With 80 years of life experience, Lu Boyan had seen a lot of life and death, love and resentment entanglements. Lu Boyan had an insight into the affairs of the world. He was open-minded, and his cultivation was far beyond the reach of ordinary people. He did not want to participate in those matters between women and children, nor did he want to fight with Yang Fan because of it.
He appeared here because he wanted to see exactly what ability this young man had to make A 'Nu like him so much, but what he saw was Yang Fan and this unknown beautiful woman being lovey-dovey and affectionate to each other. A Nu committed suicide by jumping off a cliff for him, and not even her bones were left. How long had it been, and he already had a new love?
From the way the woman looked at Yang Fan, and from the natural contact between them, they must have been together for a long time. In other words, when he coaxed Ah Nu and made her fall head over heels for him, he already had someone else. A Nu met a liar of love, and that poor girl actually died for such a scum!
Lu Boyan's pair of white eyebrows slightly raised, and he said in a deep voice, "You are Yang Fan?"
Yang Fan secretly gathered his strength and replied respectfully, "This little one is Yang Fan, and this old man is?"
Lu Boyan said, "Do you know a woman called A Nu?"
Yang Fan's eyes moved, and there was no need to answer anymore. Lu Boyan saw his reaction and had already confirmed his identity. The old man raised his head and laughed to the sky. While laughing, a big hand with five fingers spread out, like a dustpan, slammed fiercely towards Yang Fan's chest.
He was fast, but Yang Fan was faster. Yang Fan, who was already alert, had already judged that the old man was going to make a move the moment the old man's shoulder shook, and also judged the part that the old man was going to attack. Yang Fan immediately wanted to make a move first, but with a thought, he gave up on making a move. Instead, he took a step back with a very surprised expression on his face.
"Old man, why did you make a move?"
When Yang Fan asked, Lu Boyan took a step forward. His right hand changed to his left hand, and without any fancy movements, he still slammed his palm towards the old man's chest. This time, Yang Fan no longer retreated. He also attacked, and even though he moved later, he arrived first, punching Lu Boyan's left shoulder.
The old man's attainments in martial arts might be far higher than Yang Fan's, but in terms of speed, he was certainly not as fast as Yang Fan. Even the all-powerful Curly Beard, the King of the Jungle, could not compete with Yang Fan in terms of speed five or six years ago.
Even if a person was once invincible, he would not be able to defeat the enemy of time.
Lu Boyan exclaimed in surprise. His palm suddenly stopped, his shoulder bent, his knee bent, and without taking a step back, he only bent his elbow and horizontally blocked Yang Fan's wrist. His speed was not as fast as Yang Fan's, but his eyes were shrewd and ruthless, the control of the heat, the timing of changing moves, and the countermeasures he adopted were all much more brilliant than Yang Fan.
Yang Fan immediately withdrew his fist, his upper body leaning back, but his left leg was like a shovel, fiercely shoveling towards Lu Boyan's calf. At this time, he had the time to say another sentence, "What happened to Ah Nu? Old man, why did you make a move? "
"Ah Nu has already died for you! This old man wants you to accompany her in the Yellow Springs! "
Lu Boyan's voice was very calm, as if he was sitting on a leisurely chair, gently fanning himself with a cattail leaf fan, and telling stories of mountain spirits and water monsters to his little grandson. But as soon as this sentence came out, the two of them jumped like rabbits and swooped down like falcons. It was unknown how many moves they had exchanged, but Yang Fan was already at a disadvantage …
Yang Fan's toes barely touched Lu Boyan's robe, but Lu Boyan raised his leg and dodged to the side, only dodging by an inch, allowing Yang Fan's toes to pass by his trouser leg, unwilling to waste any more strength. Then he took a step forward, his palm shoveling towards Yang Fan's right rib. Yang Fan dodged this attack with a "Slanting Willow", and Lu Boyan immediately changed his push into a chop, chopping towards Yang Fan's shoulder and neck with his palm like a knife.
Yang Fan quickly retreated, and the edge of Lu Boyan's palm lightly grazed his shoulder. It was just a slight graze, but Yang Fan felt as if a sledgehammer had suddenly smashed on his shoulder, and his collarbone was almost broken. In the severe pain, Yang Fan's legs bounced and slid back seven feet. He exclaimed, "Stop, Ah Nu is dead? Why is she dead? "
Lu Boyan sneered. He did not jump, but followed step by step. When Yang Fan's feet landed on the ground, Lu Boyan had already appeared in front of him, and another palm slapped towards his chest.
Yang Fan's reaction could not be said to be slow, and his movements were incomparably swift. However, Lu Boyan was like a famous actor who had been famous for decades. His every move, every action, and every line of lyrics, could be seen and heard clearly. It seemed to be incomparably slow, but compared to your swift movements and singing, it was not much slower.
What was even rarer was that any of your actions, any of your reactions, seemed to be within his expectations. That was why he was always one step ahead of you, intercepting the position where you would attack and dodge. That was why even though his body's reaction was not as agile as Yang Fan's due to his old age, he still seemed to be a bit faster than Yang Fan.
Yang Fan was in a very difficult situation. Lu Boyan's attacks had forced him to the point where he did not even have the space to speak. He did not want to say anything more, and what he said just now was just an act. If Lu Boyan mentioned A 'Nu, he would suddenly realize and immediately attack first. That would be the same as telling this old man that he had already seen A' Nu, or that he had already fought with Situ Liang, and heard Situ Liang speak.
He had to react as if he did not know anything. Now that his goal had been achieved, he obviously did not need to be long-winded with Old Man Lu.
Yang Fan leapt out, and shot out like a monkey piercing through the sky. However, his goal was not upwards, but horizontally towards a clump of grass in front of him. He had already seen Wan 'er rushing over in panic, and was afraid that Old Man Lu would harm her, so he anxiously led the old man away.
Furthermore, his shoulder bone had been hit, and the pain was unbearable. Right now, his right shoulder had not recovered its mobility, so he had to dodge first. Yang Fan's thoughts turned very quickly, and his feet moved even faster. Almost as soon as he thought of what to do, his body had already reacted.
He was like a goshawk passing through the forest, and like a cunning rabbit, he ran into the grass. In a moment, he had escaped to a very, very far place. Wan 'er only chased for a few steps before she lost sight of him.
But Yang Fan did not get rid of Lu Boyan. If Yang Fan was like a goshawk, then Lu Boyan was like the shadow of the goshawk. When Yang Fan was like a cunning rabbit, Lu Boyan was like a goshawk. No matter how fast the goshawk was, it could not get rid of its own shadow. No matter how cunning the rabbit was, it could not hide from the eyes of the goshawk.
Old Man Lu's hands and feet were indeed a bit slower than Yang Fan's, but slowness depended on how slow the person was. If Yang Fan needed a day to run from here to the foot of Pyrolyte Mountain, and Lu Boyan needed two days, then the difference in speed between the two was very obvious. But if Yang Fan needed a snap of a finger, and Lu Boyan only needed two, even if there was still a difference in speed, then how big was the difference?
Old Man Lu was like a ghost that would not disperse. Yang Fan felt a cold and pressing feeling. This was the first time someone had given him such a heavy psychological pressure.
He had not fought with the Grand Preceptor before, but his master, Zhang Kuo, had once taught him moves. When that pair of hammer-like fists waved, he had a feeling that he could not breathe. It was very similar to the feeling just now. But his master did not want to kill him, and this old man was serious, so Yang Fan's feeling was especially strong.
This damned old man's martial arts had already reached the realm of great skill, it seemed to be even more brilliant than his master's. His moves were not fancy at all, it was not even the slightest bit pleasing to the eye, but it was the most direct and most effective attack. And every time Yang Fan saw an opportunity to make a clever counterattack, Old Man Lu's fists and feet would be waiting in his path, as if he was feeding Old Man Lu moves. How could such a battle be fought?
"Bang!"
Yang Fan hurriedly retreated, and his back hit the tree trunk. The bright red maple leaves fluttered down like red snowflakes. Lu Boyan's large hand was like a maggot attached to a bone, slapping towards his chest again. This old fellow came and went as if he was just casually slapping, but he was always able to seal off all his escape routes, posing a huge threat to him.
There was nowhere for Yang Fan to retreat, so he could only rush up. Yang Fan used "Plucking Scallions from Dry Land" and his body soared into the sky, shooting up to the maple tree like a rocket. Lu Boyan's palm slapped the tree trunk.
Yang Fan's collision just now made the leaves fall like snow, but the old man's slap didn't even move the treetop. Just now, the edge of his palm had only brushed against Yang Fan's shoulder, but Yang Fan's copper skin and iron bones seemed to have been smashed by a big iron hammer. At this time, when his palm hit the tree trunk, it was actually incomparably gentle. His strength had already reached the realm of being able to control and release it freely.
There was a long whistle at the top of the maple tree, and the red leaves on the tree suddenly fell. If the falling red leaves were like snow, then the red leaves at this moment were like a red shower. All the maple leaves on the tree seemed to have fallen in an instant. Yang Fan was mixed in the endless red leaves, man and sword as one, stabbing straight at Lu Boyan.
He held a "wooden sword" in his hand, a sword made from broken maple branches.
The red leaves on the tree fell like rain, and man and sword as one.
This sword of Yang Fan was extremely powerful. Although he only held a branch in his hand, if he was stabbed in a vital point, it might be able to take the enemy's life. With Lu Boyan's martial arts and age, as well as his status in Jianghu, even if Yang Fan's sword left a wound on his body, it would be embarrassing enough, not to mention a serious injury.
Therefore, Lu Boyan quickly retreated.
This was the first time that Lu Boyan retreated since the two fought, one chasing and the other fleeing.
Yang Fan's spirit was greatly lifted, and he immediately took advantage of the situation to counterattack. The branch in his hand was like a sword stabbing, and suddenly like a knife chopping. The toughness of the branch made it like a whip, filling the air with light and shadow, whistling unceasingly. Under the pressure of Lu Boyan's powerful threat, Yang Fan took out all his trump cards.
At this moment, the martial arts that his master had taught him were displayed to the fullest. Faintly, Yang Fan felt that his moves were well-integrated, and it seemed that his realm had improved. The fastest way to improve one's realm was indeed great pressure.
"Eh?"
As Lu Boyan retreated again and again, he suddenly let out a cry of surprise, and a strange light appeared in his eyes.
He widened his eyes and looked at Yang Fan in shock. He did not know what he had seen from Yang Fan's moves, and for a moment, he was in a trance.
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