Neither Lu Fang nor Fan Boyian followed the soldiers to fight.
The soldiers ran up from the sides of the two men, and the two men stood like rocks in the middle of the river.
They remained motionless, looking at each other from a distance of less than ten meters.
In the blink of an eye, the soldiers from both sides were fighting.
Although the fight between two hundred people was not a big scene, it was definitely a lively event.
Roars, screams, and grunts resounded one after another.
Fan Boyian saw the old soldier of the Xining Marquis with a red face and a fighting spirit in his eyes, and he already knew the answer he wanted.
These veterans of Xining Houfu really saw hope and were really convinced by Lu Fang, otherwise they wouldn't be so screaming during the fight.
Does it feel like they're back on the frontier again?
He, Fan Boyian, had never been a person who could rest assured and wait for his inheritance of wealth and wealth based on the legacy of his ancestors. He had been to the frontier before and even personally participated in two small battles.
Those were two encounters with the Liao Kingdom's scouts.
There were no more than a dozen people on both sides.
But it's life and death.
Watching Lao Wangtou and others fighting hard, he could vaguely feel the excitement of fighting on the edge of life and death.
Then, Fan Boyian twisted his neck hard to loosen the muscles and bones. He raised his hand again and hooked his fingers at Lu Fang.
Then, he saw Lu Fang showing two rows of white teeth towards him.
Very white teeth...
When Fan Boyian showed a slightly surprised look, Lu Fang suddenly jumped forward, used eight steps to catch the cicada, and strode towards him in the chaotic crowd.
"Well done!"
Fan Bolian shouted loudly.
Immediately, he suddenly planted the Xuanwu flag in his hand on the ground and buried it for three minutes.
Lu Fang's steps also stopped at this moment.
Fan Boyian did not intend to use the Xuanwu flag in his hand. He was really embarrassed to continue using the Qinglong flag as a weapon.
Lu Fang also planted the Qinglong flag on the ground.
Rub your toes gently on the ground.
A small tree branch, no more than the thickness of a finger and about one meter long, appeared in his hand.
Lu Fang said to Fan Bolian: "Compared with boxing and kicking, I am better at using a knife. Be careful."
"no problem."
Fan Boyian didn't take it too seriously.
If Lu Fang really had a knife in his hand, it might increase his strength a lot. But it's just a twig...how much strength can it exert?
Lu Fang continued to rush towards Fan Boyian.
The veterans who were fighting each other all tacitly agreed not to cause trouble for Lu Fang or Fan Boyian.
In just a few moments, Lu Fang was in front of Fan Bolian.
Fan Boyian has already put his posture into perspective.
Judging from his starting position, he should be practicing the same technique as Fan Guanghe.
But Lu Fang had no intention of giving him a chance to use it.
The five fingers of the left hand are slightly bent and held empty, and the right hand holds a small branch and is pinned to the left waist.
Make a gesture of drawing a sword.
"cut!"
The distance between the two of them was no more than three feet.
Lu Fang shouted loudly like thunder.
He held a small branch in his right hand and suddenly pulled it out, then pulled it down diagonally with his right shoulder.
Fan Boyian's expression suddenly changed.
At this moment, he actually had a strong sense of death crisis. He felt that all the hairs on his back stood on end.
What kind of sword technique is this?
He was fully prepared to deal with it and was even confident that he could defeat Lu Fang within ten moves.
Because, he is a real fourth-grade master.
His younger brother Fan Guanghe's martial arts prowess is the best among his peers, so why isn't he the same?
Over the years, many people have praised the talents of Duke Qishan's mansion in person, and many have said sourly behind his back that Duke Qishan is really good at giving birth to good babies.
However, facing Lu Fang's sword that was like thunder exploding the ground, he had no time to react.
In a hurry, all he could do was to mobilize the Gang Qi to protect his body.
This can only be accomplished by masters within the fourth rank.
"Stab it!"
A dull sound.
The thick mattress Fan Boyian was wearing was pulled open by the small branch in Lu Fang's hand.
"ah!"
Immediately afterwards, the small branch in Lu Fang's hand suddenly turned into powder.
In front of everyone, Fan Bolian, who was protected by Gang Qi, still screamed out in pain.
He actually flew upside down for nearly two meters.
Although he didn't fall to the ground in a panic, he still managed to take a few steps back before steadying his steps.
There was a gasping sound.
I don't know how many pairs of eyes stared like bells.
I don’t know how many jaws dropped to the ground.
Everyone can see that Fan Boyian has lost, completely.
Being whipped like this by a small branch is not a loss, what else could it be?
"Admitted it."
Lu Fang cupped his hands and said to Fan Boyian.
The voice is flat.
I feel a little regretful.
Although I am already at the fifth level of cultivation, I still cannot turn decay into magic. Such a small branch still affects the performance of my strength too much.
If he had a knife in his hand, even if it was an unedged piece of iron, he was confident that he could cut Fan Bolian in half.
Of course, he had no reason to do this.
Fan Boyian's expression was complicated, and his eyes were even more complicated.
First there was surprise, then disbelief, then slowly turned into confusion, and finally, into deep depression.
There was also a wry smile on his face.
He never thought it would be like this.
He came up to intercept Lu Fang, but he didn't stop him. Not to mention that he was defeated by him with one move even though his cultivation level was much higher than that of Lu Fang.
What kind of monster is this guy?
Or am I too incompetent?
In the twenty years since he became a little sensible, Fan Boyian doubted himself for the first time.
When did you become a stepping stone for others to climb the ladder?
But no matter what, he was embarrassed to go up and compete with Lu Fang. Because, on the battlefield, no enemy would give you a chance to come back again.
If you lose, you lose.
Fan Boyian only felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He opened his mouth and asked dryly: "Your sword skills are very strong. What's your name?"
"My sword skills are just like that."
Lu Fang said: "Actually, it's mainly because I have a deep understanding of the art of swordsmanship."
Fan Boyian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I just felt it."
Having just suffered the "blade" from Lu Fang, how could he not feel the indescribable charm of Lu Fang's "blade"?
This made him feel even more frustrated.
If Lu Fang is a grandmaster and has such an understanding of the art of swordsmanship, then that's it. But Lu Fang is a young man less than twenty years old...
Lu Fang said nothing and turned to get the Qinglong Flag.
The veterans of the Xining Marquis Mansion and the Duke of Qishan Mansion, who were fighting fiercely just now, had also stopped in unison because of Fan Bolian's screams of pain.
Everyone stared at Lu Fang in shock, watching him get closer and closer to the Qinglong Flag.
"this……"
"How can this be!"
On and off the Deer Viewing Platform, the princes, princesses, dignitaries, and nobles seemed to have come back to their senses at this moment. Discussions and exclamations suddenly resounded around them, like countless mosquitoes flying around.