"Who are you! What's it to you, nobody said weapons weren't allowed, don't think just because you're older, I will go easy on you."
Wu Gang glared at the man with dissatisfaction and scolded him.
"Damn... you."
Yan Yu's father instantly turned red with anger.
"Indeed! The rules didn't forbid the use of weapons, so it's permissible for Wu Gang to use one. Ling'er, lend your Vermilion Bird Stick to Wu Gang!"
At this point, Meng Qingde spoke up.
"Alright!"
Meng Ling'er replied and tossed her Vermilion Bird Stick to Wu Gang, and because the stick could extend automatically, Wu Gang caught it just in time.
"What a great stick!"
Wu Gang waved the Vermilion Bird Stick a few times, smiling as he spoke.
You should know, the design of the Vermilion Bird Stick is very profound; after all, it has been passed down for hundreds of years. This stick is not only capable of extending and retracting freely, but in the right environment, it can also become soft or hard and won't break.
