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

Just as the sword was about to touch Fu Tiancheng's head, a tattered robe suddenly flew over and covered Fu Tiancheng's head.

A picture flashed through Yan Ping's mind.

The vestment was piled on a table, and there were many maggots crawling around in the clothes.

Yan Ping's mind was confused, but he subconsciously stopped the sword in his hand, and even raised it a little to avoid it.

Although he didn't know where this picture came from, he didn't really want his beloved sword to be touched by it.

Because of this delay, a person who had tried his best to catch up finally appeared at the corner, gasping for breath and trying to stop them.

"Senior!"

"Wait a moment!"

Yan Ping was indifferent to the voice, but subconsciously ignored Fu Tiancheng standing in front of him in a robe, and looked coldly at Wen Ye not far away.

Murderous intent loomed over.

It was different from the trivial actions in the past, and different from the unconscious shroud he had just had on the deck. This time, the ultimate murderous intent was directed at him.

Wen Ye's brain went blank and he suffocated instantly.

Fu Tiancheng had already reacted. He stood in front of Wen Ye and stared at Yan Ping and spoke sternly.

"do you know who he is?"

Yan Ping wanted to avoid him, but there was no way around it. He said coldly, "Who he is has nothing to do with me. You are all going to die anyway."

Only then did Wen Ye wake up from his murderous intent under Fu Tiancheng's protection. He half-knelt on the ground and began to breathe heavily.

Even so, he held Fu Tiancheng with one hand and spoke intermittently.

"Senior...what happened to him?"

Fu Tiancheng didn't dare to look back and stared at Yan Ping closely.

"I don't know. He doesn't seem to know anyone now."

Wen Ye kept thinking and didn't dare to stop at all.

"Where is Elder Liu?"

The one with the highest martial arts ability here is Liu Qingpeng, and now we need Liu Qingpeng's help to delay time.

Fu Tiancheng recalled the sword stuck in Liu Qingpeng's heart, and his fists clenched suddenly, his voice a little dry.

When Wen Ye saw this scene, he had a bad feeling.

"He was stabbed in the heart by Yan Ping. He should be dead."

Hearing the ambition, his heart sank.

For a moment he was filled with thoughts.

Wen Ye finally stood up with his body stiff, blocking Fu Tiancheng behind him, and spoke in a stiff voice.

"Master Fu, I'm sorry, Senior Yan didn't mean it."

"I'll stop him, you go and gather the other disciples to leave."

Fu Tiancheng didn't say anything. Although he was clearly in great pain, he pulled Wen Ye behind him and said bitterly.

"I'm not blind."

But what's the use if he didn't mean it? Liu Qingpeng should be dead.

Fu Tiancheng is not the type of person who would vent his anger on others. Even if his heart was bleeding, he would never let his disciples stand in front of him.

Yan Ping didn't wait for them to continue pulling. Although he was annoyed by the robe, it was not the only way to kill someone.

He wanted a quick victory.

Yan Ping raised his hand and injected spiritual energy into it, and was about to swing out a sword.

The black and white intertwined sword suddenly broke into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

This familiar scene made Yan Ping's pupils shrink.

"My sword!"

His always cold expression suddenly cracked.

At the same time, the memory that seemed to be covered by a layer of fog suddenly became clear.

The whole person was enlightened and woke up to the point where they couldn't wake up anymore.

Recalling what he had just done, Yan Ping's face changed again, and he didn't care about Fu Tiancheng and Wen Ye.

He raised his hand and all the sword fragments on the ground disappeared, and he appeared in front of Liu Qingpeng's body.

His usually serious and stern face now fell limply to the ground, his eyes open but lifeless, as if he died with his eyes open.

Yan Ping did not delay. He forced a little of his blood from his fingertips and dropped it directly on the wound on Liu Qingpeng's heart where he had just pierced his sword.

The essence and blood contain infinite vitality and spiritual power.

In just a moment, the wound on Liu Qingpeng's heart was completely healed, and not even a scar was left. At the same time, a stream of pure spiritual energy quickly flowed through Liu Qingpeng's body.

The next second, Liu Qingpeng opened his eyes.

Then he saw Yan Ping heaved a sigh of relief, and his whole body looked pale and ethereal.

Liu Qingpeng's consciousness was still on the moment when Yan Ping was about to kill Fu Tiancheng. He stood up quickly and was at least three meters away from Yan Ping.

He raised his hand to recall his life-defining weapon, and asked Yan Ping vigilantly.

"Are you awake? Where's Fu Tiancheng?"

Just as Liu Qingpeng said this, Fu Tiancheng and Wen Ye, who had reacted, appeared at the corner together.

Fu Tiancheng's face was twisted with joy.

"Liu Qingpeng, you're still alive!"

Liu Qingpeng turned around quickly, and the two of them looked at each other before they both breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Ye also breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s a good thing that nothing happened to Liu Qingpeng. If something happened, it would be difficult to resolve the situation.

Wen Ye walked through them and came in front of Yan Ping.

His face was visibly paler than before.

There was no change in his expression, but it was much better than his previous indifference.

Wen Ye walked up to Yan Ping and hesitated for a moment, "Senior, how are you now?"

Yan Ping looked at him with complicated eyes, shook his head and said nothing.

He turned around and stepped into the room, shouting, "Fu Tiancheng, come in alone."

Liu Qingpeng's face suddenly tensed and he wanted to stop Fu Tiancheng, but Fu Tiancheng shook his head.

He could roughly guess what Yan Ping wanted to do, but it was just a guess.

Fu Tiancheng took a deep breath before walking in.

Wen Ye stood at the door, his eyes deep and no one knew what he was thinking.

Only then did Liu Qingpeng have the chance to sort out his thoughts. He touched his chest which had become whole again.

He could guarantee that he was absolutely dead just now.

But no one knew what Yan Ping did to wake him up.

The body's spiritual energy reserves increased instead of decreased.

It was a rare moment for the two of them to stand together without arguing, and they would look at the two people in the room from time to time.

They set up a soundproof array so no one could hear it.

After a while, Fu Tiancheng threw a formation at the door to block the view, so no one could even see.

Inside the house, Yan Ping raised his finger and cut his wrist, activating his spiritual power and continuously filling a bowl of blood.

"Is it enough?"

His weary voice rang out.

Fu Tiancheng estimated that the number was about the same and nodded with a complicated expression.

"According to your request, I will let Wen Ye complete the final stroke of the formation."

Yan Ping hummed.

The coldness and fatigue caused by excessive blood loss made him want to lie down.

But what happened today gave him a wake-up call.

Don't go to bed when you are extremely tired.

After he woke up, Yan Ping knew what had happened.

He fell asleep and entered a deep sleep and had a dream.

The dream was still about things that happened in the past, which prevented him from fully waking up.

His will was still in the moment of awakening from the dream.

In short, he was sleep deprived.

For ordinary people, it is a small problem.

But if it happens to him, and no one can stop him, something will happen to everyone around him.

This time, if his sword had not been broken, he would not have woken up in time.

If Liu Qingpeng couldn't be rescued, Wen Ye and Fu Tiancheng would also have to be killed by him.

Thinking of this, Yan Ping's eyes turned cold.

He would not allow anyone to kill Wen Ye, including him.

He wanted to wait for Wen Ye to follow the plot, until Wen Ye's formation was fully mastered, and until Wen Ye could see the nodes of the earth veins.

He took Wen Ye back to Yuanzhou.