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

For the first time, Wen Ye knew what it felt like to feel cold all over.

He stared blankly at the blood-red scene that covered the entire sky before him. Large patches of weeds were blown into pieces by the strong wind and fell on his face, bringing a slight warm feeling.

The wild grass was more or less stained with blood. My sense of smell was awakened at this time, and the strong smell of rust drilled into my nostrils unstoppably.

Wen Yaxin was instantly worried, and for a moment he didn't dare to think about whose blood it was.

Is it Yan Ping?

Or Yan Ping's sister?

When the blood-colored grass leaves fell completely, he saw two figures stuck there.

Yan Ping was standing behind Yan An in a strange posture, and the special magic weapon in Yan An's hand had fallen behind him at some point, guarding against Yan Ping's sneak attack.

Wen Ye watched Yan An slowly turn around, his face was pale, with blood on the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were unusually bright.

The Zhou Yin that was spinning behind her spun back in front of her, continuously emitting a mysterious aura, protecting her tightly.

She glanced at Wen Ye's condition inconspicuously before looking at Yan Ping.

"You didn't disappoint me at all."

She spoke with a nonchalant tone as she slowly raised her hand to wipe the blood from her lips.

Facing Yan An's words, Yan Ping's eyes were cold for a moment, and then a malicious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, staring at her closely.

"After not seeing you for a year, sister is much weaker than before."

"Was it the blood curse you received when you saved me that year?"

Yan An's eyes paused for a moment, then he raised his eyebrows, his eyes thoughtful, "It turns out that the culprit who arrested you back then was in Qingzhou."

No wonder she couldn't find any trace of him even after secretly searching all over Yuanzhou. After so many years, she had given up and didn't expect Yan Ping to find out.

Yan An looked at Yan Ping and curled his lips, "Did you get the solution? Give it to me."

Yan Ping's fingers, which were originally slightly curled up, paused.

Looking at Yan An's expression as if it was natural for him to ask him for a solution, he suddenly sneered.

"You want to seal me, why should I give it to you?"

Wen Ye, who had been listening to their conversation nearby, looked at Yan An when he heard this.

He knew about this matter, and he also knew part of the solution.

At this time, maybe you can find a way to pass it on first.

Perhaps it was because his gaze was too obvious, the two people confronting each other over there suddenly turned their heads.

Yan Ping suppressed the desire to merge with him and just stared at Wen Ye coldly, with enough warning in his tone.

"Think about it before you speak."

Yan An raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and moved his gaze away from Wen Ye's now forced calm brows, with a few strands of hair blown by the wind rising to the side of his face.

"Are you afraid that you won't be able to beat me when I get better?"

Yan An looked at Wen Ye meaningfully, "Especially afraid of losing to me in front of him."

Yan Ping's eyes instantly focused on Yan An, and his tone was unfriendly, "What do you mean?"

"Say you are a peacock with its tail spread out."

Yan An spoke very bluntly this time, with a hint of smile in his tone.

Yan Ping pinched his fingers, then secretly glanced at Wen Ye.

He was still murderous, but a secret curiosity arose in his heart.

He wanted to see what Wen Ye's expression would be in this situation.

Then he saw Wen Ye's tense expression. Although he looked calm on the surface, the anxiety and tension hidden beneath the calmness was very obvious to him.

Yan Ping's expression also turned gloomy, and he couldn't help but clench his fingers into fists.

He is still himself, but Wen Ye's attitude towards him has changed too obviously.

Yan Ping started to get angry for no reason.

Yan An and Wen Ye noticed the moment his mood changed, and they both turned their eyes to Yan Ping.

Yan An frowned slightly without leaving a trace, and suddenly took action without any warning. The continent seals that were originally swirling in front of her suddenly came out one after another and attacked Yan Ping directly.

The sword in Yan Ping's hand was instantly raised.

The surging aura brought by Zhou Yin collided with the sword intent in his hand, and instantly an extremely strong wave erupted.

The thirty-four continental seals emitted bright light at the same time, surrounding Yan Ping in an instant.

Ji Heyu, who was rushing towards the Demon Realm in the distance, suddenly had a red light on his arm.

He looked at the light on his arm and looked towards the direction of the Demon Realm in doubt.

Yan Ping, who was surrounded by Zhou Yin, realized something instantly. He looked at the Zhou Yin who were about to form an encirclement.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Wen Ye's wrist. The seal that originally belonged to him was now without any light.

The sword in his hand paused for a moment.

At the moment he paused, the encirclement formed by the Zhou Seals was completely formed, and the bracelet on Wen Ye's wrist also lit up an astonishing red light, reflecting the Zhou Seals.

Yan Ping's face suddenly turned ugly.

"I actually like him so much."

Yan An's somewhat surprised voice sounded in his ear.

The sword in Yan Ping's hand flickered unsteadily. He looked at Wen Ye who knew nothing about it, then turned to look at Yan An and said through gritted teeth.

"How dare you!"

Yan An chuckled, her pale face made her eyes brighter. She looked at Yan Ping's hair, which was now turning withered, and sighed.

“This is not a bet that won.”

Wen Ye only then came back to his senses from the incident that had just happened.

He looked at the bracelet on his wrist in a daze.

He was proficient in formations, but his realm and reaction were not as good as theirs.

Now that he has come to his senses, he will naturally discover it.

Just now, Yan An used him as the center of the formation.

At that time, Yan Ping had to either kill him to prevent the formation from forming, or be trapped in the formation.

Now the results are obvious.

Wen Ye didn't have any complicated emotions in his heart.

When Yan An cast his gaze over, he could still look back at him calmly.

A hint of surprise appeared in Yan An's eyes again.

And in this extremely short period of time, Yan Ping had already begun to accumulate sword power with a cold face, and the concentrated sword intent stirred up the wind and clouds.

Yan An Wuxia looked at Wen Ye more often. She had a lot of things to do since she came here.

Trapping Yan Ping is just a starting point.

The key is to suppress the excessive malice that Yan Ping has released now.

She took action again.

Wen Ye looked at the extremely complicated formation that suddenly appeared in the air, his eyes slightly widened. He didn't even know when Yan An had set it up.

Did it start when Yan An came here?

Such a complex and huge formation did not allow Yan Ping and him to discover any trace of it.

Wen Ye's eyes became complicated for a moment.

And at this moment, the formations formed behind were slowly compressing and condensing towards Yan Ping.

When Yan Ping saw this scene, his expression tensed visibly, and the sword energy in his hand accelerated again.

The light of the continental seals used to trap him also dimmed slightly.

If he just moved a little faster, he wouldn't be sealed again this time.

And at this moment, he noticed something strange, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Wen Ye.

I saw Wen Ye also releasing a formation. Although it was weak, it was constantly replenishing the formation.

"Wen Ye!"

Yan Ping shouted while gritting his teeth.

Wen Ye looked over, and there was a crazy calmness in his golden pupils.