This is because there are so inside details that Li Banfeng truly doesn't know.
After Lu Dongjun beca a lost soul, he underwent specialization, enhancing his combat power, but his thinking beca more obsessive.
The current situation is beyond his understanding. Even with Li Banfeng deliberately luring him over, he couldn't see through the flaws. When he lies, he can't hide his malice. He can't figure out if his lies will work, but there's one thing he's very clear about: Lu Dongliang's personality.
The two grew up together, and in Lu Dongliang's dictionary, there's simply no word for "forgiveness."
No matter the reason Lu Dongliang saved him, Lu Dongjun firmly believes that Lu Dongliang will not let him go.
Lu Dongjun thought about escaping, but he knows that in front of Lu Dongliang, he has no chance to run away.
Having just battled with Chu Zikai, Lu Dongjun is significantly drained and heavily injured. His situation is very dire now.
Quickly closing the distance, engaging in combat, and killing Lu Dongliang is the best strategy Lu Dongjun can think of.
After searching for a long ti in the shed, without finding "Lu Dongliang," Lu Dongjun becos sowhat panicked. In any situation, letting Lu Dongliang out of sight equates to putting his neck at the blade's edge.
"Brother, let's co out and have a good talk!" Lu Dongjun punches down, causing a row of sheds to collapse completely.
Amid the dust, Li Banfeng slowly appears behind Lu Dongjun.
Lu Dongjun suddenly turns his head, staring at Li Banfeng for a mont before shouting, "You're not my brother?"
Li Banfeng nods slightly and then starts singing "Stable Military Mountain": "Lu Dongjun, my son, if you don't co, that's fine. If you do, co to your father's house for a feast!"
What kind of person is this?
Lu Dongjun doesn't think much, casually picking up two pieces of broken tiles and throwing them at Li Banfeng.
The tiles whistled through the air loudly, showing their speed, but they couldn't hit Li Banfeng.
Lu Dongjun's throw missed; his hand is sowhat useless, affected by the sound cultivation technique.
Li Banfeng continues singing the opera, and Lu Dongjun notices the clue.
This person is the sa as the one just now, both are sound cultivators. He is not Lu Dongliang, nor here to save him, but with another sound cultivator, coming to compete for business.
Seeing that the situation is unfavorable, Lu Dongjun turns to leave, but his feet feel like stepping on cotton, each step is extrely difficult.
Engaging in close combat with a traveling cultivator is indeed an excellent choice.
However, next to a house, engaging in close combat with a ho cultivator is not a good choice.
Lu Dongjun is controlled by the sound cultivation technique, moving very slowly as Li Banfeng pulls out Prince Chun's horsewhip, binding Lu Dongjun from behind.
Lu Dongjun grabs the tip of the whip, trying to cut it with his nails, but Li Banfeng retracts the whip and changes the lyrics from "Stable Military Mountain" to "Battle of Dragon and Tiger": "The Black Steed continuously neighs loudly, as the whip is raised, even the gods and ghosts are worried!"
Pa!
Li Banfeng lashes out with the whip again, knocking Lu Dongjun to the ground.
Lu Dongjun grabs a handful of mud and sand from the ground and throws it at Li Banfeng; Li Banfeng dodges the sand using the Carefree Technique.
Seeing Li Banfeng still in front of him, Lu Dongjun prepares to risk his life in battle, suddenly realizing Li Banfeng no longer holds the whip.
Where did the whip go?
The whip is in the shadow's hand.
The shadow strikes Lu Dongjun's head with the whip over ten tis, causing Lu Dongjun's body to sway and collapse, unable to get up.
This person is indeed powerful; a regular lost soul would have scattered after taking such a beating.
But Lu Dongjun not only withstands it, he hasn't ntally conceded defeat, thinking about how to delay ti, allowing him to catch his breath and retaliate.
Li Banfeng is also a reasonable person, seeing Lu Dongjun's resilience, he simply opens the portable residence, pulls Lu Dongjun up and says, "Co, rest at my place. Once you recover, we'll continue fighting."
Lu Dongjun raises his eyes, realizing he's entered a pitch-black room.
Hong Ying looks back, seeing Li Banfeng dragging in a lost soul, she puts down her eyebrow pencil and says, "Qi Lang, is there no share of this al for us again?"
Li Banfeng reprimands, "Don't talk nonsense in front of the guest; we are a respectable family."
Looking at Hong Ying's graceful figure, her beautiful long hair, and feeling the inexplicable gunhead, along with Hong Ying's powerful presence.
Lu Dongjun recalls so mories from his forr life, asking, "Are you the fad general Zhao Xiaowan?"
The Lu Family indeed has so research on General Zhao Xiaowan and even investigated Zhao Xiaowan's whereabouts.
Hong Ying couldn't help but laugh, then proudly says, "Yes, I am Zhao Xiaowan, do you recognize ?"
"I recognize you, who in Puluo State doesn't know this hero." Lu Dongjun speaks reasonably, looking towards Li Banfeng, "My friend, who might you be?"
Li Banfeng replies, "I am Zhao Xiaowan's husband."
Lu Dongjun looks at Li Banfeng and Hong Ying, asking, "Are you two husband and wife?"
Hong Ying nods, "Indeed, you have a great eye!"
The phonograph hits Hong Ying lightly, addressing Li Banfeng, "Beloved husband, where did this transford lost soul co from? I seem to have seen him before."
Li Banfeng turns back asking, "What do you an by transford?"
"It's like tamorphosis; ordinary cultivators have reduced combat power after death. But so special cultivators see their combat power greatly increase as lost souls, with their souls so solid, as if flesh and blood, they should be transford lost souls."
This matches Jin Shunying's description almost exactly; Lu Dongjun truly is a talent.
Li Banfeng says, "This is Lu Dongjun, a powerful figure from the Lu Family. Due to an unknown reason, I encountered him in the outside provinces and invited him to the house to sit."
Chuckle ~
The phonograph chuckles, "So it's the second of the Lu Family, I've seen you in the newspaper."
Lu Dongjun slowly rises, sitting on the ground, "It seems you are all extraordinary individuals. Fallen into your hands, I am convinced both in heart and words. Whatever you want to ask, just promise to spare my life, and I will speak without reserve."
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