"Young brother, since you were invited, you must have extraordinary abilities." Elder Zhou looked at Lu Fan, "Before the enemy arrives, how about we spar?"
"I dare not!" Lu Fan cupped his hands, "With your divine abilities, how can I be a match? When the opponent arrives, I can only rely on you!"
Elder Zhou looked smug, and even more disdainful of Lu Fan. If he didn't even dare to spar, how could he have any skills?
Within the Azure Dragon Sect, many disciples were suspicious. They had only heard that Lu Fan's methods were heaven-defying, but now it seemed like it might be an exaggeration.
Even Han Yunhai looked surprised, not knowing Lu Fan's true capabilities.
"Disciple, you need to be more discerning when judging people in the future. Don't be fooled by others, after all, money isn't earned that easily!" Elder Zhou said lightly.
Han Yunhai quickly nodded, and at the same time, ordered someone to bring a small box, "Master, this is from your disciple's filial piety. As long as Yang Beitian can be dealt with, you will be greatly rewarded in the future."
"Rest assured!" Elder Zhou nodded, "Today, I will eliminate this hidden danger for you!"
Lu Fan sat on the side, drinking tea, looking leisurely. He didn't care about the current situation, as in everyone's eyes, he was not the protagonist today.
As they were talking, a cool breeze blew across West Lake, and a middle-aged man, like a ghost, arrived at the Octagonal Pavilion.
"Yang Beitian, you've finally arrived!"
Han Yunhai sneered, "I thought you wouldn't come!"
"After waiting for so many years, today is your death day. How could I not come!" Yang Beitian sneered, "How about it, have you washed your neck clean?"
"Tsk tsk, if you had made a move yesterday, it would have been my fate. But do you think you can still kill me today?" Han Yunhai sneered, "West Lake will be your burial ground!"
Yang Beitian's expression was indifferent. He sat on a chair, crossed his legs, and looked at Han Yunhai with a playful expression, "Who gave you the courage to say such a thing?"
"Of course, it's me!"
Elder Zhou stood up, his gaze fixed on Yang Beitian, "I don't want to make a move. If you are wise, leave Qingzhou as soon as possible and never step foot here again!"
"Old man, have you taken too much medicine?" Yang Beitian sneered, "Do you dare to threaten me with just this?"
"You don't know the immensity of heaven and earth!" Elder Zhou said coldly, his powerful internal energy surging within him.
The disciples of the Azure Dragon Sect dodged. The clash of martial arts experts was like lightning and sword light. If they were accidentally injured, their lives would be in danger.
Yang Beitian's expression was cold. At the same time, he met the attack with a palm, his fist wind sharp.
Boom...
A loud noise echoed in the Octagonal Pavilion. Elder Zhou staggered, was violently sent flying, not only his figure retreated rapidly but also blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
"How is this possible!"
Han Yunhai was shocked. Elder Zhou was a peak Great Accomplishment martial artist, yet he couldn't withstand even one move from Yang Beitian.
"I thought you were so powerful, truly disappointing!"
Yang Beitian stepped on Elder Zhou's face, "Weren't you quite arrogant just now? Why are you like a dead dog now!"
Elder Zhou immediately spat blood and trembled all over. The aura of the person in front of him was terrifying. If he had known, he would never have made a move rashly.
"May I ask which sect you hail from, senior?" Elder Zhou quickly said, "Why are your skills so formidable?"
"You are not worthy of knowing!"
Yang Beitian kicked out, and Elder Zhou's body flew backward, his face even paler.
"Han Yunhai, it's your turn!"
Yang Beitian walked closer step by step, his eyes filled with cold light.
Han Yunhai retreated, and at the same time, said with a fawning smile, "Brother Yang, what happened back then was a misunderstanding. If you are willing, we will be equals in Qingzhou from now on!"
"Do you think your meager possessions can make me compromise?" Yang Beitian sneered, with even more disdain.
"As long as Brother Yang spares my life, I will repay your kindness in the future!"
Han Yunhai said repeatedly, "I hope Brother Yang can give me this opportunity!"
"It's too late!" Yang Beitian sneered, "Since you turned me into a cripple, it's already too late!"
As his words fell, Yang Beitian suddenly stepped towards Han Yunhai, his expression extremely sinister. He remembered the events of many years ago clearly.
Han Yunhai felt the aura of death, his face extremely grim. After building such a great foundation in Qingzhou, he never expected such an end.
"Wait!"
A voice rang out, and everyone's gaze suddenly turned to Lu Fan.
Among everyone present, only Lu Fan's expression was indifferent. He had been sitting at the Eight Immortals table, drinking tea.
"A young brat who hasn't even grown his beard, dares to meddle in other people's business?"
Yang Beitian glanced at Lu Fan, "Are you tired of living!"
"If you apologize now, it might still be in time!" Lu Fan shrugged.
The people of the Azure Dragon Sect were surprised. Even Elder Zhou, who was severely injured and unable to resist, Lu Fan dared to step forward at this moment.
"Very good!" Yang Beitian laughed heartily, "You kid have completely angered me!"
With that, his figure moved like lightning, charging towards Lu Fan. At the same time, internal energy surged around him, and black energy coiled.
"Internal energy projection, is he about to break through to the Grandmaster realm!"
Elder Zhou exclaimed. Although he was severely injured, he was still conscious. With Yang Beitian's methods, they were likely to perish today.
Lu Fan, however, paid no mind. Just as Yang Beitian approached, he casually threw a punch.
Yang Beitian felt his arm go numb, a sharp pain, and his figure was violently sent flying back.
At the same time, Lu Fan's body was surrounded by true qi, and his aura surged instantly.
"Impossible, this is impossible! How can someone so young possess such strength!"
Yang Beitian's body trembled, and he even had thoughts of retreating.
"I told you earlier, if you apologized, you might have lived. Unfortunately, you didn't listen and insisted on forcing me to kill!" Lu Fan shook his head helplessly.
Yang Beitian's heart trembled, and he stepped towards the outside of the Octagonal Pavilion. Lu Fan's strength was too great, so great that even he dared not face him head-on.
"It's probably too late to leave now!" Lu Fan smiled, "If you end yourself, you might be able to retain a shred of dignity!"
Yang Beitian was already scared out of his wits. He stepped towards the surface of West Lake. Although his footing was unstable, he could walk on water. The disciples of the Azure Dragon Sect gasped in amazement.
"Internal energy projection, walking on water, these are the methods of a Grandmaster!" Elder Zhou was horrified. Although Yang Beitian's footing was unstable, he had probably reached the Half-step Grandmaster realm.
"Do you think you can get away?"
Lu Fan chuckled, his figure soaring into the air, and he strode across the water surface, walking on water as if on solid ground.
Looking at Lu Fan behind him, Yang Beitian shouted anxiously, "I have no enmity with you, why do you want to kill me!"
"I'm doing this on behalf of someone!" Lu Fan sneered, "You probably can't escape today!"
"I have a powerful force behind me. If you dare to touch me, you will surely regret it!" Yang Beitian fled desperately, while also threatening Lu Fan.
"Threatening me will only hasten your death!"
Lu Fan sneered, his figure standing on the surface of the water. He controlled a sharp sword condensed from the lake water in his palm and sent it piercing towards Yang Beitian.