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

Liu Qingpeng came over very quickly.

Not long after Wen Ye delivered the message, he appeared.

My usually cold heart is now full of vigilance.

He stepped into the wooden house and saw Yan Ping leaning against the head of the bed with his eyes closed.

Her hair was untied and fell from her shoulders. There were still some scattered hairs on her forehead, faintly covering her beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

Under the straight nose are lips that are so pale that they seem almost bloodless.

But still beautiful and attractive.

Liu Qingpeng only took a glance and then forced himself to look away, fearing that this was a temptation from the evil cultivator.

However, his efforts collapsed the moment Yan Ping opened his eyes.

When his eyes were closed, Yan Ping's beauty was like the calm surface of a lake, but the moment he opened his eyes, it seemed as if his eyes were filled with stars, becoming exceptionally dazzling.

Liu Qingpeng was stunned for three breaths before he retracted his gaze and spoke stiffly.

"I heard him say you were looking for me?"

Yan Ping snorted and laughed, "I want him to join the Tianyang Sect."

Liu Qingpeng's chaotic thoughts stopped instantly. Although they had some ulterior motives in saving Yan Ping, who would not thank him first after waking up, but instead make demands right away?

His eyes became sharp and there was scrutiny in them.

"Why should he be allowed to enter the Tianyang Sect?"

Wen Ye didn't get the answer just now, so now he looked at Yan Ping intently.

Yan Ping looked at Wen Ye, and suddenly a sense of evil interest arose in his heart.

"You go out first."

Wen Ye: "..."

He knew that this person would not say it to his face, but he was curious, so he pretended not to hear it.

Liu Qingpeng looked at him, but his expression remained unchanged.

Yan Ping sighed softly, "It's a matter between adults, a child like you shouldn't get involved."

Wen Ye moved, but just went to pour two glasses of water, one for Yan Ping who was leaning against the head of the bed, and one for Liu Qingpeng who was standing.

Then he spoke righteously, "You are not in good health, I have to take care of you."

Yan Ping couldn't help but snorted, but didn't appreciate it. He looked at Liu Qingpeng and said lightly.

"Please, throw him out."

The next second, Wen Ye was thrown out of the peach blossom forest.

Wen Ye was a little confused for a moment, but after seeing the changes around him, he couldn't help but start grinding his teeth.

He was unwilling to give up, so he walked towards the wooden house. The peach blossom forest, which was usually normal, became extremely difficult to walk through at this time.

Once you go in, you get lost and then you walk out.

After just one walk, Wen Ye realized that these peach blossom forests were a formation to prevent people from entering.

In the peach blossom forest, in the wooden house.

The originally mild atmosphere turned cold and hard the moment Wen Ye was thrown out.

Wisps of the formation's aura locked Yan Ping, who was lying on the bed.

Liu Qingpeng stared at Yan Ping coldly.

"What is your purpose in coming to Tianyang Sect?"

Yan Ping was not surprised by the aura of the formation that locked him.

He had a vague feeling when he just woke up, and now that the formation was activated, it became clearer.

However, there is a big gap between the formation and his own cultivation level, so these formations do not have much impact on him.

Yan Ping looked at him and said leisurely, "For Wen Ye, he must enter the Tianyang Sect. I hope you won't stop him secretly."

Liu Qingpeng narrowed his eyes, "Then why did he want to join the Tianyang Sect?"

Yan Ping smiled slightly, "Because his joining the Tianyang Sect concerns the safety of the entire Qingzhou and other continents."

"In order to ensure that nothing goes wrong in the continents, he must join the Tianyang Sect."

Yan Ping's words were extremely sincere and truthful, but they sounded like he was lying to a three-year-old child.

So Liu Qingpeng's eyes turned cold instantly.

"Qingzhou is now peaceful everywhere. Although there is chaos in the Demon Realm, it is far from being a threat to Qingzhou's safety."

"If you don't want to tell it, you don't have to lie."

Yan Ping sighed.

"If you don't believe this reason, then I can only tell you."

"It's a secret."

Liu Qingpeng: “…”

Liu Qingpeng took a deep breath and changed the subject.

"who are you?"

This is not just about asking the name, but also the origin.

But Yan Ping didn't really want to say it, so he spoke lazily.

"My name is Yan Ping, and I came from another continent."

"Although my skills are strange, I can swear that I have nothing to do with Qingzhou's group of demonic cultivators."

Liu Qingpeng tentatively believed that he came from other continents, mainly based on Yan Ping's appearance and cultivation. If he had appeared in Qingzhou, he would definitely leave traces.

But whether he has any relationship with the evil cultivators still needs to be discussed.

And why did this person insist on letting Wen Ye enter the Tianyang Sect? Although he also liked this child very much, if he was harmful to the sect, he must not be allowed in.

Seeing that he was still silent, Yan Ping showed a hint of curiosity in his eyes, and spoke slowly to Liu Qingpeng.

"Although my origins are unknown and my skills have some traces of demonic cultivation, I have never killed many people. Now I just want Wen Ye to enter the Tianyang Sect to study."

"You are so cautious even about this. Did you encounter something related to the demon cultivators?"

Liu Qingpeng's expression did not change at all.

But he was a little frightened. This man was a little too sensitive.

But his expression remained unchanged, there was just something wrong.

Yan Ping endured the dull pain and dizziness coming from his sea of ​​consciousness and recalled the original work.

In the original novel, the protagonist was still outside undergoing the disciple assessment at this time, and after he entered the Tianyang Sect.

Everything in the sect was calm and peaceful, nothing unusual happened.

The only problem is that there is a genius in swordsmanship who is said to be seriously injured. At the same time, the sect's mission hall has issued many missions to pick herbs to remove evil spirits.

As for this sword-fighting genius, Yan Ping's thoughts turned to the later period of the original work, in which it was revealed that this sword-fighting genius was the illegitimate son of the contemporary Lord of the Demon Realm.

In the later part of the original novel, it caused a lot of trouble for the Tianyang Sect.

But it seems that things are not peaceful now.

Yan Ping thought about it and suddenly took a breath of cold air. The pain in his sea of ​​consciousness, which was originally just dull, suddenly became extremely sharp.

The intense pain was like a nail, stirring violently in the sea of ​​consciousness.

His face turned pale instantly, and even his handsome eyebrows were tightly closed, and his slender fingers were clenched together.

When Liu Qingpeng saw him like this, he frowned and was about to step forward but was restrained by him.

Instead, he stood there, watching Yan Ping's previously pale face suddenly become somewhat transparent, and even his energy and spirit seemed to have weakened a lot.

It took a long time for Yan Ping to get over the headache.

When his tightly closed eyes opened, there was some fatigue in them.

Yan Ping suddenly became annoyed. He just wanted the protagonist to return to normal. There was no need to go through so much trouble.

He was too lazy to think about it anymore and decided to use the method he was most familiar with.

Yan Ping's eyes flashed with coldness, and he looked at Liu Qingpeng threateningly.

"The Tianyang Sect's disciple assessment is almost over."

"I don't care what you think of me, you must complete my two requests."

"First, let him take the first test like a normal person, and do whatever he gets."

"Second, we can't let him die."

"Otherwise don't blame me for going crazy."

After Yan Ping finished speaking, he closed his eyes again. After the sharp pain, he felt dizzy even if he leaned back and did not move.

Although Yan Ping speaks fast, his words are clear.

Liu Qingpeng heard it clearly and his face turned pale instantly.

He has been the elder of the Punishment Hall for many years, and it has been a long time since anyone has threatened him so blatantly.

He laughed angrily.

"Taohuaju has set up a God Locking Formation. You are seriously injured now. How can you be so arrogant?"

The dizziness seemed to spread from the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, becoming more and more exaggerated, and the dull pain that had previously subsided began to gradually turn into sharp colic.

Yan Ping's face turned visibly pale, and beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Hearing this, he opened his eyes without warning and looked at Liu Qingpeng.

His eyes were cold.

"Then you try?"