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

The farce at the disciple assessment office is over.

Wen Ye followed Fu Tiancheng to send the man to the execution hall. He was the person involved and was taken out after a few questions.

The remaining group of people were still being tortured in the torture hall.

Fu Tiancheng took him outside and couldn't help but sigh.

"Your actions this time are truly gratifying."

Xu Ping does not have a good reputation among the lower-level disciples of the entire Tianyang Sect. He bullies male disciples, harasses female disciples, and bullies invisible people with no background.

If any ordinary disciple had done what he did, he would have been expelled from the sect long ago. However, the fact that he was able to grow up safely and even reach the stage of foundation building was all thanks to his father who was an elder at Fafeng.

In the past, even if Xu Ping did something evil, he would always be stopped before being exposed, either by coercion or bribery, and many of them were sent back after being taken to the execution hall.

There are very few cases like today where someone is caught red-handed and sent directly to the execution hall.

In the end, it was just a matter between juniors, and it couldn't be considered as him bullying the weak.

Wen Ye: “Just luck.”

At first he just planned to beat Xu Ping up. A Qi Refining Stage beating up a Foundation Establishment Stage, Xu Ping shouldn't be so shameless as to spread the news everywhere, so the situation was still under control.

But then Fu Tiancheng came, and Wen Ye thought of some rumors in the sect, so he decided to take action to clean up the mess.

If it is really as he judged, then today's event is really great.

Wen Ye didn't want to talk about this anymore and changed the subject.

"Master Fu, you came back so quickly. Have you dealt with everything in Qingyuan City?"

Fu Tiancheng nodded with a smile on his face.

"Well, in the past few days, you should know the process of the disciple assessment."

Wen Ye nodded, "The first round tests talent, the second round tests state of mind, and the third round tests comprehension."

Fu Tiancheng: "Yes, but the third round is far more than just a test of comprehension, it is also a place to test the talents you have learned."

Fu Tiancheng: "Jianfeng, Fafeng and our Huayangfeng will all recruit disciples after the third round."

Fu Tiancheng said this, turned around and looked at Wen Ye and said with a smile, "But if there are elders who like me, I can accept you as a disciple in advance."

"Before in Qingyuan City, Yan Ping insisted that you enter the Tianyang Sect before becoming his disciple."

"Now that your admission into the Tianyang Sect is secured, I think you can become my disciple in advance."

When Wen Ye heard this, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He finally understood that Fu Tiancheng had resolved the matters in Qingyuan City and rushed back in a hurry just to accept him as his disciple first.

"Master Fu, I really need a guide in the art of formations, and I really want to become your disciple."

"But I have to go back and ask Senior Yan about this matter first."

Fu Tiancheng's smiling lips suddenly froze, "He woke up?"

He rushed back just to catch Yan Ping who was still unconscious so he could kidnap him first.

After hearing what Ye said, he seemed to wake up.

The next second he saw Wen Ye nodded decisively.

Fu Tiancheng was a little disappointed, "He woke up so quickly!"

Wen Ye laughed, "Tianyang Sect has abundant spiritual energy, much more abundant than Qingyuan City. Senior Yan will naturally wake up once the spiritual energy he lacks is replenished."

Fu Tiancheng didn't give up, "Where is he now? I'll take you to find him."

If the person is not awake, you can kidnap him. If he is awake, then take him to kidnap him in person.

Wen Ye: "Taohuaju."

Fu Tiancheng nodded, "That place is not bad. It does have more spiritual energy than other places in the sect."

"I'll take you there now."

Wen Ye: "...Don't be so anxious, Master Fu, you just came back, go back and rest first."

The people who come to the disciple assessment office are all kinds of people, and they know and bring all kinds of things.

Although Yan Ping didn't say it, Wen Ye observed that he liked to wear nice clothes.

So when Wen Ye first came to the disciple assessment center, he found someone to exchange a lot of cloth and asked someone to make clothes. They should all be ready by the day after tomorrow.

Bring them together to Yan Ping when the time comes.

……

Peach Blossom Residence.

The night was dark.

Yan Ping lazily lay on the stone beside the pond, quietly suppressing the pain in his meridians.

His pale, slender fingers were placed on his body, and when the pain wasn't so severe, he would raise his hand to point to the bright moon in the sky.

The moon in Qingzhou is relatively small, only as big as a plate.

But Yuanzhou is different.

Not only was the moon as big as a washbasin, the mountains were also high, and attacks from strange sea beasts were frequent.

Throughout the year, most of the time is spent fighting sea beasts. After defeating one wave, there is another wave, and the days seem to have no end.

Unlike Qingzhou, whose protective formation can even extend into the sea, it has been who knows how long it has been since he was beaten by sea beasts.

When Yan Ping thought of these things, he suddenly remembered his deployment in Yuanzhou.

This time he sneaked out and will disappear for a few years. I don’t know if his subordinates will be anxious.

Although I left a letter, those people are not peaceful either. I hope nothing happens.

A feeling of dizziness began to spread from his sea of ​​consciousness again. Yan Ping put his hands down, closed his eyes, and waited quietly for the dizziness to pass.

But this time my luck was not good, and the original dull pain turned into a sharp colic.

Yan Ping's face turned even paler and his breathing became lighter.

His eyes, which were already closed, closed even tighter, and fine beads of cold sweat slowly overflowed from his forehead.

His half-dry clothes were soaked again, and the cool night breeze made him feel a rare chill.

The moonlight was cold and charming, but when it fell on Yan Ping, it seemed as if it enveloped him in a layer of gentle, hazy glow.

The pale and thin figure gives people a feeling of fantasy that may break at any moment.

This was the scene that Yu Tianhong saw when she came to the pond carrying the medicine.

He froze in place.

Yan Ping's appearance is very beautiful, so beautiful that many people would be stunned when they see her.

But he is also dangerous, so dangerous that just one look at you will make you feel palpitations.

Yu Tianhong watched Yan Ping open his eyes and look at her. His eyes were deep, as if containing some kind of chaotic aura.

"What are you here for?"

Yan Ping's voice was calm but a little hoarse.

Yu Tianhong felt a faint tremor on his back, and he mistakenly thought that he was excited. His face turned red and his eyes became brighter.

"I'm here to deliver medicine to you, Senior."

"I prepared a dose of medicine myself according to the medicinal properties of the herbs in the senior's house, and I just boiled it."

"Senior, would you like to try it?"

Yan Ping was silent for a while, and restrained the aura that had just been used to intimidate Yu Tianhong.

He couldn't quite understand why someone's eyes would light up after sensing danger.

Yan Ping closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Bring it here."

His sea of ​​consciousness was about to explode with pain now. Medicinal herbs couldn't help much, but any relief they could provide was worth it.

Yu Tianhong happily handed the medicine over. He had a pretty good knowledge of herbal medicine. Although he was not as proficient as those alchemists, he was still able to prepare some medicine by himself.

Yan Ping forced himself to sit up from the stone despite the dizziness.

The feeling of dizziness worsened again. He put one hand on his forehead to relieve it for a while before taking the medicine from Yu Tianhong.

Although the medicine this time was dark in color, it did not have the burnt smell like the previous pot of medicine he cooked casually.

It also exuded a strong herbal scent, which made him feel a little itchy in his lungs.

Yan Ping frowned and suppressed the itch, then opened his mouth and took a sip. Yan Ping's face changed, becoming a little distorted and a little painful.

Yu Tianhong was shocked when she saw this scene.

"Senior, what's wrong with you?"