Legend of the Supreme Sword Immortal

Chapter 20 The Evil Cultivator Comes
In the depths of the Spirit Mouse Plain, there is a small camp, and in the center, a pile of dry wood is burning.

And around the bonfire, there were seven people sitting around, it was Song Qing and the seven men surnamed Ye.

"Haha, I didn't expect that Brother Song would dare to be here alone. This is the depths of the Spirit Mouse Plain. I admire it."

The man surnamed Ye took a sip of hot soup and praised Song Qing.

"Haha, Brother Ye was joking, I just came here by accident."

Hearing the exclamation of the man surnamed Ye, Song Qing laughed and said embarrassedly, at this time he was also holding a bowl of hot soup in his hand.

Then he looked a little sad, and after sighing, Song Qing spoke to the man surnamed Ye and others.

"Earlier, I teamed up with people to hunt spirit rats. I didn't want to meet evil cultivators. Everyone else died. I was the only one who escaped, but I also lost my way. If I hadn't met Brother Ye, I'm afraid I wouldn't have known about it. What will happen."

This was made up by Tianlang earlier, saying that it would not easily arouse suspicion and avoid unnecessary troubles. Although Song Qing disagreed with this, he still said it accordingly.

"Evil cultivators are hateful!"

"Correct."

Sure enough, after Song Qing said this, Fatty Ma and others were immediately indignant and responded.

Among them, the fat man surnamed Ma was the fiercest. He put down the bowl in his hand with a slap, and snorted coldly, looking upright.

"Hmph, that damned evil cultivator, don't let Lord Ma meet you, or you'll have to tear him apart."

Hearing what the fat man surnamed Ma said, even the man surnamed Ye couldn't help laughing, but then, where Song Qing couldn't see, there was a faint sparkle in his eyes.

"No, it's definitely not like this. Judging from the evil spirit on that person, he looks like an evil cultivator."

Of course, the man surnamed Ye just thought about it in his heart and didn't say anything.

"Ah."

Listening to what Fatty Ma and the others said, Song Qingruo nodded with feeling. Although he had never met an evil cultivator, he had experienced similar things, so naturally he didn't have a good impression of that evil cultivator.

The time for eating was not long, Song Qing chatted with the man surnamed Ye for a while after eating, and then he set up the tent and went to rest.

Because Song Qing broke the magic circle at the entrance of the camp, the man surnamed Ye did not go to rest, but went to repair the magic circle alone after everyone returned to the tent.

"Strange, who the hell is that person, with such a strong evil spirit, could it be an evil cultivator?"

At the gate of the camp, seeing no one around, the man surnamed Ye frowned and muttered to himself.

"No, if he is an evil cultivator, with his strength to break through this magic circle, how could he not attack us?"

The man surnamed Ye shook his head, denying what he thought before, but at this moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he remembered something, and his face was shocked.

"Is he an ascetic monk? Yes, he must be an ascetic monk. I didn't expect to meet an ascetic monk here."

The man surnamed Ye suddenly guessed Song Qing's identity.

Song Qing didn't know about these things, and of course even if he knew, he wouldn't care. At this time, he had already returned to the tent and began to practice cross-legged.

It was unusually dark tonight. When I looked up, the moon and I didn’t know when it hid behind the dark clouds. In the boundless night sky, not even a single star could be seen.

In that camp, Song Qing and the others had fallen asleep, but there were still people who hadn't slept yet.

Not far from the Song and Qing camps, there were three figures gathered here, two men and one woman, all about 30 or [-] years old.

"Hey, I didn't expect these little bastards to have formations."

Among the three, one looked in the direction of the camp and said with a grin, his eyes full of disdain.

"It's a pity that the level of this magic circle is too low."

"Brother Lu is right."

The other man clasped his hands and said, his tone seemed to be extremely respectful to the man surnamed Lu, while the woman next to him didn't say anything flattering, but she was still smiling and nodded slightly.

"Haha, let's do it."

Hearing the man's flattery and seeing the beauty's eye contact, the man surnamed Lu felt full of joy, laughed a few times, then waved his big hand, and with a stretch of mana, he flew directly towards the camp.

"Walk."

The other man and woman didn't bother, and almost at the same time channeled their mana, and followed the man surnamed Lu to the camp.

"boom!"

Song Qing was cultivating in his tent, when there was a loud noise, which made him immediately come out of the cultivation state, and his eyes burst out with brilliance.

"Tianlang, what's going on?"

"Someone attacked the camp and broke the magic circle outside."

Just as Song Qing asked, Tianlang's voice came over.

After hearing Tianlang's answer, Song Qing suddenly got up, opened the tent, and walked outside.

At this time, the man surnamed Ye and others also walked out of the tent. Except for the man surnamed Ye who was still a little calm, everyone else looked pale.

I saw three people flying over, and the leader gave a grinning grin.

"Hand over all your things, and the uncle may spare your life!"

(End of this chapter)