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

Wen Ye looked at Mu Qingwan.

"Where's your sister? How is she?"

Mu Qingwan shook her head, "She's fine. She's guarding the formation with Master Fu now. I just came up to see Senior Yan."

Wen Ye nodded in understanding. In this situation, he didn't know what to say.

He simply took out the two beads from his bag and handed them to Mu Qingwan.

"This is what my senior asked me to pass on to you."

Mu Qingwan was stunned for a moment and sighed.

"It was Yun Xi and I who took advantage of you the night before yesterday. How can we ask for your things again?"

"Besides, that's not the senior's problem."

Wen Ye shook his head, "I think he cares about this matter a lot. You can only let it go if you accept him."

Mu Qingwan was silent for a while before taking the beads from him.

Wen Ye also repeated what Yan Ping said.

Mu Qingwan nodded. "I'll remember that. The flying boat might be a bit chaotic these two days. If you have anything to do, just call me."

Wen Ye did not refuse, "Then please send me some meals every day at mealtime, and let me know if there is any news from Yu Tianhong."

"Well, these are small things."

......

In a spacious room somewhere on the flying boat.

Fu Tiancheng stood in the room. With him as the center, there were many temporarily carved formations on the ground. It was a formation with a large range that could help one to calm down and concentrate.

Mu Yunxi kept an eye on the conditions of other disciples from time to time.

No one moved, but they all had ferocious and murderous expressions on their faces. Occasionally, one of them would vomit blood, and then fall asleep again under the effect of the formation as soon as they woke up.

Mu Yunxi avoided the formations on the ground and sent out those awake disciples.

The disciples waiting outside sent them to their rooms to rest.

Liu Qingpeng came in from outside, and all the disciples who saw his cold face avoided him along the way.

He glanced at the disciples in the room. At this moment, only a dozen people were still trapped in the illusion.

Most of them are from Jianfeng.

However, there was a person named Fafeng inside. He looked very cute, but his face was full of hatred. At this moment, a trace of blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, and it seemed that he was about to wake up.

The next second, Zhu Zhizhi spat out a mouthful of blood, woke up unwillingly, and her eyes were full of hatred.

Zhu Zhizhi only saw a soft figure like water walking towards her, and then she fell into a coma under the effect of the formation.

Liu Qingpeng watched Mu Yunxi send the people out. Fu Tiancheng saw him, turned off part of the formation, and motioned Liu Qingpeng to come over.

Then the two of them walked inside.

Fu Tiancheng couldn't help but sigh when he saw these disciples still struggling in the illusion.

"It's a blessing in disguise. You Jianfeng got a great bargain."

It is not easy to obtain an illusion that can temper one's spirit.

The longer you persist in the illusion, the greater the benefits will be for you when you come out.

Especially the group of people like Jian Feng who are good at close combat, they can fight and train to their heart’s content without having to worry about any accidents.

Liu Qingpeng was not excited, although he had turned a disaster into a blessing and inexplicably gained a hidden vitality and spiritual power in his body.

But he didn't really want this blessing.

He is not afraid of life and death experiences, but the situation yesterday was completely one-sided and death was inevitable.

Bad luck means death, but people don’t have so much luck.

Only when you walk deep into the formation will you discover that most of the effects of the calming formation outside are concentrated here.

Yu Tianhong is here, but there is a faint black demonic aura around him.

Liu Qingpeng frowned, "Can't the evil spirit in him be suppressed?"

Fu Tiancheng nodded, "The illusion has aroused the evil spirit in his soul. If he doesn't wake up from the illusion, he will never be able to suppress it."

But Yu Tianhong's situation is different. If he is awakened forcibly, the evil energy in his soul may cause trouble.

Liu Qingpeng stood by and watched for a while, then suddenly asked, "How is he?"

Fu Tiancheng was stunned for a moment, then he realized who Liu Qingpeng was talking about. He glanced at his face, still with that cold expression, as if what happened yesterday had no effect on him at all.

Fu Tiancheng spoke carefully.

"He's asleep now. The formation seems to have some effect on him."

There was no change on Liu Qingpeng's face.

Fu Tiancheng didn't try to persuade him. After all, Liu Qingpeng had a sword stuck in his heart, and his blood could still be seen in the corridor.

As friends for decades, he couldn't just speak up for Yan Ping just because of Wen Ye.

Fortunately, at this time Yu Tianhong made a slight movement, groaned, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Liu Qingpeng's eyes narrowed, "He's about to wake up."

Fu Tiancheng looked at the demonic energy on Yu Tianhong's body that was fluctuating more and more frequently, and dropped a formation plate to block the aura.

The demonic energy in Yu Tianhong's body fluctuated more and more strongly. When it reached its peak, the demonic energy in his soul suddenly calmed down.

At the same time, some demon cultivators hiding in the territory of Tianyang Sect looked up in the direction of the flying boat, with greedy and surprised expressions in their eyes.

"He finally gave up the Tianyang Sect."

"The opportunity has come."

"Go back and gather."

Some of the demon cultivators hiding in the Tianyang Sect's territory were partying, while those hiding in Huoling City were still packing up their things with a sullen face, trying to hide their tracks.

The joys and sorrows of different people are not the same, and the same goes for demon cultivators.

Yu Tianhong woke up for just a moment before falling asleep in the calming array.

The evil spirit in his body was also completely restrained.

Liu Qingpeng sent Yu Tianhong back to his room and walked towards Yan Ping's room.

The moment Wen Ye saw Liu Qingpeng, his expression tensed for a moment. He stood in front of Yan Ping, looking a little more respectful than before.

"Elder Liu."

Liu Qingpeng glanced at him indifferently, then shifted his gaze to Yan Ping.

Yan Ping was still asleep, lying in the quilt. His features were delicate, but his face was so pale that it seemed almost transparent.

He looks like a sickly person.

But the action was taken yesterday when Yan Ping was unconscious.

He was defeated in just three moves. Strictly speaking, he was dead, completely dead.

If Yan Ping hadn't saved him after he woke up, his body would have been stiff by now.

Yun Cheng did not come along this time, and no one on the flying boat could save him.

There are deep wrinkles between Liu Qingpeng's brows due to years of frowning. When he has no expression, he gives people a strong sense of oppression.

He stood there in silence for a long while before speaking in a cold voice.

"The formation should be kept open at all times."

"Come to me when you run out of spirit beads."

As Liu Qingpeng spoke, he handed a box of spirit beads and placed it beside him, then turned and left.

Wen Ye watched Liu Qingpeng leave before looking at the spirit bead next to him.

So Liu Qingpeng was worried that his spiritual power was not enough to maintain the operation of the formation, so he came to give him the spiritual beads?