The sudden change startled Wei Lin greatly.
"Help me!"
Wei Lin instinctively hid behind Ye Guichen.
After all, Feng Jiuling was too fast, and his cultivation level was above Wei Lin's, so Wei Lin simply couldn't dodge.
Ye Guichen also didn't expect Feng Jiuling to kill without a word.
His heart grew increasingly peculiar.
But he had already promised Wei Lin before to protect his life, and bringing him here was just to clarify things.
"Master Feng, what are you doing!" Ye Guichen wasn't polite, directly standing in front of Wei Lin and grabbing Feng Jiuling's treasured sword.
That's right, he directly grabbed Feng Jiuling's sword.
Wei Lin broke into a cold sweat.
Feng Jiuling was also stunned, looking down and his pupils involuntarily shrank slightly.
"What, you, you actually caught my sword with your bare hands?"
This sword was a Spiritual Artifact, saying it cut through iron like mud was not an exaggeration at all.
