ling Yuan's face turns black. This is really bad luck. It's like the chance of being hit by a meteorite. When people are unlucky, they plug their teeth when they drink cold water.

"Young master, don't be afraid. You are the son of the patriarch." One of his men cautioned carefully.

Under the reminder of this man, Ling Yuan suddenly had courage. Yes, his father is the patriarch. Who is he afraid of.

"Yang Feng, it was really my fault just now. I also know that if I abused your sect and you, I will die, but I am not an ordinary person." Ling Yuan summoned up his courage.

"You are not an ordinary person. Who are you?" Yang Feng asked coldly.

"I'm the son of the patriarch. I'm not an ordinary person. I don't believe it. How dare you deal with me." Thinking that his father was the patriarch, Ling Yuan's confidence expanded.

He has a great Lao Tzu, so he travels all over the world. No one is afraid and no one is satisfied.

"Ha ha!"

Yang Feng sneered that the sect door should not be humiliated and the saint should not be humiliated. Now he is not only the sect head, but also a saint.

"Yang Feng, I know you're strong, and I know you're powerful, but my father is the patriarch. If you dare to touch my hair and let me lose a hair, my father will not let you go."

Ling Yuan is so arrogant that he can't be any more arrogant. There's no way. Who makes him have a great father.

The three men looked at Ling Yuan with admiration. They deserved to be the son of the patriarch. Sure enough, they were powerful and domineering. Even in the face of a strong man like Yang Feng, they still refused to bow their heads.

These three men envy very much. If they have a patriarch father, you can be as arrogant as the little Lord. No one is afraid and no one is satisfied.

"Yang Feng, I'm standing here. I don't believe it. You really dare to touch me. If you dare to fight me, my patriarch's father..."

Whoosh!

Ling Yuan's words were not finished yet. In Yang Feng's hand, a sword Qi appeared quickly. The sharp sword Qi cut his throat.

"I..."

In the cold wind, Ling Yuan stared, opened his mouth and couldn't speak. He just felt cold all over, and a shadow of death shrouded him in it.

"I, my father is the patriarch Ling Tiangang. How dare he kill me?"

Plop!

After that, Ling Yuan fell to the ground and died.

"Dumby!" Zhang Wu tilted his eyes and spit out these two words.

Yang Feng said coldly, "don't say your father is Ling Tiangang, even if Ling Tiangang himself?"

"Little Lord."

"Young master."

The three men were shocked, because they didn't expect that Yang Feng was so decisive that he directly killed the young Lord. How can they explain to the patriarch when they go back.

"Young Lord, you can't die."

The three men looked at Yang Feng in fear and anger, but they didn't dare to do it, because they knew very well that they would die.

"You three losers, go away with Ling Yuan's body. Take him back and give him to your Lord, and then let your Lord come here to see me." Yang Feng waved and said that the three wastes could go away.

The three men lifted Ling Yuan's body and ran away in a hurry. They didn't even dare to complain.

Saints should not be humiliated!

Don't insult the master of Purdue!

They know that if they dare to complain, they will die. No doubt, they will die in Yang Feng's hands.