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

Qingyuan City.

Still a lively crowd.

Yan Ping watched Shen Ping'an walking on the crowded street. His handsome face was not covered at all, but given his dusty air, he blended perfectly into the crowd.

Yan Ping had no way to communicate with Shen Pingan, he could only watch Shen Pingan wandering around the stalls.

A sturdy figure passed by Shen Pingan, but suddenly staggered.

Then he looked at Shen Pingan with a ferocious face, "Boy, don't you have eyes?"

"Don't you know who is protecting this street? How dare you bump into me like that!"

Shen Pingan glanced at this man. He was in the same Qi Refining Stage as him, but judging from his body's qi and blood, his realm should be higher than his.

A hint of coldness flashed across the depths of his eyes, then disappeared.

"What do you want?"

The vicious man sneered.

"Compensate!"

When Yan Ping heard this, he suddenly felt a little amused. He glanced at the other few people hiding in the crowd, who were obviously in the same group as the one who came to commit fraud.

He never expected that the people he supported would be bullied by those who outnumbered them and used them to extort money from them.

But now he is just like a pendant, there is no difference.

If he can't do anything, how will Shen Pingan solve it?

Yan Ping thought about it, and considering Shen Ping'an's sickly cat-like condition, his thoughts paused for a moment, and suddenly he felt a little sad.

Although Shen Ping'an killed two Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators on the coast, that was of course planned in advance. Although his injuries have mostly healed by now, he still has some hidden injuries.

What if something goes wrong while fighting with this guy?

Whether he can take action is not under his control.

If he failed to help Shen Pingan at the critical moment, Shen Pingan would not only lose money but also be beaten.

The more Yan Ping thought about it, the more worried he became. He looked at Shen Ping'an's current youthful appearance. Young people are always passionate.

What if you get too excited and start fighting with others?

Then the next moment he saw Shen Pingan nodded and calmly pointed to an alley not far away.

"How about we go there to discuss it?"

The scammer looked at him in surprise, then smiled with satisfaction.

"You are quite sensible. Let's go."

The vendors setting up stalls nearby did not say anything, but as they watched Shen Pingan and those people walk into the alley, a look of pity appeared on their faces.

These Qi-refining cultivators, who are like gangsters, have been running rampant in Qingyuan City for a long time.

They saw things like this every few days, and they didn't know what these people saw in the young man.

"Hand over that thing you're wearing."

Shen Ping'an had just entered the alley when several other monks separated from the crowd and stood guard at the entrance of the alley, blocking him in the alley.

Including the person who came to commit fraud, there were a total of 7 people.

"Since you are sensible, as long as you hand over this thing, we will let you go."

The man who first committed the fraud in a very vicious way spoke.

Yan Ping was stunned when he heard this. The thing Shen Pingan was carrying on his back was actually just him.

A broken sword.

There was no change in Shen Bing'an's expression, he just silently took the broken sword from behind him.

When Yan Ping saw his actions, he suddenly felt a sudden heart attack and a malicious feeling emerged in his mind.

Although he didn't want Shen Pingan to get hurt, Shen Pingan joined the group without any resistance and handed the broken sword to these people...

However, Shen Ping'an did not hand the sword to them. Instead, his eyes fell on the huge gem on the top of the hilt, as if he was thinking about something.

"Is there anything special about this sword?"

"It's worth it for you to rob me."

The person who took the initiative to cause trouble was their leader. Seeing that he didn't want to hand over the broken sword, the admiration in his eyes turned into a hint of ferocity again.

"Stop talking nonsense. Just bring it over if I tell you to."

Shen Ping'an glanced at them coldly, then suddenly raised his hand. An invisible force of formation suddenly spread out from the middle of the alley, sweeping everyone in.

After a stick of incense.

Shen Ping'an calmly hung the broken sword back on his back, left the alley and walked towards the street.

Yan Ping glanced at the seven stripped bodies lying in the alley, then looked at the expression on Shen Ping'an's face and sighed softly.

Pretty capable.

With an unexpected fortune, Shen Pingan entered the first floor of Duobao Pavilion in Qingyuan City.

They sell basic materials and there are a lot of people there.

Shen Pingan was not conspicuous at all. As he was silently and skillfully selecting a large number of materials, he suddenly heard flattering laughter not far away.

"Master Cheng is here!"

Shen Ping'an's gaze did not shift at all, and he was still selecting materials, but Yan Ping's attention was slightly attracted.

He saw a young man with a bright red complexion, dressed in gorgeous clothes and carrying a lot of good things.

He was greeted respectfully all the way up the stairs, and his figure finally disappeared on the stairs.

Yan Ping shifted his gaze back to Shen Pingan and curled his lips.

If he were in the Demon Realm, he could hand over the entire Duobao Pavilion to Shen Pingan!

Shen Pingan had no idea what was happening in the outside world. When he was carrying the materials to pay the bill, his eyes suddenly fell to the side.

Yan Ping followed his gaze and saw a sword placed on a shelf.

There is a long sword on the left and a scabbard on the right.

The long sword exudes a cold light, and the phosphorus pattern formed by special hammering is extremely conspicuous.

It's a very gorgeous sword.

When Yan Ping saw this, he couldn't help but raise his hand to hit Shen Pingan.

Although Shen Pingan doesn't know his existence now, Shen Pingan is already guilty!

Having him is not enough? He actually wants to buy another long sword!

Why didn't he realize before that Shen Ping'an was a fickle person who would eat what was in the bowl while still thinking about what was in the pot.

Perhaps because Shen Ping'an stared at him for too long, a waiter who was in charge of checking out the bill took the time to come over and entertain him, his voice very enthusiastic.

"Sir, would you like to buy a sword?"

"This sword is considered a good sword in Qingyuan City. It was made by a special master..."

The waiter wanted to continue the introduction, but Shen Pingan suddenly interrupted him.

He raised his hand and pointed at the scabbard next to the sword, his voice quite cold.

"How much is the scabbard?"

The waiter's voice was paused for a moment, and then he looked at the scabbard placed next to the long sword.

This scabbard is just as good as the long sword, with exquisite and delicate patterns along the bottom edge of the scabbard, and is dotted with many exquisite gems.

This set of swords is actually not that good. They are not sharp enough, nor tough enough. Their best use is for viewing.

But most people who do business on the first floor only pursue cost-effectiveness, so this sword has been placed here for a long time.

The waiter looked at the expression on Shen Ping'an's face and pondered for a moment.

“Not just for sale.”