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

Seeing him like this, Yu Tianhong hurried forward.

"Grandfather, calm down. This may have produced some other effects by accident."

As Yu Tianhong spoke, he took out a fiery red spiritual herb from his storage bag.

"Now that I have a senior to clear the evil spirit for me, I can't use it for the time being. Grandfather, you can find someone to try its effect first."

The clan leader looked at him in confusion. The daughter he raised turned out to be a fool, and his grandson also turned out to be a fool.

But my daughter's mother is not of that kind of personality.

The sect leader gave up thinking and didn't even look at Lie Xinlan. He took the medicine pot aside and put the bottle of medicine back.

"Keep it for yourself. If Yan Ping needs it, give it to him."

"I'll go find someone and ask."

After the sect leader finished speaking, he didn't even ask Yu Tianhong whether he wanted to leave or not, and transformed into a stream of light and left.

The cabin fell into silence in an instant.

Yu Tianhong was not as absent-minded as before.

After the sect leader's visit, Yu Tianhong's previous confusion and anxiety disappeared. Facing what happened last night, he regained his confidence.

As long as Yan Ping doesn't get tired of him, he can become his apprentice in no time!

He will eventually become the strongest man in Qingzhou, and then fight back!

In view of Yan Ping's words, Yu Tianhong did not plan to go to the pond for the time being. After tidying up the courtyard, he looked at the pond hesitantly while eating, and then gave up.

Then start practicing sword.

Being born with sword skills is not an excuse to be lazy. If you don’t practice sword skills, you will be lost in the crowd sooner or later.

……

If most of the territory of Jianfeng is bare, then the area of ​​Fafeng is full of trees.

At first glance, you can see the lush colors, which show tranquility and vitality.

A figure landed outside a cave and bowed his head.

"Elder, I have checked it out."

The seal at the entrance of the cave was opened, and the visitor walked in with his head down, and felt a strong spiritual energy. Envy arose in his heart, but he did not dare to look up.

If he looked up, he would find that the top of the cave was inlaid with spirit beads, arranged in a complicated formation.

This is where the rich spiritual energy comes from.

An old and cold voice came.

"How is Cheng Hao?"

The visitor said simply, "He's dead."

The old man hiding above frowned, "Has anyone found us?"

The visitor shook his head and said, "Everything related to Qingyuan City is carried by Fu Tiancheng, so I can't find out."

"But I also received news that Cheng Hao has been possessed by a demon."

The old man was shocked, "He is possessed by a demon?"

"Yes, according to rumors from the disciples, Fu Tiancheng also captured a demon cultivator, but he was brought back by Liu Qingpeng in advance, so I didn't get to see him."

Upon hearing this, the old man regained his composure, pondered for a moment, and then slowly tapped his fingers on his knees.

"It seems that this idiot has had private contact with those demon cultivators."

"It just so happens that all the things that have been difficult to hide over the years are pushed onto his head."

"Let those demon cultivators take the blame."

Visitor: “Yes!”

Then the visitor hesitated a little, as there was one more thing he was not sure whether he should report.

The old man was about to continue practicing, and seeing his hesitation, he asked, "What else?"

The visitor said: "After I returned to the sect, I heard some disciples talking about Xu Ping being taken to the punishment hall last night and he has not come out yet."

The figure hidden above did not speak for a while, just watching with his eyes and nose, waiting quietly.

After a while, the old voice was heard, without any emotion.

"what happened?"

The visitor said: "It is said that he went to the Disciple Assessment Office to cause trouble for a man named Wen Ye, but ended up being tricked by that man."

"Fu Tiancheng was present at the time, so Xu Ping was taken directly to the execution hall."

The old man narrowed his eyes, "Why is Fu Tiancheng there?"

The visitor said: "According to my observation, he should be here for Wen Ye. I have also heard of this name when I was in Qingyuan City."

"He is about sixteen or seventeen years old, and has just reached the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Stage."

The old man fell into deep thought, and when he recalled the process of a disciple's initiation, he suddenly sneered.

"No wonder he dared to attack Fafeng's people. It turns out he has a backer."

He may not have the talent for cultivation, but if he has a good talent for formation, it would explain why Fu Tiancheng appeared in the disciple assessment place.

The old man Cang said grimly, "Isn't he still in the Qi Refining Stage? While the disciple assessment is not over yet, give him a few Foundation Establishment Pills and some cultivation resources for the Foundation Establishment Stage."

"Find a way to get him to build his foundation as soon as possible and participate in this round of training for foundation-building disciples. Then we can kill him."

The visitor was not surprised by this and said, "Yes."

"What about Xu Ping?"

The old man Cang said: "Fafeng has indulged him for many years. It's time to let him suffer a little."

The visitor understood the implication, and the underlying meaning was to just ignore it.

The cave returned to silence, with only the vast spiritual pearl on the top of the cave shining brightly.

……

late at night.

By the pond.

The moon rose high in the sky.

Yan Ping was still in the same position as in the early morning, sitting cross-legged on the stone.

The moonlight poured onto his hair, passed through his strands of hair, and fell onto his bloodless cheeks.

The long eyelashes like crow feathers trembled slightly, and then slowly opened. The tiredness in the eyes faded a lot, but some remained.

The cold sweat on my body has been dried by the wind, and it no longer feels sticky or sour.

Yan Ping simply stood up, half-closed his eyes and slowly walked towards the wooden house.

After sitting here for a day and a night, he still preferred to lie on the soft bed.

As we walked along the path through the peach forest, the sound of someone practicing swordplay became louder and louder.

When Yan Ping passed by an open space, he saw a man with a natural sword bone practicing sword skills enthusiastically.

He was soaked all over, but the moisture evaporated under the influence of spiritual power. He worked very hard and diligently.

Yan Ping was thinking with his eyes half closed when he saw Yu Tianhong stop, then run towards him with a head full of smoke and an excited look on his face.

"senior!"

Yan Ping: “…”

He took a step to the side quietly.

Fortunately, Yu Tianhong didn't go too far. After getting closer, he slowed down and smiled brightly.

"How are you now, Senior? Are you feeling better? Are you feeling unwell?"

There were too many questions, and Yan Ping was too lazy to even say anything, so he was very concise.

"I'm very good."

After Yan Ping finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the wooden house.

Yu Tianhong stopped practicing sword and followed him, chattering non-stop.

"Senior, are you hungry?"

"Do you want to eat? I made several dishes this afternoon and kept them warm."

"I also prepared several other local wines, you can try them, senior."

Yan Ping felt that the child seemed to be noisier and more diligent than yesterday.

But he really didn't want to be disturbed now. Yan Ping stopped abruptly, turned around expressionlessly, and looked at Yu Tianhong.

The moonlight fell on him, making him look cold, like the untouchable moon in the sky.

Yu Tianhong subconsciously stopped chattering and looked at him quietly.

Yan Ping looked into Yu Tianhong's eyes and spoke word by word.

"I don't accept disciples."

After saying that, Yan Ping turned and left.

Yu Tianhong was left standing there for a long time.