I am darkness, I will suppress all enemies

Everyone followed the sound.

A young man wearing a luxurious blue robe, with pale complexion and feminine features, walked out of the shadows of the woods with a sneer.

He was playing with an exquisite stone bead in his left hand, and holding a charming and sexy woman in his right hand. Behind him was a middle-aged man with a gloomy face.

The moment everyone saw the middle-aged man, they were instantly shocked.

The other party did not hide his cultivation level, and his entire body exuded the terrifying aura that only belonged to a strong person in the Rotation Realm.

"A Saint Realm beginner cultivator actually has a Rotation Realm servant. The origin of this blue-robed youth is probably not simple."

Everyone thought so and lowered their heads and stopped talking.

"Laugh, why don't you laugh? Aren't you laughing very happily?" The feminine young man sneered when he saw everyone like this.

"Really? You guys with low cultivation bases are still thinking about going to Luoshen City to enjoy the harvest rain. You don't even look in the mirror to see what you look like. You're like beggars climbing mountains and wading through water to beg."

After hearing this, many monks became extremely angry and looked extremely ugly.

However, most of the cultivators in the field were only in the lower four realms, and even in the Saint Realm, there were only two or three people. When faced with the insults from a cultivator with a Rotation Realm servant, they could only be angry but not speak out.

The burly man also kept his head down and said nothing. The little girl was held in the arms of her grandfather, and her big eyes looked around curiously.

The young man with the sword on his back frowned, but at this time his apprentice sister gently pulled his hand.

The pink girl's face was a little nervous. She was only at the beginning of the Guiling Realm, and her senior brother was only at the beginning of the Sheng Realm. In front of a cultivator in the Lunzhuan Realm, they were too weak...

The young man carrying the sword patted his junior sister's hand, signaling to her that he would not act impulsively.

"Tsk, boring." The feminine young man spat in boredom.

"Mu Ling! A cup of tea!"

After giving a casual order, the feminine young man came to an empty table and sat down. He pulled the female cultivator next to him into his arms, then put one hand into her chest and started playing with her in front of everyone.

Soon, the woman's eyes became seductive, her pretty face flushed, and she opened her mouth and gasped.

The people around were silent when they saw this scene, as if they saw nothing.

The white-haired old man covered his granddaughter's ears and eyes, with a look of anger on his old face.

At this moment, a monk seemed to be unable to bear it anymore and wanted to get up and leave.

however.

"You dare to leave before I leave? Do you want to die?"

The feminine young man was playing with the woman in his arms with his big hands, while he turned his head and looked coldly at the young monk who stood up and spoke slowly.

Hearing this, the young cultivator who was only in the lower fourth realm did not dare to move anymore and could only slowly sit back in his seat.

"This is too domineering and unreasonable!" Some monks were filled with grief and indignation.

As time passed slowly, the atmosphere in the field became a little strange, with only the occasional panting sound of the woman being heard.

Only Mu Ling was not affected at all and continued to do his own thing steadily.

The feminine young man played with his female companion while slowly scanning everyone in the field.

His gaze first fell on Ye Wukuang, who was sitting silently in the corner. After squinting at his back for a long time, he shifted his gaze to look at other cultivators.

When he saw the pink girl with her head down, his eyes suddenly lit up and he couldn't help but say in surprise: "What a beautiful girl!"

After saying that, he turned his head and instructed the middle-aged man standing behind him:

"Quinu, go and bring her here."

The middle-aged man nodded when he heard this: "As you wish, young master."

"Not good!" The young man carrying the sword looked extremely ugly when he heard this.

The pink girl also shuddered suddenly, especially when she looked up at the feminine young man who was looking at her as if she were his prey, her beautiful eyes were misty with fear.

"Brother, what should we do? Didn't you say it's safe here and there's no danger..." The girl's voice was slightly tearful.

"Damn it, such a demon cultivator actually came to such a remote place of the Mu Ling tribe. It seems that there are too many monks going to participate in the Luoshen Festival, and some demon cultivators are afraid of encountering enemies and have gone to secluded places." The young man carrying a sword gritted his teeth and spoke.

"This time, Senior Brother miscalculated. If I had known, Senior Brother should not have brought you to see the Wood Spirit Tribe."

"Junior sister, wait a moment, I will do my best to stop him for a few breaths, you take this opportunity to quickly escape."

"No, Senior Brother, how can you possibly stop a cultivator from the Wheel-Transmutation Realm?"

"You have to stop him even if you can't! If you fall into his hands, the consequences will be disastrous!"

"What about the Wood Spirits? Can we seek their help? Or these people around us, they will definitely not sit idly by." The girl in the pink skirt burst into tears.

"It's useless. The Wood Spirits look at us just like we look at trees on the roadside. Would you care if two blades of grass fight each other? Forget about the people around us. With their cultivation level, they would be courting death if they dare to step forward."

"For them, their own lives are the most important. Junior sister, this is what the cultivation world is like..."

“How could it be…” The girl in the pink skirt fell into despair upon hearing this.

At this moment, she seemed to suddenly think of something, and then looked in Ye Wukuang's direction with hope in her eyes.

However, she was disappointed.

The young man in black robe never looked at her from beginning to end and completely ignored her.

The conversation between the two was conducted via voice transmission, so it was extremely fast.

Just when the middle-aged man started walking towards them!

"Junior sister! Run!"

The young man with the sword on his back shouted loudly! Then the long sword behind him flashed and fell into his hand, and he turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the middle-aged man!

"Senior Brother!" The girl in the pink skirt cried out sadly, and her beautiful eyes looked around with hope.

However, the people around him were either silent, or looked reluctant, or closed their eyes and concentrated.

But no one was willing to help...