Meng Yuhuai slowly glanced at him and gripped the Flower Disc Stick tighter in his hand, "If you want to chat, I can have Han Hu talk to you. Have someone else come out to face me…"
"No need, I'll do it."
Perhaps knowing that talking further was useless at this moment, Lv Bin sighed deeply, stood still for a moment, then walked to the weapon rack under the porch and picked up a Flower Disc Stick as well.
A sudden gust of wind arose, sweeping down a large swath of branches and leaves from the trees on both sides, mixing with the rain and clattering to the ground.
Meng Yuhuai swung the Flower Disc Stick in his hand and moved slightly, immediately closing in, and the two were instantly entangled in combat.
As the saying goes, one's martial arts style mirrors their personality. Those who are rigid and upright tend to suit a similarly fierce routine, and Meng Yuhuai was just like that.
