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

Yan Ping slowly opened his eyes, with a thick black aura in them.

When Liu Qingpeng left yesterday, the doors and windows of the wooden house were not closed and were all open.

The falling petals were carried by the breeze and spread all over the courtyard of the wooden house, which was no longer as clean and tidy as before.

As the breath approached, footsteps were heard at the door.

Yan Ping's dark eyes looked towards the door solemnly.

An old man with white hair and beard appeared there, but this old man looked very gentle and kind.

After the two looked at each other, the old man's eyes showed surprise, and then he looked at Yan Ping gently.

Before he came, he had heard from Liu Qingpeng that this person had extraordinary looks, but he didn't expect him to be so outstanding.

Yan Ping was filled with irritation, but under the gaze of the old man, he suppressed it, leaving only the tiredness and exhaustion that he was forcing himself to hold on.

"You are the leader of the Tianyang Sect."

Yan Ping's voice was soft, but very certain.

This person did not conceal his aura when he came. He knew from afar that this was a person in the Void God Realm.

In the entire Tianyang Sect, the only one who has reached the realm of virtual god is the Sect Master of Tianyang Sect.

However, he was somewhat surprised that the leader of Tianyang Sect would be such a philanthropic old man.

The sect leader standing at the door smiled and walked in slowly.

"I'm."

Although the sect leader is old, his steps are steady and his eyes are full of energy.

The clan leader walked up to Yan Ping and looked at his clothes and bedding that were soaked with cold sweat, as well as his hair that was stuck to his face due to the cold sweat.

Then look at Yan Ping's pale face, which shows undisguised fatigue and discomfort.

The clan leader sighed secretly.

He sat on the edge of the bed and spoke gently.

"I know a little bit about medicine, why don't you let me take a look for you?"

Yan Ping glanced at him, thought quietly for a while, and then nodded.

Although he threatened Liu Qingpeng yesterday, the people of Tianyang Sect would not kill him today.

The clan leader saw his expression and laughed.

Liu Qingpeng had said before that this person had an extremely bad personality, and he was well prepared when he came.

But in the look they gave each other.

He could see the depressed mood in the man's eyes, but after the man saw him clearly, the impatience in his eyes subsided.

Some people will put down others and praise others because of their level of cultivation.

But the moment the sect leader saw the young man, he knew in his heart that he was not such a person.

It seemed that she was restraining her emotions only because of him.

The leader's thoughts were turning, but Yan Ping had just finished thinking and spoke lazily.

"random."

The clan leader smiled, then turned sideways and took Yan Ping's wrist which was placed aside.

Using spiritual power on someone you don't know well is a sign of great disrespect.

Most importantly, misunderstandings may occur if you are not careful.

Therefore, the sect leader did not use any spiritual power, but just the most common method of feeling the pulse.

Because Yan Ping's body was soaked with cold sweat, his arms felt slightly cool and slightly damp to the touch.

The clan leader placed his old fingers on his wrist, feeling it carefully.

His medical skills were much better than Yun Cheng's, but when he was also feeling the pulse, his kind face gradually became solemn.

He looked at Yan Ping who had his eyes closed. From this angle, he could even see the cold sweat on Yan Ping's neck that had not yet dried.

The sect leader pondered for a moment.

"Your sea of ​​consciousness is damaged?"

Yan Ping uttered a weak "hmm".

To be honest, he is very tired now.

If the person who came was not this old man, Yan Ping would have chased him out long ago, even those in the Void God Realm would have been chased out as well.

The sect leader felt helpless when he saw him like this. He was obviously still feeling troubled by his serious injuries, but he didn't expect that the person concerned didn't care that much.

However, looking at Yan Ping's undisguised tiredness, you can tell that he didn't get enough rest.

The sect leader sighed, raised his hand and swung out a stream of spiritual power, covering Yan Ping and the entire bed.

He originally wanted to clean Yan Ping, but he didn't expect that the spiritual power he exerted would be instantly absorbed when it approached Yan Ping's body.

There was a hint of surprise in the sect leader's eyes.

Then a faint sigh was heard.

Yan Ping was aware of his movements clearly, and although he was too lazy to care, at least he was replenished with a wisp of Void God Realm spiritual energy, and his body did not hurt so much anymore.

Yan Ping opened his eyes this time, and forced himself to look at the sect leader, saying tiredly.

"What do you want to see me for?"

The sect leader lost a bit of spiritual power, but didn't care. When he heard Yan Ping's words, he laughed.

He spoke so directly and seemed to treat Taohuaju as his home.

"Nothing, since you have come to Tianyang Sect, it is reasonable for me to come and see you."

Yan Ping looked at him in surprise. "Don't you suspect that I have connections with the demon cultivators?"

The clan leader stroked his beard with a smile in his eyes.

"I doubted it before, but after seeing you, I'm not so doubtful anymore."

This person has clear eyes and does not hide anything.

The clan leader unexpectedly had a liking for him.

Yan Ping let out a light click of his tongue, hinting at something.

"You people from the Tianyang Sect don't have such a good temper as you."

The clan leader laughed and said a few good words for his elders.

"Elder Liu is in charge of the sect's punishment hall. If he is too easy to talk to, he will lose his deterrent effect."

"So please don't blame me, sir."

Yan Ping snorted and laughed, his eyes rarely brightened, and there was a hint of scrutiny in his eyes as he looked at the sect leader.

The old man with white hair and beard let him look at him calmly, with a smile in his eyes.

However, through the old man's still bright eyes, Yan Ping saw a fleeting black shadow.

Yan Ping raised his eyebrows and took the initiative.

"Do you know that you have demonic energy?"

The clan leader was stunned for a moment, and when he looked at Yan Ping again, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"You're so badly injured, and you can still feel it?"

Yan Ping sat up somewhat uncomfortably. Just this one movement made him feel dizzy again.

The clan leader who was sitting next to him wanted to lend a hand, but Yan Ping simply waved his hand and let out a breath.

“I’m just more sensitive in this regard.”

The sect leader did not say whether he believed it or not, he just smiled and took out a cup of spiritual tea that could replenish spiritual energy from his storage space.

"Try it? This is the best Lingjian tea."

Yan Ping took the teacup without hesitation and drank it in one gulp like a cow chewing a peony.

The leader made no comment on this.

This cup of Lingjian tea contained sufficient spiritual power. At least after Yan Ping drank it, his body didn't hurt as much.

The spiritual power that flowed through the meridians at a high speed soothed the wounds in various parts of the meridians, and even restored some of the tired spirit.

Yan Ping sighed comfortably.

If it were before he got injured, he would have had as many of these things as he wanted.

But now, this cup of tea is not as good as a timely help to him, but it can be regarded as a piece of grass in the snow.

Yan Ping looked at the clan leader and thought for a long time before speaking.

"My name is Yan Ping. Although my skills are a bit weird, they have nothing to do with magic cultivation."

"I sent Wen Ye to Tianyang Sect for personal reasons, but I can guarantee that I have no ill will towards Tianyang Sect."

"On the contrary, perhaps I can handle the matters related to the demonic cultivators in your sect."

"As payment for your cup of tea."