Brother Jue's argument was not very fair to Liang Feifan, but it did not matter. Feifan was not a reasonable person to begin with. Even if Feng bujue did not come up with such a ridiculous argument and called him directly, he would not have had any objections.
The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, then Liang Feifan ... Moved first!
Although his movement technique was not fast, his momentum was steady and his internal energy was deep. In addition to the cold poison inner strength, he could not be underestimated.
Thankfully, Feng bujue had the advantage in terms of speed. There was a saying that in the world of martial arts, speed was the only thing that could not be broken. No matter how powerful the opponent's attack was, if it did not hit ... Then it was meaningless.
Ping! Ping!
In the blink of an eye, Liang Feifan's attack had missed. At the same time, his ribs were hit twice by the nunchaku, making a sound of ice hitting.
