C199 Maoshan's peristalsis

Just as the bamboo hat man avoided one of the flags, the other few quickly surrounded him in the middle, surrounding him and revolving non-stop in the air.

Some were high, some were low, some were fast, some were slow. In this pitch-black night, every flag was emitting a faint yellow light, it seemed like this Gui Zhenren had used his trump card right from the start