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

As the male protagonist was shocked and researching himself.

Young Shen Pingan came back from the woods again with many more wounds on his body, but his complexion was much better than before, as if he had taken some medicine.

But the coldness between his eyebrows was no different from before.

Yan Ping noticed him immediately and focused his attention on Shen Pingan.

He watched Shen Ping'an walk all the way from the woods to his side, part of his attention was on him, while part of him was still wary of Wuwang Hai.

At this time, only a part of Yan Ping's sword was exposed. Shen Ping'an did not move rashly. He half squatted down, looking at the piece of iron, with a hint of doubt in the depths of his eyes.

"what?"

Yan Ping was originally waiting for him to bring him out, but when he saw him coming, he said this.

Yan Ping's heart sank, and then his eyes turned unfriendly.

Good job, you are so brave that you dare to say that he is a thing!

Shen Pingan wants to die!

The next moment, Shen Pingan carefully dug away the sand, revealing Yan Ping's sword at this moment.

It was three fingers wide, had no scabbard, and had various marks of fighting on the sword.

Shen Pingan had an obvious frown on his face.

"sword?"

He took a look at the sea water that was constantly washing the sand, and half of the sword was still within the range of the sea water.

He seized an opportunity and carefully pulled out the sword completely.

After pulling it out completely, a look of daze appeared on his face again.

"Broken sword?"

It was at this time that Yan Ping discovered another abnormality in his body.

No wonder he felt strange before, it turned out that the tip of the sword was broken.

Yan Ping became more and more confused.

What is going on now?

Why did he turn into a sword?

Yan Ping thought about it, and called out, taking advantage of the vague sense of connection he felt because of Shen Ping'an's blood.

【Shen Pingan.】

He carefully observed the expression on Shen Bing'an's face, and then became a little disappointed.

Shen Pingan couldn't hear it.

Even when treating him, it was like treating a dead object.

After studying him for a while, he carried him away.

Poor Shen Ping'an couldn't find a suitable scabbard, so he could only search the bodies of the two dead people and get some cloth strips to wrap the sword, making a very simple scabbard.

Yan Ping wants to hit someone.

Even if the person in front of me is Shen Pingan, he cannot escape this beating!

He didn't know what was going on now.

But how dare Shen Pingan fool him with these dead people's rags?

Yan Ping watched Shen Pingan leave from the coast towards Qingyuan City.

Logically speaking, most of the people living along the coast are poor, and they are honest and simple.

But Shen Ping'an didn't know if he was born with some bad luck. He went to the village to change clothes, but found nothing.

So with blood all over his body, Shen Pingan could only take the small path.

But the path was not peaceful at all. There were many bandits who occupied the mountains and acted as kings, including some cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage.

There is a resource point near Qingyuan City. Although the mortals here are ordinary, most of them are quite strong.

Therefore, some people are fortunate enough to embark on the path of spiritual practice.

Shen Ping'an encountered such a person when he was walking on a small road. After several fights, his clothes became more and more torn.

Shen Pingan finally gave up and chose to take the main road.

But the main road is not easy to walk on, as some people have bad intentions towards him and want to catch him.

Although Shen Ping'an had murderous intentions in his heart, he could not withstand the relentless attacks in the alley.

The battle on the road almost resulted in a car accident.

At the critical moment, Shen Pingan finally exerted force on the sword that he had been carrying on his back.

This allowed him to escape successfully.

Only when they reached a safe and quiet place did Shen Pingan have time to put the sword in front of him, his eyes filled with deep confusion.

"What the hell are you?"

Yan Ping sneered. He knew Shen Pingan couldn't hear him, but he still couldn't help it.

【You are the thing. 】

Shen Pingan really couldn't hear anything. He looked at the broken sword with a heavy gaze.

He knew it was a sword, but the difference was that he could also feel another connection with the sword.

While fighting with others on the shore, he discovered that he had an additional connection with a certain existence.

When he finally discovered that the connection came from a broken sword, he became even more confused.

He was well aware that his luck had always been bad.

It is hard to judge whether this broken sword is a blessing or a curse for him.

He had thought about it before deciding to take the broken sword with him.

And after what happened today, it didn't seem so bad to take this sword with him, especially since it could still help him.

Next he has to go to Qingyuan City to find someone, and then join the Tianyang Sect. He may encounter a lot of trouble in the process.

Shen Ping'an lowered his eyes and wrapped the broken sword with the cloth strip again.

Yan Ping wanted to curse again.

But looking at Shen Ping'an's pale face, he gritted his teeth and decided to give up.

He recalled the strange things he discovered when he helped out during the day.

He really wanted to help Shen Pingan, but most of the time he was just like a dead object, a decoration.

When Shen Pingan was unable to take action during the day, Yan Ping's sword suddenly emitted light and helped him.

Yan Ping really wanted to take action, but he was not the one who would control the sword.

Yan Ping chose to give up on Shen Pingan and turned to think about other issues.

He felt that there was something wrong with the current flow of time.

He felt that not much time had passed since he woke up, but he could remember everything that happened in between clearly and had a deep memory of it all.

Could this be his previous memory?

His previous memories with Shen Pingan?

But he still didn't understand why he turned into a sword, and a broken sword at that!

[This is Yan Ping's perspective as a spirit sword and Wen Ye going through life together. This will probably take two or three days to write.]