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

Tong Wencai only then realized that the man in red seemed to be explaining to Wen Ye, and a look of suspicion appeared on his face.

"Do you know?"

Wen Ye nodded, and seeing that Tong Wencai wanted to speak more, he interrupted him.

"Senior, you are here so late, do you have something to do?"

Yan Ping pointed at the guards lying on the ground.

"I wanted to come in and see something, but they wouldn't let me in and forced me to take off my mask."

"One of them tried to hit me, so I hit him back."

When Yan Ping said this, he saw a familiar-looking person and pointed at him.

"it's him!"

Wen Ye tilted his head and saw a plain-looking guard with evasive eyes.

Tong Wencai frowned when he saw this scene. At the current auction, anyone who is confirmed to be a cultivator can enter. Where did the rule that one must take off the mask come from?

Realizing that something went wrong, Tong Wencai's face turned ugly. He looked at the guard and said with gritted teeth.

"Take him down."

Yan Ping raised his eyebrows, but did not stop him and just stood there.

Wen Ye walked over and stood behind Yan Ping, "What do you want to see, senior?"

Yan Ping looked around, found a pillar to lean against, and said lazily.

"Take a look at the layout of the auction and find someone."

Wen Ye was just about to ask something when a very beautiful woman appeared from the end of the corridor. Her eyes were as clear as autumn water, and her expression was charming as she turned.

Wen Ye looked into her eyes, then looked at Yan Ping. Although his narrow and long eyes were covered by the mask, he could still see the brilliance in his eyes.

After comparing the two, he finally came to a conclusion.

This woman is not as pretty as Yan Ping.

"Brother, Master Fu asked me to bring this guest inside for a chat."

The woman stood not far from them and bowed to Yan Ping.

"I am Mu Qingwan, a disciple of Tianyang Sect. This is all a misunderstanding. Please forgive me, senior."

There was a hint of surprise in Wen Ye's eyes. He thought that Master Fu was only related to the auction, but he didn't expect that he was also related to the Tianyang Sect.

Yan Ping raised his eyebrows when he heard her name.

This name sounds familiar. The first person the protagonist meets after entering Tianyang Sect is called Mu Yunxi, a gentle and sweet-talking girl. She has the same surname as the heroine. Are they relatives?

Yan Ping didn't care much about it and turned to think about other things.

The auction in Qingyuan City was hosted by people from the Tianyang Sect, who were apparently led by a man called Master Fu.

If he remembered correctly, this person was related to the protagonist's entry into the Tianyang Sect.

Yan Ping stood up straight, looked at Tong Wencai, and said lazily.

"Come on, take me to see the Master."

"I have something to do with him."

Tong Wencai limped to his feet and led the way. It was obvious that the injury he had just suffered was quite serious.

Yan Ping walked slowly behind him, showing no guilt at all. He was lucky enough that he didn't kill the person who wanted to attack him.

Wen Ye wanted to follow, but Mu Qingwan stretched out a hand. A fresh and elegant fragrance filled his nose, and her elegant and gentle voice reached his ears.

"Please stay."

The next second, a lazy voice sounded.

"Let him catch up."

Mu Qingwan paused, then withdrew her hand.

Wen Ye looked at her, and Mu Qingwan looked back at him calmly, but their eyes met and then separated.

"please."

The room where Master Fu was located was extremely large, filled with formation plates everywhere, and there was a pile of them on the table, from time to time a ray of spiritual light would flash through them.

There was a knock on the door.

Master Fu did not even raise his head and continued to carve array patterns on a blank array plate. "Go in."

Two people came in from outside, one stood at the door and the other walked inside.

Master Fu did not put down the work in his hands. Most of the cultivators who appeared in Qingyuan City were not at a high level.

He didn't want to bother with anything more, so he spoke directly.

"What happened just now was a misunderstanding. To show my sincerity, you can take any of the array plates here and put an end to this matter."

Tong Wencai, who heard these words at the door, opened his mouth wide, then looked at a glittering array plate at Yan Ping's feet, with envy in his eyes.

If it were him, he would definitely take this!

Yan Ping raised his eyebrows, not caring about these formation plates. He walked to the front of the table and looked at the old man who was concentrating on carving the formation plates. He was more patient with these people.

I didn't want to scare him at this moment, so I spoke softly.

"I don't want any of these. Do you know Shen Pingan?"

Master Fu didn't expect that someone didn't want his formation plate, but wanted to find someone in the Qi Refining Stage. He raised his head.

He looked at Yan Ping scrutinizingly and said in a deep voice.

"What are you doing with him?"

Yan Ping raised his eyebrows, "I went to find him to protect him. Have you seen him?"

Master Fu didn't say anything, but just looked at Yan Ping suspiciously, and suddenly spoke.

"Take off your mask and let me see what you look like."

Someone else came in and stood at the door, but Master Fu ignored him and stared at Yan Ping intently.

Yan Ping was a little surprised by this request, but it was not a big deal for him, so he took it off neatly, revealing an overly delicate face.

Master Fu's breathing stagnated, his eyes were filled with shock, and he couldn't help but lean back, but his eyes were still focused on his face.

Yan Ping thought for a moment and smiled brightly, "Is it okay now?"

Master Fu was hit hard again. As an old man, he did not expect to be directly attacked by such beauty today.

Seeing his appearance, Yan Ping shook his head and put on the mask.

Master Fu raised his head absentmindedly and accidentally saw Wen Ye standing in the distance, so he raised his hand and pointed at him.

"He's there."

Yan Ping paused, then looked behind him. He saw a somewhat puzzled Wen Ye and Mu Qingwan who was standing quietly. His gaze finally swept to Tong Wencai, who he had just beaten.

Tong Wencai's gaze was still lingering on the formation plate in the room, with a look of reluctance in his eyes.

Yan Ping: “…”

That shouldn’t be the case. The protagonist in the book shouldn’t have joined the Tianyang Sect at this time, and the disciples of the Tianyang Sect shouldn’t have called him senior brother.

Could it be that he was accepted as a disciple in advance?

Yan Ping's breathing stagnated. He was still alive, so it was normal for the plot to change slightly.

Moreover, the protagonist of the book, Shen Ping'an, is particularly fond of formations. He does not use the peerless sword in his hand, but instead refines it into the basis of the formation.

Yan Ping gritted his teeth when he thought about this, and stopped thinking about it. Anyway, this kid fits the bill.

My plan to make a good impression on our first meeting failed, and not only that, I was beaten up by him.

Yan Ping took a deep breath and prepared to make amends.

He took off his mask, casually pulled out a formation plate, and stuffed it directly into Tong Wencai's hand.

At the same time, she showed a perfect smile.

"This is for you. It was all a misunderstanding just now. Don't mind it. Let's get to know each other again. My name is Yan Ping."

Wen Ye: “…”

To be honest, he couldn't quite understand it. He had known Yan Ping for so long, but he didn't even know Yan Ping's name.

Why did Yan Ping suddenly tell Tong Wencai his name?

Tong Wencai's attention was originally on those formation plates, but the formation plate that suddenly appeared in his hand instantly attracted his attention.

When I looked up with surprise, I was struck by a face that was so exquisite that it didn't look like an ordinary person's.

His breathing stagnated. He could only see the beautiful woman smiling, her slightly raised lips opening and closing, but he could not hear what she was saying at all.

Mu Qingwan's eyes were also full of amazement.

Master Fu, who was behind the table, came back to his senses and saw Yan Ping casually taking out his formation plate and giving it to the person he was dealing with. He couldn't help but twitch his lips.

"You got the wrong person. The one next to him is Shen Pingan."