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

As soon as Fu Tiancheng finished speaking, he attacked Cheng Hao directly.

Cheng Hao reluctantly withdrew his eyes from Yan Ping and concentrated on fighting with Fu Tiancheng.

As long as he killed Fu Tiancheng and then took the beauty away, no one would be able to stop him.

During the battle between the two, wave after wave of impacts packed with spiritual power made the ruins of the forest bigger and bigger.

The sudden appearance of open space in the woods made the wind stronger and stronger, bringing with it a trickle of rain.

It hit the ground with a plop, splashing up clouds of dust, and the earthy smell spread in the wind.

Yan Ping raised his hand to cover his nose and said in a muffled voice, "The rain is coming so fast."

If the Water Avoidance Technique wasn't a little difficult to learn, he would teach Wen Ye right now.

Wen Ye looked down at the backpack that Yan Ping was leaning on. He couldn't release his spiritual power to block the rain during the Qi training period, but he could try to set up a formation.

"I'll use the spirit beads to set up an array and see if I can block their attack."

The earthy smell became stronger with the falling rain, and as Yan Ping breathed, an itchy feeling spread from his lungs to his throat.

Yan Ping shook his head uncomfortably, "Don't worry about it, they'll soon decide the winner."

"So fast?"

Wen Ye was a little surprised and looked up at Fu Tiancheng.

But after a few moments, Fu Tiancheng was actually at a disadvantage.

Wen Ye: "..."

The victory or defeat was indeed decided quite quickly.

The demonic energy on Cheng Hao next to him became stronger and stronger, and his eyes gradually turned scarlet.

Wen Ye frowned.

"What's up with him?"

Yan Ping felt the itch in his throat getting worse and worse, and couldn't help but coughing.

"The demonic energy is backfiring. He must have switched to the path of magic halfway through, and now he can't control it."

"Master Fu can't hold on any longer, you better watch out."

As soon as Yan Ping finished speaking, the sword in Fu Tiancheng's hand was directly knocked away by Cheng Hao during a fight.

A fierce look flashed across Cheng Hao's eyes. Taking advantage of the fact that Fu Tiancheng had no weapon in his hand, he turned around and kicked him directly in the chest with all his strength.

Fu Tiancheng was kicked several hundred meters away.

Wen Ye's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Master Fu!"

When Cheng Hao heard his voice, he suddenly turned his head to look over, his face full of joy. His scarlet eyes stared at Wen Ye, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

"If you miss him, I'll take you down first!"

Cheng Hao's murderous intent instantly enveloped Wen Ye like a tide. Just as he was about to act, Fu Tiancheng's cold voice suddenly came from behind him.

"I'm not dead yet, why are you in such a hurry?"

Cheng Hao's pupils suddenly shrank and he turned around abruptly.

"How come you're not dead?"

The kick he just gave had been on the heart. Even if a person was in the Dan Hua realm intact, he would have died for sure, not to mention that Fu Tiancheng was injured.

Fu Tiancheng was walking over from a distance. Although he was also injured, compared with the previous situation where he was sure to die, this was only a minor injury.

He touched the clothes on his chest. Although there was shock in his eyes, he quickly suppressed it and looked at Cheng Hao with a sneer.

"This means that I am not destined to die!"

Wen Ye, standing nearby, couldn't hide his surprise.

Yan Ping suppressed the itch in his heart, looked up and admired Wen Ye's expression, his face full of joy.

Even if his clothes are torn, they are still good things.

Yan Ping said leisurely, "Now you know the value of it, right?"

Wen Ye: "...I know what's good."

After the moment of shock, Wen Ye thought of Yan Ping's tattered clothes.

No wonder they had to pick it up. This is not just clothing. This should be given to some small family.

This dress must be passed down as a family heirloom.

Cheng Hao's bloodshot eyes instantly locked onto Yan Ping. His appearance was too attractive, so he didn't want to question him.

So after two breaths, he moved his attention viciously to Wen Ye.

"What are you talking about?"

Wen Ye looked at his turning eyes, twitched his lips, but said nothing.

The rain is getting heavier, from the drizzle at the beginning to the raindrops as big as beans now.

In just a short while, Yan Ping's hair was soaked, and the white robe he was wearing was also soaked.

Yan Ping let out a sigh of relief. Wen Ye had witnessed the effect of the robes, and he also missed the spiritual energy in Feixian Inn.

Yan Ping stood up, his straight robe instantly soaked by the wind and rain, and he looked at Cheng Hao.

Cheng Hao was also looking at him. When their eyes met, Cheng Hao suddenly had a sense of crisis because the man in front of him looked sick and thin.

But he suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if he was being stared at by some ferocious beast.

The contempt in Cheng Hao's eyes disappeared and turned into vigilance.

But this vigilance was in vain. He only saw Yan Ping move, and the next second Yan Ping appeared in front of him. Cheng Hao could still see the casualness in his narrow and long phoenix eyes.

Cheng Hao's pupils shrank into needles in an instant, and then a heart-wrenching pain came from his Dantian.

Cheng Hao looked down stiffly and saw a pale hand reaching into his abdomen. His entire dantian was completely grasped and crushed.

Yan Ping took a step back expressionlessly. The wind brought the rain down, which fell on his slender fingers, washing away the thick blood on them.

In this short period of time, the spiritual power in Cheng Hao's body, which was originally relatively orderly, suddenly ran away from his body and was no longer under control.

The already chaotic demonic energy became completely chaotic in an instant.

Cheng Hao fell into the mud on the ground. When he realized what was happening, he instantly burst into a heart-wrenching wail.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The wails of a dying man whose cultivation had been destroyed could be heard over a long distance even in the rain.

In this forest, the sound was even more heart-wrenching.

Fu Tiancheng was shocked by this sudden reversal of the situation.

He stared in amazement at Cheng Hao rolling on the ground, then looked at Yan Ping standing next to him, and suddenly felt his scalp tingling.

He didn't expect that Yan Ping, despite being injured, could still take down a demon cultivator in the Danhua realm in an instant.

Even this person at the Danhua realm had no power to resist and his Dantian was destroyed just like that.

Anyone with this kind of strength is at least at the Virtual God level.

Their Tianyang Sect is as big as a sect with many people in the Huadan realm, but there are only a few people in the Xushen realm, and one of them is their sect leader.

Fu Tiancheng recalled his previous attitude towards Yan Ping and immediately felt relieved.

Fortunately, although he can be impolite occasionally, he has never said anything rude.

Wen Ye only reacted at this time, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

He knew that Yan Ping was seriously injured, but he didn't expect that at this time, even Huadan couldn't withstand his attack.

If it was during his heyday, how strong would Yan Ping be?

Wen Ye recalled the casual look on Yan Ping's face when he talked about enlightenment. Perhaps he had once reached that state.

Suddenly, the sound of two galloping horses was heard in the distance.

Fu Tiancheng frowned and looked over. This place was far away from the official road and ordinary people would not come here.

Now come the two people here.

Friend or foe?