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

The fat merchant's mansion, the door is now open.

There were a few people who looked like servants guarding nearby.

Yan Ping brought Wen Ye to the gate, exuding the aura of a rich and noble young man. Although there was greed in the eyes of the servants, they did not dare to show it.

"May I ask what may I do for you two?"

Yan Ping ignored them and pointed inside.

"That's it."

Wen Ye paused for a moment, beginning to doubt his life.

"Practice here?"

"Don't you want to practice your moves first?"

Yan Ping nodded with a heavy face, "That's how I got here. After practicing it, I think it works."

As Yan Ping spoke, he came to the side, pointed a finger at his dantian, unsheathed the scabbard of the ancient long sword, and then stepped aside.

He smiled at the servants.

"I heard that you have a lot of trafficked women hiding here. Release them."

The pupils of the servants guarding the gate shrank.

When he saw that there was no one passing by, his eyes turned fierce. He took out a long stick from the side and attacked Wen Ye who was holding a sword.

"Where did you come from, kid? How dare you say such outrageous words!"

Wen Ye: "..."

It was clearly Yan Ping who said that, why are these people coming towards him like crazy?

Moreover, Yan Ping sealed his Dantian, so the spiritual power in his body could not be used. At most, his body was slightly better than that of an ordinary mortal. Facing these warriors who grew up in Qingyuan City, Wen Ye felt a little pressured.

Take advantage of the fact that their formation is still dispersed.

Wen Ye held a long sword in his hand and took the lead in attacking the first person.

The advantage of a long sword is its close combat capability. Without the blessing of spiritual power, Wen Ye's speed slowed down, and before he could get close to the enemy, he was blocked by the first servant.

The sword and the stick collided, and a huge force came from the place where the two touched.

Wen Ye almost dropped the sword in his hand.

Yan Ping flew up and sat on the head of the stone lion guarding the gate.

Looking at the battle situation below, he touched his chin.

"Why don't you use your sword to absorb the force? Unless you are strong enough, you will suffer a loss if you fight with others head-on."

After a brief stalemate, Wen Ye was surrounded by three people, and one of them used the same old trick again.

This time, Wen Ye turned the direction of his sword and transferred his force to the other side.

Yan Ping was a little surprised.

I understood it so quickly.

The remaining person felt his way to Yan Ping's direction and raised his stick.

He saw a pair of blood-red eyes, which were full of ferocious bloodshot and staring at him with ridicule and murderous intent.

In just a moment, the fear of death overwhelmed him and he turned and ran.

"what!!"

Yan Ping was squatting on the stone lion. Seeing this, he narrowed his eyes and made a sound of "tsk".

The other three didn't know what had happened, but they were all shocked.

Wen Ye seized the opportunity, supported himself with a stick in one hand, turned over, came in front of a man, and kicked the man away.

After the other two reacted, they set up their formation again.

But when there were only two people left, Wen Ye only had to pay attention to the attack of the other person and could easily deal with both of them.

"good."

When Yan Ping saw that he had dealt with all the people, he smiled, jumped off the stone lion, and walked inside.

The fat merchant’s mansion was quite large, with many guards. Not long after entering the mansion, I met the first team of guards.

Yan Ping jumped directly to the top of the tree.

"come on."

Wen Ye resigned himself to his fate and rushed towards the team of guards with his sword in hand.

When they fought all the way to the main hall, Wen Ye was a little soft-handed and his body was inevitably covered in blood.

Although Yan Ping didn't say it, I'm afraid that his sword practice this time will be able to penetrate this mansion.

Wen Ye said with gritted teeth.

"When I came to eat that time, I didn't realize there were so many people in his house."

Yan Ping smiled gently.

"Normal, because the person who needs to be guarded inside is missing."

Wen Ye frowned, "Those people were taken away?"

Yan Ping nodded, "That should be it, let's go and get my things back."

Wen Ye was a little confused, "Your things?"

Wen Ye suddenly remembered the tattered clothes Yan Ping had worn before.

Wen Ye: “…”

Then, Yan Ping walked straight in another direction.

Wen Ye followed behind resignedly, and attacked anyone with a sword in hand.

In this house, those who were observant had already hidden themselves, and those who rushed out were mostly accomplices of the evildoer.

Wen Ye had held back before, but he was injured by ambushed attacks several times, so he became more and more ruthless.

......

Outside the Fat Merchant's house.

The fat businessman appeared with Li Wenfu.

The fat businessman saw that the door was open but no one was guarding it. He didn't have time to ask anyone, so he led the people in.

After walking in, I found out that the gate was not unguarded, but someone had broken in.

Li Wenfu narrowed his eyes and looked at the traces around him.

"Without spiritual energy, it seems unimportant for a mortal to do this."

"Take me to get that thing first."

The fat businessman was angry but dared not say anything. After hearing this, he led the way in front with a miserable look on his face.

"My lord, please follow me."

Someone took a shortcut and in just a short while, Li Wenfu got the clothes from the fat businessman.

Although it is tattered, you can feel a hint of coolness when you touch it in your hand.

Li Wenfu wasted no time, he took out a bottle from his arms, opened the lid, and dozens of tiny snow-white maggots poured out.

It landed on the tattered clothes with a loud thud and began to squirm in all directions.

When the fat businessman saw this scene, he felt curious but also a little disgusted.

There was a sudden noise outside the door. The fat businessman looked outside, feeling a little panicked.

"Sir, my men are useless. Please help me."

Li Wenfu nodded nonchalantly while looking at the maggots wriggling in his clothes.

A few mortal warriors were just a piece of cake for him.

The slightly closed door was suddenly smashed open by a person who flew in backwards. A figure with a wealthy and imposing appearance appeared at the door. He saw them and his tattered clothes placed on the table.

Yan Ping tilted his head.

"What are you doing?"

Li Wenfu looked up at him with an arrogant look in his eyes, "What does this have to do with you?"

Yan Ping pointed to the pile of tattered clothes and said, "Those are mine, so they are definitely related to me."

Li Wenfu squinted his eyes. In the backlit environment, he could only vaguely see that the man was wearing a hollow mask and could not see his face clearly.

But he does look a bit like the person in yesterday's portrait.

Li Wenfu suddenly laughed, "It's easy to get it."

Even if it’s not the case, it doesn’t matter, this person has good temperament.

Li Wenfu said this and took a step forward.

Yan Ping smiled slightly, took a step back, turned around and was about to call for help, but suddenly his eyes caught a glimpse of a scene that he would remember for the rest of his life, and his pupils contracted instantly.

The tattered clothes on the table suddenly squirmed, and dozens of long and thin maggots poured out of the tattered clothes and pointed in the direction of Yan Ping.

Yan Ping's expression was completely frozen, his eyes fixed on the clothes.

The corners of his smiling mouth slowly drooped, and his face became expressionless.

Although this outfit is very shabby, the material used to make it is the best material in Yuanzhou.

It's not an exaggeration to say that it is a priceless treasure, but these people dared to desecrate it just to track him!

For the first time, Yan Ping's pair of bright eyes darkened completely, revealing a rage.