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

Fu Tiancheng was embarrassed for a moment, and subconsciously turned to look at Wen Ye, no longer looking at Yan Ping.

In a flash, I saw several black pills in Wen Ye's hand.

Fu Tiancheng finally reacted: "...What is this?"

He looked at Wen Ye, and Wen Ye looked at Yan Ping.

Yan Ping simply closed his eyes and said, "Poison pill, take it if you want."

Fu Tiancheng: “…”

This person is indeed beautiful, but she cannot speak.

"What did he eat today? He's so angry."

Wen Ye respected Fu Tiancheng very much, but when he heard Fu Tiancheng say this about Yan Ping, he pursed his lips and spoke softly.

"Senior is injured. In order to come to you, the old injury has now flared up."

"My meridians throughout my body should be aching."

Fu Tiancheng was stunned for a moment. No wonder Yan Ping spoke in a low voice today.

Thinking about what he had just said, Fu Tiancheng suddenly felt a little guilty.

Looking at Yan Ping in the distance, Fu Tiancheng looked at the pitch-black poison pill in Wen Ye's hand, gritted his teeth, and threw it directly into his mouth to eat it all.

Fu Tiancheng's face was distorted. The taste was exactly as he had imagined, terribly unpalatable.

However, as soon as he swallowed it, it turned into spiritual energy and began to repair his body.

It is better than the rejuvenation pill most commonly used in their Tianyang Sect.

Fu Tiancheng was seriously injured this time. Even if he returned alive, it would take him more than ten years to recover.

But the medicine he had just taken actually restored most of his health.

Fu Tiancheng's eyes showed surprise, "What kind of elixir is this? It's so effective."

Yan Ping leaned against the tree, looking listless.

"It doesn't have a name. I just made it randomly."

Wen Ye and Fu Tiancheng were both a little surprised. No one thought that Yan Ping could actually make pills.

Yan Ping's face was cold and annoyed at the moment.

My body aches all over, but I can't go back to rest. The dark clouds in the sky have blocked the sun, and I might get caught in rain soon.

When Yan Ping thought of this, he felt even more pain in his body.

Wen Ye looked around and said, "Master Fu, where is the man who was chasing you?"

"Did you see his appearance clearly?"

Speaking of business, Fu Tiancheng's face became much more serious, "He is now outside the formation, but he is a magic cultivator in the Danhua realm."

"what?"

Yan Ping was a little stunned. In a place like Qingyuan City, it was bad enough that a small demon cultivator appeared, but there was actually a demon cultivator in the Danhua realm.

"Do you guys in the Tianyang Sect just eat for free?"

Fu Tiancheng's face turned red and blue. He was already so old, yet he was still being ridiculed.

Wen Ye sighed and looked at Fu Tiancheng steadily, "Before we came out today, we went to the City Lord's Mansion, but the City Lord was not there."

According to the standards of the Tianyang Sect's auction, even if the City Lord is in seclusion, he has to stay in the City Lord's Mansion.

At this critical moment, the city lord disappeared, and instead a demon cultivator in the Danhua realm appeared.

Fu Tiancheng thought back to the evil cultivator and his jaw tightened. If that person wasn't worried about being recognized by him, why would he hide his head and show up?

After this incident, there will probably be a big commotion in the sect.

Yan Ping pulled the corner of his mouth and said with a forced smile.

"Why bother with this?"

"If we arrest the person, the truth will be revealed."

"I just gave you several pills. You should be almost well now."

Fu Tiancheng twitched the corner of his mouth. Although there were three of them now, one had low cultivation, one was seriously disabled, and he was the only one who was still relatively intact.

Thinking of catching that evil cultivator seems a bit like a dream.

However, his current condition is much better than before. They risked their lives to come here, and Fu Tiancheng couldn't do something like taking them with him to be buried.

While the only remaining formation plate had not been broken, he hurried out to lead the people away and wait for support from the sect.

Fu Tiancheng practiced his skills on his own, and although he still had some minor injuries, he was no longer in serious condition.

He took out a long sword from his storage space.

Now that his injuries have healed, with one strong and one weak, they can always delay time.

"I'm going to go out, you guys just stay in this formation."

Fu Tiancheng looked at Yan Ping, whose face was almost transparent, and then at Wen Ye, feeling a little conflicted for a moment.

Fu Tiancheng wanted to ask Yan Ping to take care of Wen Ye, but looking at his pale face, he couldn't say it.

"Forget it, just keep yourselves company."

"Don't go out unless I come back."

"Once this is over, I'll ask someone from the sect to take a look at your injuries."

After saying this, Fu Tiancheng turned around and left.

Yan Ping raised his eyebrows. He originally wanted to do it himself to speed up the process, but he didn't expect Fu Tiancheng to be so self-conscious.

"Wait."

Fu Tiancheng paused, stopped and looked back, "What's wrong?"

Yan Ping looked at the small bag that Wen Ye was carrying, "Give him the clothes that you brought back yesterday."

Wen Ye was stunned for a moment, recalling the robe that was crawling with maggots yesterday, and couldn't help but twitching his lips.

"Really?"

Yan Ping nodded.

Fu Tiancheng looked puzzled, "What clothes?"

Wen Ye took out the tattered clothes from his bag and handed it to Fu Tiancheng with an indescribable expression on his face.

Fu Tiancheng looked at the expression on his face, took the clothes in his hand, shook them open and took a look. It was indeed a very tattered piece of clothing, like a beggar begging for food.

He frowned.

"What am I going to do with this dress?"

Yan Ping didn't even raise his head. "This clothing is made of special materials. Wearing it can reduce the impact of spiritual energy or demonic energy."

"Since you are going, it would be better if you wore this dress."

Otherwise, if he wasn't paying attention, Fu Tiancheng would be killed by that evil cultivator.

Fu Tiancheng was speechless.

Thinking of the pills he had taken before, he gritted his teeth and put on his clothes.

He put on this tattered robe over his already dirty clothes, and if his hair was a little messier, he would look even more like a beggar.

"Then I'll go."

Fu Tiancheng put it on, left a word and hurried away, fearing that he would be left behind again.

Wen Ye watched him leave, then turned to look at Yan Ping. A complicated expression finally appeared on his cold face.

"He's really wearing it!"

Yan Ping snorted and laughed, "I told you I'd give it to you but you didn't want it. Don't regret it later."

Wen Ye chose to skip this topic.

Seeing that he was still in the same state of unbearable pain as before, Wen Ye thought for a moment and then handed the bag of spirit beads over.

"Senior, can you inhale a little more?"

Not only was Yan Ping's face pale, but even his lips were bloodless. He shook his head, "No, I have a headache now, and spiritual energy is useless."

He looked in the direction where Fu Tiancheng left, stood up and sighed.

"Let's go, follow him."

Wen Ye was a little confused, "Senior, why don't you take a rest?"

"No."

"Go and watch. It's a good opportunity for you to broaden your horizons."

The other side outside the formation.

Cheng Hao was searching in the woods with a gloomy look. He was covered in blood and although his body was surrounded by wisps of uncontrolled demonic energy, he looked much better than Fu Tiancheng who had a weak breath before.

Now, as long as he finds Fu Tiancheng, he will kill Fu Tiancheng!

After chasing Fu Tiancheng all night last night, he chopped dozens of formation plates into pieces.

Even so, he did not find the evil cultivator and kill him.

Instead, he completely consumed all the energy and blood he had accumulated recently, and even his demonic energy became somewhat out of control.

He couldn't swallow this humiliation unless he killed Fu Tiancheng.

Crack, the heavy footsteps fell on the leaves, making a crisp cracking sound.