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

Cheng Hao squinted his eyes and looked forward, only to see Fu Tiancheng, who had escaped with serious injuries before, now appeared in front of him holding a sword.

His injuries seemed to have recovered a lot, and he was wearing a pair of tattered clothes.

Cheng Hao didn't care at all and smiled grimly, "Are you not going to run away?"

Fu Tiancheng put the previous events behind him.

Looking at the man in front of him who was still wrapped in the tattered black robe, and thinking of what Wen Ye said, he narrowed his eyes and began to delay time while verifying something.

"Are you Cheng Hao, the Lord of Qingyuan City?"

Cheng Hao's movements suddenly froze.

When Fu Tiancheng saw this scene, the glimmer of hope in his heart finally disappeared, and a cold look involuntarily appeared on his face.

"Why do you want to cultivate magic?"

"The Tianyang Sect has enough resources, why would they attack those innocent mortal cultivators?"

Cheng Hao's identity was revealed, but he did not try to hide it. He took off his hat and said coldly.

"Fu Tiancheng, you are extremely talented, so of course you will have enough resources in the sect."

"But for those of us who are not qualified enough, there will be countless people rushing to grab any resources."

"If I didn't do this, how could I have cultivated to this point?"

Fu Tiancheng was not confused and his eyes became even colder.

"If you don't have enough talent, then work hard instead of trafficking mortals to cultivate magic."

"Who told you how to practice magic?"

Cheng Hao sneered, and a dark aura surrounded him. "That's easy to say, but as for who told me, how about I tell you after you die?"

After saying that, he attacked Fu Tiancheng directly.

Fu Tianben was planning to delay time, so he didn't fight him head-on and turned around to fly in another direction.

During the period of fighting and retreat, the surrounding woods were once again ravaged and turned into ruins.

After chasing for a long time, Cheng Hao noticed something strange.

Fu Tiancheng seemed to be consciously leading him to the other side, and he suddenly stopped.

Sure enough, Fu Tiancheng, who was fleeing in front, also stopped and was looking at him with a sneer.

"Why don't you chase me?"

"Are you tired?"

Cheng Hao narrowed his eyes, ignored him, and took two steps back. He then saw that Fu Tiancheng's expression tensed for a moment.

Cheng Hao smiled, "I suddenly realized that pursuing you doesn't seem to be that important."

After Cheng Hao finished speaking, he flew in the direction he had just come from. Fu Tiancheng, who was behind him, suddenly changed his expression and immediately chased after him, trying to stop him.

The woods are small, but also large.

Yan Ping and Wen Ye judged their destination based on the broken trees and walked slowly.

Yan Ping glanced at the dark clouds in the sky. The sun was completely blocked and a strong wind began to blow through the forest.

He exhaled slowly, stood on a rock under the tree, and fell into deep thought.

"Did you bring an umbrella?"

Wen Ye shook his head honestly. The sun was so bright before leaving the city today, who would bring an umbrella?

"Then do you know how to avoid water?"

Wen Ye paused for a moment, "No, I don't know any magic. I only learned swordsmanship and formations before, I don't know anything else."

Yan Ping recalled the journey through the mansion yesterday, "You have practiced the basic sword skills very well, how can you say that you don't have talent?"

Moreover, in the original novel, he was holding a peerless sword, which made Yan Ping feel a little bit uncomfortable about it.

Because this person took the peerless sword but did not use it. Instead, he refined it into the foundation of an array and focused only on the array formation!

"The master who taught me swordsmanship said that I had no talent for swordsmanship and that it was just a waste of time to pursue this path."

Yan Ping raised his eyebrows. The fat man’s mansion yesterday was full of mortals.

It’s not bad that Wen Ye was able to defeat all those people.

Yan Ping suddenly thought of a question, "How long have you been practicing swordsmanship?"

Wen Ye was a little embarrassed. "More than ten years, since I was old enough to hold a sword."

Yan Ping: “…”

If it were in the mortal world, a swordsman with more than ten years of experience would already be very powerful, but if among cultivators, if one cannot even develop the sword intent after practicing for more than ten years, it would be better to do something else.

No wonder the book doesn't use the peerless sword after getting it, but instead refines it into the basis of an array.

It's really about playing to one's strengths and avoiding one's weaknesses.

Yan Ping endured the pain in his sea of ​​consciousness, patted Wen Ye's shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "It's okay, I'll teach you."

It is better to teach people to fish than to teach people.

Although he was very confident that he could save Wen Ye, he was always afraid of accidents. Now that Wen Ye had lost that peerless sword, he had lost a great help.

If Yan Ping is not around one day, at least I can still protect myself.

The corners of Wen Ye's mouth curled up, and his usually cold face was tinged with a smile, just like a light snow turning into a spring breeze.

"Thank you very much, senior."

Yan Ping snorted and laughed.

There was a sudden noise in the woods in the distance, and they both looked up.

A figure in a black robe appeared in an open space not far away.

Cheng Hao stood in the open space, thinking with his head down. Although he noticed that there were two people nearby, he didn't take them seriously.

Carefully recalling the route Fu Tiancheng had taken just now, and then deducing the other direction, he narrowed his eyes and looked up at the position of the two people.

The moment he raised his eyes, Cheng Hao was stunned.

The only thing in his eyes was the man standing on the rock. He was wearing a loose white robe, but it was as straight as a pine tree. The strong wind blew on his body, causing the robe to rustle.

The jet-black hair fell on the face, outlining the most delicate face Cheng Hao had ever seen in his life.

And those pair of dark and narrow eyes were like the finishing touch, making him look dangerous.

The hair on the back of Cheng Hao's neck stood up.

He suddenly woke up and dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the long sword from Fu Tiancheng behind.

Yan Ping's face became more and more transparent due to the pain. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but sigh and turned to look at Wen Ye and talk.

"See? He only focused on the formation and didn't practice swordsmanship. Even if the enemy had such a big flaw, he wouldn't be able to catch it."

Wen Ye: "..."

Fu Tianben wanted to ask them why they came out, but when he heard this, his eyebrows suddenly jumped.

"What are you saying?"

After Cheng Hao dodged the sword, his eyes were fixed on Yan Ping again. If there was surprise in his eyes before, there was a hint of lust in his eyes now.

"who are you?"

Yan Ping pointed at Fu Tiancheng and smiled, "I am his helper."

Cheng Hao raised his eyebrows and looked carefully at Yan Ping's pale face. Even though he was standing in the wind, he looked very fragile.

He glanced at Fu Tiancheng standing next to him and sneered.

"You might as well help me instead of helping him."

Fu Tiancheng gripped the sword tighter.

Yan Ping was feeling uncomfortable standing at the moment, so he simply came back and sat cross-legged on the rock, rubbing his forehead with one hand, and asked as he rubbed.

"Master Fu, are you still going to fight?"

Wen Ye frowned slightly when he saw him like this, then put the bag behind him behind Yan Ping and let him lean against it.

Fu Tiancheng took a deep breath when he saw that the two of them had no intention of leaving.

"beat!"

At this point, he could only pray that support from the Tianyang Sect would arrive soon.