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

The clan leader raised his eyebrows, looked at him kindly, and asked an unrelated question.

"how old are you?"

Yan Ping glanced at him, somewhat surprised.

What did this old man see?

"you guess?"

The clan leader laughed and said, "I won't guess."

Yan Ping also laughed, but after laughing twice he started coughing.

The spiritual power of that cup of tea can only last for a short while.

The clan leader did something quite unexpected.

He placed his hands behind Yan Ping's back and slowly injected spiritual power into him. Yan Ping narrowed his eyes but still did not resist, allowing his spiritual power to enter his body.

The sect leader's spiritual power is very similar to that of others, peaceful yet steady.

With the comfort of external spiritual power, Yan Ping's cough gradually subsided.

When the clan leader saw that he had calmed down, he moved his hand away and said thoughtfully.

"You know a lot about demon cultivation?"

Yan Ping's eyelids half drooped, "Not bad."

Sect Master: "Can you also remove the evil spirit from the soul?"

Yan Ping glanced at him lazily.

“Yes, but it will take a lot of time.”

"But I can help, but you have to provide me with medicinal herbs to restore my sea of ​​consciousness."

Yan Ping had some good feelings towards this old man. After all, he was living on someone else's land and could do some work.

The clan leader laughed and said, "You, my junior, I have provided you with a place to cultivate yourself, yet you are still negotiating terms."

Yan Ping sighed and pointed outside.

"Isn't that formation used to trap me?"

A sly look flashed across the clan leader's face, "That's used to protect you."

Yan Ping looked at him in surprise.

There are many people who confuse right and wrong, but this kind-looking old man doesn't look like one.

The sect leader looked at the expression on his face and found it to be very lively, very different from that of these old men.

He stroked his beard and said leisurely.

"You don't look like someone who has taken the Rejuvenating Pill."

Yan Ping glanced at him, smiled slightly, and suddenly released a bloody murderous intent.

"Do you think it looks like that now?"

The air was filled with murderous aura and blood, making people feel as if they were instantly in a bloody purgatory.

The room fell silent in an instant.

This evil spirit exists in this wooden house. It is not targeting anyone in particular, but the sect leader can feel the invisible and terrifying pressure.

He felt a chill on his back.

This kind of overwhelming evil spirit can't be cultivated in an ordinary place. When he faced the Lord of the Demon Realm, he didn't feel such terrifying pressure.

The sect leader was frozen for a while, then gave a bitter smile.

"You really have a bad temper."

"I'm just curious about your age. Why do you treat an old man like me like this?"

"You don't know how to respect the elderly and love the young."

Seeing that his attitude remained unchanged, Yan Ping raised his brows for a moment, then retracted his murderous aura.

He has always been able to control these mental pressures with ease.

Yan Ping got off the bed, walked around him, and said lazily as he walked out, "Do you want to help?"

The sect leader followed behind him and asked, "Your sea of ​​consciousness is injured, is it okay?"

Yan Ping looked at the fallen flowers all over the courtyard. He couldn't see the well, but he could hear the sound of flowing water not far away.

He walked out lazily.

"Just prepare the herbs for me."

The peach blossom forest is also within the range of the God-Locking Formation.

People in the formation who want to go out are usually blocked by the unpredictable peach blossom forest.

But Yan Ping walked in as if it were flat ground, and even had the leisure to pull out a peach blossom to play with. From the back, it was impossible to tell that he was seriously injured.

The sect leader felt somewhat helpless. Although he subconsciously knew that this formation could not stop Yan Ping, he never thought that he would be ignored by him.

There is a clear stream in the peach forest, but it is very shallow in most places.

Yan Ping followed the direction of the stream, walked towards the depths, and finally came to the towering cliff.

There was a clear pond, surrounded by a circle of stones for decoration.

Yan Ping found a relatively flat place and walked into the pool.

The water in the pond was very cold, but Yan Ping only felt happy.

The sticky feeling on my body completely disappeared the moment I entered the pool, leaving only a refreshing feeling.

After simply rinsing himself in the water twice, Yan Ping found a relatively flat stone to lie down on.

The sun was shining brightly, and although his meridians were aching, Yan Ping felt it was a good time to sleep. Just as he was drowsy, he heard the sect leader's sigh.

"Excuse me."

"I will prepare the herbs and bring someone to see you tomorrow."

Yan Ping turned over and pretended not to hear anything.

......

Tianyang Palace.

There was a young man inside, his back as straight as a pine tree and as sharp as a sword, standing upright in the center of the hall.

When the clan leader came back and saw him, he called out to him kindly.

"Tianhong."

Yu Tianhong turned around, his face pale, his eyes determined, but there was depression between his brows.

"grandfather."

The clan leader waved his hand, took him to sit aside, and spoke slowly.

"The evil spirit in your soul may be saved."

A hint of joy appeared in Yu Tianhong's eyes. His soul was almost completely covered by the evil spirit. He would be fine in the short term, but over time, his character would be affected sooner or later.

Even though his grandfather was at the level of a virtual god, he could only remove the evil spirit little by little each time.

I thought this was the end of my life, but I didn't expect there could be hope.

Yu Tianhong thought for a moment, "Is it the guest from Taohuaju?"

He rarely appears in public, but he knows a lot about the Tianyang Sect.

The clan leader nodded, but he sighed when he thought of Yan Ping's character of changing his attitude at any time.

"He has a bad temper. Be careful when you go over there."

A hint of doubt arose in Yu Tianhong's mind.

"Can you kill someone?"

The sect leader's hand stroking his white beard suddenly stopped. Judging from the brief contact today.

Although Yan Ping released his murderous intent, he did not actually take action.

He doesn't seem to have a bad character, the sect leader pondered for a moment.

"Don't provoke him, and nothing will happen."

If the clan leader hadn't been left with no other options, he wouldn't have wanted to take his grandson with him.

The main reason is the demonic energy in his soul, which is too special.

There was a hint of worry in the sect leader's eyes as he looked at Yu Tianhong.

Yu Tianhong didn't notice it, but he still felt a little alert when his grandfather didn't give a direct answer.

……

Another day passed.

The next morning, the sect leader took a bunch of medicinal herbs with him and brought Yu Tianhong to Taohuaju.

The formation in the peach blossom forest has been closed by him.

The peach blossom forest looks particularly beautiful at this time.

The sect leader did not hide his aura and walked inside along the path in the peach blossom forest.

When passing by the stream, he paused, then walked upstream along the stream.

Yu Tianhong followed behind him and saw this scene with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Then when it reaches the end, it becomes amazing.

I saw a person sleeping beside a pool deep in the stream.

The loose hair vaguely covered his delicate eyebrows and eyes, and even the peach blossoms falling on his body gave him an extraordinary elegance.

When the sect leader saw this scene, he was also amazed.

But he thought more about it. Yan Ping fell asleep here when he left yesterday, and he is still sleeping now. Could he have fainted again?

At this moment, Yan Ping moved, his black eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.