Long before the Flying Sword shot out, the Cultivator in the Confucian robe had already made preparations.
His expression was solemn, and the bamboo scroll in front of him glowed with a bright yellow light.
In an instant, an earthen shield wall rose from the ground, blocking him.
But his eyes narrowed, as if he sensed something, and he swiftly dodged to the side.
Bang!
It only blocked it for an instant before the Flying Sword pierced through the earthen shield wall.
It swiftly circled back to Song Yan's side.
In fact, when Song Yan was refining the Wind and Thunder Supreme Spirit from the withered wood, he was not only guarding against the three Loose Cultivators but also against Rong Xiaofeng and Wu Huaguo, the couple.
If they had directly avoided the battle and left, Song Yan was confident he could escape.
He hadn't expected them to be so trustworthy, truly protecting him, and for this, Rong Xiaofeng had even lost many Spiritual Insects.
