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

Wen Ye watched Yan Ping's expression change so much in a short period of time, and felt that this man might be a little confused.

As soon as we got ashore, things started to get weird.

I was startled by his sudden approach to me, and before I could react, I heard a very gentle question.

The voice seemed to carry some kind of enchantment, penetrating deep into his soul and causing him to open his mouth unconsciously.

"Wen Ye."

After saying his name, Wen Ye suddenly came to his senses, realizing that he had been tricked, and broke out in a cold sweat.

The look he gave Yan Ping was filled with shock and anger.

"What do you want to do?"

After Yan Ping got the answer he wanted, he relaxed. In order to make sure that the man was not lying, he even used a little spiritual power.

The protagonist's name is Shen Ping'an, a typical Long Aotian protagonist, who has nothing in common with this person.

After confirming that the two people were not the same person, his plan could be fully implemented.

Yan Ping looked excited.

"I just saved you, you will follow me from now on."

Wen Ye felt that he was not too bloodthirsty, but there was something wrong with his ears.

"what are you saying?"

Yan Ping narrowed his eyes, and a dark line flashed across his narrow and long phoenix eyes.

"you are not willing?"

Wen Ye felt the crisis and felt a chill down his spine. Although he still had his own things to do, he knew what was happening.

So he fell silent.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Yan Ping's expression became cheerful again.

But when he saw Wen Ye’s pale face, he thought for a moment, found a pill he had made a long time ago and handed it over to him.

Yan Ping had an exquisite and somewhat enchanting appearance, and his skin was white and transparent, looking like a young man who was ignorant of the ways of the world.

But the palm of his outstretched hand was covered with fine and dense scars, forming a sharp contrast with his personality.

Although Wen Ye noticed this, he paid more attention to the pill in Yan Ping's hand.

The pill was black and round. When the moonlight fell on it, it reflected light faintly. In short, it didn't look like a good thing.

Wen Ye looked at Yan Ping and was silent for a while.

Yan Ping thought he was bothered by the color and kindly explained it to him.

"Don't worry, it's for healing purposes only, it's not poisonous."

Wen Ye didn't believe it.

But his body had been stretched to its limit, and his eyes went dark, and he knew nothing.

Yan Ping looked at the person who had fainted on the beach and couldn't help but sigh.

Then he stuffed the pill directly into Wen Ye's mouth, and the pill melted in his mouth.

The pill didn't look like a good thing, but for a person in the Qi Refining Stage, it contained sufficient spiritual power. Wen Ye's complexion began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the injuries on his body slowly began to heal.

The people at the scene were either dead or unconscious, so Yan Ping found a broken piece of wood to sit on.

If it were in the past, I could just fly away, but now I can’t use my spiritual power.

In this place where there is no village or shop nearby, he really didn't know where to go.

We can only wait for Wen Ye to wake up.

……

When Wen Ye woke up, it was already the next morning.

The sun is rising along the coast, and the sunlight is still cold.

A blade of grass kept harassing his ear.

He suddenly opened his eyes, with a dark aura in them.

A lazy voice came from the side.

"Hey, do you know how to get to Qingyuan City?"

Wen Ye squinted his eyes and looked to the side, and saw Yan Ping playing tricks on him.

His face was delicate but pale, and when he looked up from below, he could still see scars underneath his tattered clothes.

But the owner of the scar didn't take it seriously at all. Seeing that he didn't say anything, he poked him again.

"Don't sleep anymore. Get up once you're healed."

"Let's go to Qingyuan City."

The memory of last night came back to him, the memory before he fell asleep was that this person was going to make him take a poison pill.

Wen Ye: "..."

He stood up and checked his body, and found nothing unusual. Instead, his previously severely injured body had completely recovered.

Even his own cultivation has improved a little.

The only one who can heal his wounds here is this God of Death.

Wen Ye pursed his lips. Although he didn't know what this man was thinking, he actually healed his wounds.

"Thank you, senior."

When Yan Ping heard the thanks, he raised his eyebrows, but did not refute and continued to urge.

"Hurry up, take me to Qingyuan City."

Wen Ye looked at him deeply.

I went to find the two bodies and searched them, and found a bunch of odds and ends.

Yan Ping was a little surprised, "What are you doing?"

"give change."

"It's about three hundred miles from here to Qingyuan City. If you find money to rent a horse, you can get there in one day."

Wen Ye said as he was choosing.

Yan Ping was stunned for a moment, "You can't fly?"

Wen Ye paused, raised his head and said calmly, "A cultivator from Qingzhou must at least reach the Solid Dan realm before he can fly."

If cultivators below the Solid Dan realm want to take off and travel, they have to rely on the flying birds raised by the sect.

But this place is too remote, and the only flying bird base is in Qingyuan City, so they can either walk there by themselves or rent mortal horses for transportation.

Yan Ping suddenly understood. According to what was said in his previous life, the continent he was on was called Yuanzhou, which was equivalent to the place for cultivating immortals.

Qingzhou is the realm of mortals, so it is reasonable that the spiritual energy here is scarce.

It makes sense that monks cannot fly.

Yan Ping figured it out and stopped paying attention to it. Wen Ye put away the hidden weapons and other things, then turned his attention to a scroll found on them.

He didn't know what the scroll was made of, but Wen Ye knew that it was a wanted warrant.

The information about the hunt can be fed back to their clan leader.

Wen Ye curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer, spread out the scroll, wrote two words on it, and then turned the scroll into ashes.

The aura on the scroll suddenly faded away. Yan Ping took a curious look at it and twitched his lips.

……

The aura of the scroll rose from the fishing village, traveled thousands of miles, and quickly landed in the Lin family's mansion.

The Lin clan leader was entertaining guests, and there were quite a few people sitting around him.

Today, the Lin, Qin and Wen families are discussing marriage. All the important figures of each family are present. No matter what went wrong in the past, they are all chatting and laughing now.

A scroll aura suddenly appeared.

The Lin clan leader who was sitting in the upper seat sensed the message coming, which was the long-awaited scroll.

Two people in the Foundation Establishment stage were chasing a Qi Refining stage, and it took them so long to pass on the information.

The Lin clan leader was a little surprised, but today the three clans were gathered together, so it was a good opportunity to make an example of that kid.

If you disrespect Lin in the future, you will die.

The people around him noticed something was wrong, gradually became silent, and all looked at the Lin clan leader.

The Lin clan leader raised his hand and waved, but unexpectedly only two big words suddenly appeared.

"idiot."

The Lin clan leader's expression changed, and the aura of the scroll dissipated instantly.

Although the aura of the scroll dissipated quickly, everyone in the front row was a clan member with some cultivation experience, so everyone could see the words on the scroll.

They looked at each other, not daring to speak, and didn't know who dared to provoke the Lin family like this.

The Lin clan leader became increasingly angry and slammed the table.

"How dare you, Zhu Zi!"

The Lin clan leader's furious voice echoed in the hall, and the inexplicable bustle in the distance disappeared in an instant.

The hall was silent.

The Qin clan leader frowned slightly.

"What happened?"

The Lin clan leader did not answer, but looked at the Wen clan leader with a gloomy face.

"Your Wen family has produced a good boy."

"My two Foundation Establishment subordinates are all dead."

The Wen clan leader suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.