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

The sun is shining and the breeze is gentle.

The air began to get slightly warmer, and no one on the flying boat wanted to stand in the sun and be blown by the hot wind.

The temperature in Yan Ping's room also began to rise.

But Yan Ping was still covered with a quilt, wrapped tightly.

The pale eyebrows were hidden under the scattered hair, and the crow-feather-like eyelashes of the eyes that had been closed trembled slightly.

Yan Ping slowly opened his eyes. He had slept very deeply and when he woke up he had the illusion that he didn't know what day it was.

His body felt a rare moment of relaxation, and he propped himself up to sit up, his eyes falling on the spiritual chain clasped around his wrist.

It seemed to be more than twice as thick as before he went to bed.

Yan Ping raised his hand and shook it, and seeing that it had no weight, made no sound, and was not in the way, he ignored it.

Yan Ping turned his head to look outside the door, and saw Wen Ye coming in with a pot of water.

When Wen Ye saw him sitting up, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Senior is awake?"

Yan Ping felt a little dizzy.

"How long have I slept?"

Wen Ye poured him a cup of warm tea from the table next to him before walking over.

"Twenty days. We will reach Fire Spirit City in a while."

Yan Ping was a little surprised. He took the glass of water and felt a hint of warmth on his cold fingers, and he subconsciously clenched it.

"I slept for so long."

No wonder the spirit chain has become much thicker.

The Seven Star Lock is actually most commonly used in dungeons. The longer it is opened, the stronger the spirit chain will become.

Although it is now placed on the array plate, it is still convenient to carry with you.

Yan Ping was stunned for a while, and remembered one thing: the evil spirit in Yu Tianhong's soul must be expelled every day.

He has been in a coma for so long that no one knows how he is doing.

"Where is Yu Tianhong?"

Wen Ye pointed to his room and said, "The evil spirit in his soul has been restless in recent days, and he has been drinking the medicine he brewed every day."

"I'm still unconscious now."

Yan Ping: “…”

The medicine was so bitter that it was hard for him to swallow it, and he had to drink it every day.

Yan Ping took a sip of water and saw a half-opened array of formations on the table beside him.

Yan Ping tilted his head.

"Have you practiced swordplay?"

Wen Ye nodded quite readily this time. He had been living a very regular life in recent times.

He stayed in Yan Ping's room all day. After practicing the sword-fighting courses prescribed by Yan Ping every day, he began to learn formations and make formation plates.

The whole day is very fulfilling and I still don’t even have time to sleep. I just regulate my breathing when I feel tired.

Yan Ping glanced at him, stood up, and the spiritual chain on his body trembled.

Yan Ping suddenly thought of something. He was very aware of his appearance.

He turned to look at Wen Ye, "Can you see the chain on me?"

Wen Ye was stunned for a moment before he reacted and touched his nose.

"Now you can't see me. I'm hidden."

Yan Ping raised his eyebrows.

During the time he was sleeping, Wen Ye must have been guarding here, so this guy must have seen him with the chain on his body.

The corners of Yan Ping's mouth curled up, and he smiled beautifully.

"Does it look good?"

Wen Ye: “…”

Send a proposition?

Saying it looks good proves that he has dirty thoughts.

Saying it doesn't look good proves he is blind.

Wen Ye glanced at Yan Ping's current appearance, thought for a moment, and threw it back very honestly.

"Do you think it looks good, senior?"

Yan Ping snorted and laughed, "Of course it looks good."

Wen Ye remained calm and said, "I think it looks good, too."

Yan Ping shook his sleeves, and the blood chain connecting his sea of ​​consciousness very consciously fell from behind him, not blocking his view.

He picked up the array plate placed beside him and asked, "How far can this thing go?"

Wen Ye thought for a moment and said, "Don't exceed ten meters."

Yan Ping tilted his head and looked at the spiritual power in his body. It seemed that there would be no problem in performing a transformation spell.

It hurts a little if the meridians hurt, and it will be more convenient later.

A ray of spiritual power fell on the formation plate along the fingertips, a flash of spiritual light appeared, and the formation plate disappeared from the spot and turned directly into a bracelet that appeared in the same place.

There was a hint of surprise on Wen Ye's face. Although the shape had changed, he did not feel that he had lost contact.

"how did you do that?"

Yan Ping hummed, took out the bracelet and looked around, "Yuanzhou's Transfiguration Technique, you don't teach it here."

As Yan Ping spoke, he compared the bracelet with the one on his left wrist, then clicked his tongue.

"How ugly."

Wen Ye was stunned, his attention drawn to the simple bracelet that Yan Ping was wearing.

It seemed that this bracelet had always been on Yan Ping, but he had never noticed it.

Yan Ping put the bracelet on his right wrist swiftly.

When the sleeves hang down, you can't see anything.

Wen Ye came back to his senses and forgot what had just happened.

"Senior, are you going out?"

Yan Ping nodded, "I've slept for so many days, let's go out for a walk."

"By the way, check on Liu Qingpeng."

That day he stabbed someone's heart with a sword and used a drop of his blood to save the person. He had to go and take care of it.

And if I remember correctly, he almost broke Liu Qingpeng's life weapon with one sword.

Wen Ye silently put away the book placed aside.

Yan Ping looked at him in surprise, "You want to go too?"

Wen Ye nodded and said, "I'll go and take a look."

If a conflict arises, he can call Fu Tiancheng to come and mediate.

When there are no problems with the flying boat, my daily task is to guard the top floor of the boat.

He walked slowly all the way to the top of the flying boat without knocking on the door.

Fu Tiancheng appeared first. When he saw Yan Ping and Wen Ye, he was a little confused.

"Why did you come up here?"

Yan Ping looked behind him and said, "I'm here to find Liu Qingpeng."

Fu Tiancheng was stunned, and then thought of the previous conflict between the two. After thinking for a while, he still didn't say anything. He turned his body to look at Liu Qingpeng who was standing behind him.

Then he saw Liu Qingpeng, who originally had a gloomy temperament and a cold face.

The moment he saw Yan Ping, the gloomy atmosphere suddenly dissipated, and a smile appeared on his usually serious face.

He also nodded slightly to Yan Ping as a greeting.

It's a very common heartwarming scene, but it seems particularly wrong on Liu Qingpeng.

Fu Tiancheng's face suddenly showed shock.

Wen Ye: “…”

I haven't seen Liu Qingpeng for a long time, and he seems to be a little abnormal.

Yan Ping was not surprised. He walked a few steps to Liu Qingpeng and stretched out his hand.

"Give me your life weapon."

Fu Tiancheng's shocked eyes moved to Yan Ping. Can he take something like his natal weapon so casually?

Then he saw Liu Qingpeng obediently take out his natal weapon without any reluctance.

Fu Tiancheng: "......"

Was he seeing a ghost or something?

When did Liu Qingpeng and Yan Ping become so close?

Yan Ping took the weapon and could see a deep crack in the middle of the gun barrel. He raised his spiritual power and wiped the weapon with his hand.

The cracks above closed up instantly and seamlessly under the smelting of spiritual energy.

Yan Ping returned the weapon, then raised his hand and pressed it on Liu Qingpeng's chest without any hesitation.

But Liu Qingpeng did not hide.

His eyes were fixed on Yan Ping.

There was even a sense of joy all over the body.

Fu Tiancheng's face changed slightly. This was no longer just wrong; it was clearly abnormal.