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

Yan Ping's movements suddenly froze. He felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck him from the blue sky, and he was a little dazed.

He turned his head slowly, and one could even hear a cracking sound from his neck. He looked at Wen Ye's unfamiliar face, and for the first time, there was a blank expression on his face.

"Is he Shen Pingan?"

Master Fu looked at him in confusion.

"You want to find him without even knowing what he looks like?"

"What about Wen Ye?"

Wen Ye: “…”

Considering Yan Ping's performance just now, he didn't know why, but he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Recalling the first time they met, Yan Ping used his spiritual power to force him to tell him his name, and then contacted him to find someone.

Wen Ye felt suffocated.

This shouldn't be the case! When he used the pseudonym Shen Ping'an, he didn't do anything that was against the law!

Yan Ping appeared from Wuwanghai, why are we looking for him???

And he only used one of his aliases!

Yan Ping stared at Wen Ye, his eyes burning through him.

Wen Ye's voice was a little difficult.

"Shen Ping'an is my alias."

Because it was a pseudonym, Yan Ping's method of bewitching only asked for the real name.

But who would use a pseudonym for Long Aotian in a book?

Wen Ye clearly saw Yan Ping's delicate and flawless face and his heart twitched violently.

Wen Ye gritted his teeth and said, "...Senior, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Yan Ping expressionlessly took the formation plate from Tong Wencai's hand and then handed it to Wen Ye.

"Are you good at formations?"

Wen Ye looked at his expression and didn't dare to answer. He tentatively said, "I understand a little bit."

Yan Ping's face turned dark instantly.

"When you were in life-threatening situation that day when we first met, why didn't you use the formation but held the sword?"

Wen Ye: “…”

He really didn't know whether he should tell the reason or not, but seeing that Yan Ping seemed to be determined not to give up until he got the answer.

He looked at the other people in the room, avoided the main point and did not mention Yan Ping's appearance from the sea.

"That day, before you appeared, a golden light flashed and destroyed the formation I had set up."

"I don't want to die, so I have no choice but to fight to the death with my sword."

Yan Ping: “…”

His mind suddenly became clear. That day, in order to break through the formation set up by Qingzhou on the Wuwang Sea, he did have a violent collision.

The formation collided with the spiritual power of the sea beast's inner elixir, producing a golden light.

Then the impact caused by the collision destroyed Wen Ye's formation. Without the support of the formation, he could only fight with a sword and almost died.

Then he came and threatened Wen Ye to be his younger brother.

Yan Ping: “…”

The dead memories begin to attack.

Yan Ping remembered that when he left the coast, he asked Wen Ye to pull the cart for him personally.

In the caravan's resting place, Wen Ye was asked to act as a thug and also to guard the door for him.

When they were on the street, all the bags, big and small, were thrown on Wen Ye.

In the inn, he asked Wen Ye to come to his bedside and act as a spirit gathering tool.

Yan Ping shut himself in.

They have only known each other for about two days, not a year...

He slowly raised his head and looked at Wen Ye. He raised his hand and waved it, and Wen Ye's appearance instantly changed back to its original appearance.

The three people who were watching silently on the side fell silent when they saw that Wen Ye was too young and handsome.

There was some disbelief in Tong Wencai's eyes.

"How old are you?"

Wen Ye looked at Yan Ping who was in a state of autism, and then looked at Tong Wencai's expression, who had also fallen into autism.

"sixteen."

He just used a fake identity and a fake alias for safety!

He really didn't hurt anyone!

Master Fu was already somewhat shocked, and upon hearing this, he could not help but stand up immediately.

Tong Wencai couldn't help but twitch his lips. He felt that what he said before was wrong.

At around the Qi Refining Stage of twenty, it is not impossible to smoothly connect array patterns with different functions if one has more than ten years of drawing experience.

But if you are only sixteen years old, you can achieve this.

All I can say is that this person is born to be a formation master.

Master Fu appeared in front of Wen Ye, his eyes shining, "In the art of formation, do you have a legitimate master?"

Yan Ping was pushed aside and remained in autism.

Wen Ye glanced at him and coughed dryly.

"No."

Master Fu's eyes became brighter as he looked at Wen Ye, and he said hurriedly.

"Why don't you take me as your master? I am the elder of Huayang Peak of Tianyang Sect. I specialize in formations and am also very famous in Qingzhou."

Wen Ye's scalp tingled, and before he could say anything, Yan Ping suddenly came out of his autism and said in a decisive tone.

"No."

Master Fu and Tong Wencai: “Ah?”

Master Fu was anxious, "No, why do you make the decision for him?"

Wen Ye was not knocked out by the pie that fell from the sky. He looked at Yan Ping's gloomy eyes.

He felt a little cold in his heart.

He still didn't know what Yan Ping wanted him to do. Master Fu had good intentions, and he couldn't drag anyone into this.

Wen Ye: "I will follow the senior now and will not join the Tianyang Sect."

Master Fu glared and was about to speak when Yan Ping beside him spoke again.

"No, you are going to Tianyang Sect."

The plot must not change too much.

Everyone present was instantly filled with questions, and Wen Ye looked at Yan Ping in surprise.

Yan Ping didn't say anything this time. He just stood there in a daze, like a pillar.

Wen Ye really couldn't figure out Yan Ping's thoughts. He had just planned to follow Yan Ping in the future, but then this happened.

Mu Qingwan, who was standing next to them, had no idea how they got along with each other. She thought about it and spoke softly.

"Why not enter the Tianyang Sect first? However, if you don't pass Master Fu's disciple entrance, you can only take the disciple assessment first."

"After the auction, the first phase of the disciple assessment should be completed, and you can participate directly."

Wen Ye nodded silently.

For him, if Yan Ping had not appeared, his final destination would still be to join the Tianyang Sect.

Now this might be better than being Yan Ping's follower.

If you rely on the mountain, the mountain will fall; if you rely on people, they will run away. It turns out that you have to go to Tianyang Sect to study!

Wen Ye now has a deep and painful understanding of this.

When Master Fu saw Wen Ye nod, he was obviously relieved. It didn't matter that he couldn't accept him as a disciple now. With his talent, he would be his disciple sooner or later once he joined the Tianyang Sect.

Master Fu smiled kindly.

"Ping An, do you have a place to stay now? If not, I will arrange it for you."

Wen Ye was a little uncomfortable with such a close attitude.

"You can just call me Wen Ye. Shen Pingan is my pseudonym outside."

Yan Ping wanted to say something, but forced himself to shut up.

As long as the person is still the same person, the name doesn't matter much to the plot.

Wen Ye's mind was still a little confused. He thought about it and decided that since Yan Ping had no intention of killing him, he planned to have a chat with Yan Ping first.

"I will chat with my senior first, so I won't bother you today."

After Wen Ye finished speaking, he looked at Yan Ping.

Yan Ping walked outside without saying a word.

Master Fu looked at the incomprehensible relationship between them and waved his hand.

"Then contact me directly if you have any questions."

After Master Fu finished speaking, he stuffed a few flying beads into Wen Ye’s hand.

Wen Ye nodded and followed Yan Ping.