I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

Yan Ping didn't take it seriously, but spoke with great interest.

"Then kill someone for me."

Wen Ye's previous doubts turned into surprise. This inn also runs a murder business?

The shopkeeper stopped yawning for a moment, tilted his head and looked at them seriously, thinking carefully.

Although their Feixian Inn can take on this business, very few people know about it.

Although the man who spoke was wearing a ferocious mask, he had a clean aura and looked like a harmless young man.

But the young master of that family wanted to kill someone as soon as he opened his mouth, and there was a kid in the Qi Refining Stage following him with a lot of bags.

Maybe it was a child who ran away from home and came to Qingyuan City to join in the fun. He got angry and wanted to vent his anger on someone.

The shopkeeper figured it out and his expression relaxed again, waving his hand impatiently.

"Go away, our store is a small business, we dare not do things like killing people, no matter how much money you give us, we will never do such illegal things."

Yan Ping turned his head to look at Wen Ye. Wen Ye twitched his lips, unexpectedly understanding the look in his eyes.

He lowered his head, dug out a box from among the bags, and threw it directly on the table.

Yan Ping opened the box slowly, and a layer of hazy spiritual light appeared on the countless spiritual beads.

The shopkeeper's eyes were completely stunned when he saw the box of spirit beads.

This box of spirit beads is conservatively worth 10,000. For these two people, it is like a three-year-old child carrying gold bricks through the market.

What kind of wealthy family would raise such a prodigal son? He would spend ten thousand spirit beads to kill someone!

"Can you take it?"

Yan Ping knocked on the table and asked.

The shopkeeper instantly withdrew his gaze and became decisive.

Don’t refuse money that comes to your door for free.

"catch!"

"As long as you pay the money, everything will be fine."

"Who do you want to kill? I'll arrange it now."

The shopkeeper said this, smiling as he took the box of spiritual beads on the table into his arms.

Yan Ping did not stop him, but just said with a smile.

"I want to kill the Lord of Qingyuan City."

When Yan Ping said this, he spoke each word clearly.

The shopkeeper's smile froze suddenly. He looked up at Yan Ping, then at the spirit bead in his hand. He looked unwillingly at Wen Ye who was not far away.

"Who did your young master say to kill?"

Senior, the title of adult hasn't been resolved yet, and another young master has come. Wen Ye repeated expressionlessly, "Kill the Lord of Qingyuan City. Since you have accepted it, it's good..."

Before he finished speaking, the shopkeeper pushed the spirit pearl box in his hand back in an instant with lightning speed, as if he was sending away the plague god.

He turned his back and forced himself to suppress his reluctance.

"No more."

Yan Ping raised his eyebrows, "You Feixian Inn has received the money, can you return it?"

The shopkeeper was annoyed, "The Lord of Qingyuan City is conservatively at the Danhua level, your money is not enough!"

I thought he was a prodigal son, but I didn't expect him to be such a ruthless person.

He wanted to kill the city lord right away, it seems that his background is really not ordinary.

Yan Ping didn't tease him and just brushed the matter off.

"Then open a room of the highest standard for me, with abundant spiritual energy."

Yan Ping said as he pushed the box on the table over.

"How much do you want? Take it from inside."

The shopkeeper thought that the business was gone, but when he heard this, he turned around instantly, hugged Lingzhu in his arms, and smiled with his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Guest, please tell me earlier. This way, please!"

There seemed to be no waiter in Feixian Inn, so the owner personally welcomed them to the second floor.

The color of the wooden boards on the second floor looked equally old, but there was no dirt on them. Arriving at the end of the second floor, the shopkeeper pushed open the door of a room.

A rich spiritual energy rolled inside, and every time it surged to the door, it would shrink back on its own.

Wen Ye was a little surprised when he saw this scene.

"Please come in. If you need anything, just come to the first floor and find me. I can prepare it for you."

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he turned and left.

This room is very large, and is furnished with various areas for refining equipment, making elixirs, and drawing talismans.

After Yan Ping entered the room, he lazily took off his mask, threw it on the table, and walked to the innermost side.

There was a large bed with bedding neatly arranged there. Yan Ping fell directly on it and sighed comfortably.

Wen Ye closed the door and placed everything in the corner thoughtfully. He suddenly spoke.

"Senior, what is the origin of this Feixian Inn?"

Yan Ping raised his hand to his eyelids and said lazily after hearing this.

"Just an intelligence dealer, with a side business of murder and a little business in between."

"But their existence is little known. If you need it in the future, look for this kind of Feixian Inn."

"It is most likely their base."

In the book, the protagonist gradually came into contact with Feixian Inn after entering the Tianyang Sect. They are currently still in a stage of keeping a low profile, quietly developing strongholds in various places and cultivating subordinates.

Wen Ye immediately understood and stopped asking questions.

Yan Ping continued to lie on the bed to rest, without taking off his red robe, just curled up with the quilt.

Occasionally his fair arms were revealed, and against the reflection of the red robe, the scars on his arms looked particularly severe.

He suddenly remembered something, raised his head, and spoke lazily.

"Come to the bed when you need to regulate your breathing later."

"it is good."

Wen Ye knew that Yan Ping was injured, and the rich spiritual energy should make him feel more comfortable.

Since he accepted the martial arts instruction from someone yesterday, it was only natural for him to cooperate.

Then the room began to get quiet.

Wen Ye was sorting and mixing today's materials at the table nearby, preparing to use them to make the formation plate later.

He came to Qingyuan City to make an appointment to meet someone and promised the other person something, although his plans have changed now.

But you have to do what you promised.

This room in Feixian Inn is indeed full of spiritual energy.

Wen Ye closed his eyes, and a piece of material in his hand floated up slightly. Invisible spiritual power was slowly and carefully removing impurities from the material.

When refining those materials in the refining area, there was no longer the scene of having to adjust the breathing for half a day to refine one batch as before.

He had already handled three copies of this one and still had energy left. In order to ensure success, Wen Ye planned to start regulating his breathing.

Coming to the bed, Wen Ye sat directly on the low couch in front of the bed and practiced breathing exercises.

The invisible spiritual energy in the room began to surge around Wen Ye, and the already rich spiritual power became even stronger.

Yan Ping, who was sleeping lightly on the bed, opened his eyes slightly, feeling the increasing spiritual power, and he sighed comfortably.

I closed my eyes and continued to sleep, but every breath I took would attract the spiritual energy in the room.

When I woke up again, it was already dark outside.

Yan Ping slept comfortably. With the spiritual power covering him, his body didn't hurt so much.

The candlelight in the room lit up automatically. Wen Ye was not in the room. There was a food box on the table with a note next to it.

Yan Ping sat down at the table lazily and pulled out the note.

He knew that Wen Ye had gone out halfway, but he didn't expect that he had left a note.

"I have an appointment with someone, so I need to go out for a while. Please don't blame me, senior."

Yan Ping snorted and threw the note aside.

The food in the lunch box is still hot, but it has been left for too long and is not tastier.

After taking a few sips, Yan Ping suddenly remembered the invitation he asked the fat man to find, and wondered if it had been found yet.