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

When Yan Ping saw him like this, he knew that he had returned to normal.

He ignored Yu Tianhong and looked away to continue watching Mu Qingwan's swordsmanship.

Wen Ye looked at them, thought for a while, and chose to look at the formation diagram first.

As soon as he took a step, Yan Ping called him.

"Go practice swordplay. Practice the basic moves three thousand times, then go look at the formation."

Although Wen Ye’s attainment in formations is very important, he cannot be so obsessed with formations that he has no ability to protect himself.

It is impossible for Yan Ping to be with him all the time.

Mu Qingwan, who was still demonstrating her swordsmanship, was stunned for a moment. For ordinary foundation-building disciples, working one thousand a day was considered hardworking, but she didn't expect that Wen Ye and the others were only working three thousand a day.

The same number of times as her at the Xudan realm.

Wen Ye touched his nose, looked at Yu Tianhong with a hopeful look, then walked to the corner with his sword and started.

Yu Tianhong wanted to follow, but was a little afraid and looked at Yan Ping eagerly.

Yesterday he was confused and pestered Yan Ping for a long time. Today he came with a thick skin and pretended nothing had happened to sneak in and practice with them. He was afraid that Yan Ping would dislike him and tell him to get out.

Yan Ping's eyes were still on Mu Qingwan's swordsmanship, but when he glanced at him from the corner of his eye, he had some other thoughts in his mind.

It was not difficult for him to do two things at once. He deduced Mu Qingwan's swordsmanship while waving to Yu Tianhong.

"come over."

Yu Tianhong suddenly became nervous, as if waiting for trial and then the dust would settle.

My whole body couldn't help but tense up.

He wanted to walk faster, but also wanted to walk slower.

If Yan Ping completely refused, he could still maintain the fantasy for a moment longer.

But the road was short, and no matter how long they delayed, they would reach Yan Ping in a few breaths.

Yan Ping glanced at him and spoke calmly.

"I don't accept disciples."

The stone in Yu Tianhong's heart suddenly fell down, and it was as if a hole was smashed in his heart, empty, with strong wind blowing through it.

Yu Tianhong opened his mouth, but felt his throat was so tight and painful that he couldn't say what he wanted to say. After a long while, he nodded in a low and broken voice.

"I, I know."

He didn't talk much, but his spirit and energy were visibly declining.

Seeing him like this, Yan Ping raised his eyebrows.

Yu Tianhong was not like this before. In the past, after Yan Ping rejected him, he would forget about it the moment he turned around.

Just like yesterday, but not as persistent as yesterday, but rather very tactfully and attentively.

Although he occasionally found Yu Tianhong annoying before, at least he never hated him.

He just refused this once today, and he became depressed.

Yan Ping tapped the warm bell in his hand, considering whether to say something else to ease the situation and lure the man back into the trap.

After all, the effect of actively inviting him and asking him to come is different.

The next second, Yu Tianhong looked at him pitifully, "Then, senior, are you still recruiting thugs?"

After all, Yan Ping didn't say not to use force, so Yu Tianhong was deceiving herself and making one last attempt.

If it doesn’t work this time, Yu Tianhong plans to give up.

He wanted to become Yan Ping's disciple, not to make Yan Ping hate him.

Yan Ping's brows relaxed slightly, signaling Mu Qingwan to stop for a moment, then he looked at Yu Tianhong meaningfully.

"Why do you think I recruited thugs?"

Mu Qingwan stopped, and Wen Ye did the same. They both looked at Yu Tianhong.

Yu Tianhong blinked and didn’t refuse directly?

It was like the dead ashes in my heart were rekindled, and a glimmer of hope rose up in an instant, but I thought about it carefully.

Although Yan Ping was injured, if he really wanted to take action, a hundred of them would not be able to match the power of one of Yan Ping's fingers.

Wen Ye is also capable of handling minor problems on a daily basis.

He was born with a sword bone, but Yan Ping obviously didn't want it. Yu Tianhong opened his mouth, and his heart gradually sank.

It seemed that Yan Ping really didn't need him, and the light in Yu Tianhong's eyes dimmed.

Mu Qingwan was watching from the side and felt a little sorry for him.

Yan Ping’s thoughts were easy to guess. As long as Yu Tianhong could answer them, even though she would not be his disciple, she would be able to follow Yan Ping legitimately in the future.

After a long time, I can always get guidance, and there is no difference between me and an apprentice.

Wen Ye looked at the change in Yu Tianhong's expression, then looked at Yan Ping. Yan Ping still had that calm expression, looking at Yu Tianhong quietly, as if waiting for some answer.

Wen Ye felt something strange, but he didn't know why. His gaze fell on Yu Tianhong again, and her eyes happened to meet his.

Yu Tianhong suddenly thought of a possibility, something he had said casually yesterday, but he was a little unsure, so he spoke tentatively.

"It's inconvenient for you to take action, and Wen Ye is a formation master. Can I draw fire from the front so that Wen Ye has time to set up the formation?"

Mu Qingwan breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace. According to her guess, Yan Ping should be looking for someone to protect Wen Ye.

You won't go wrong if you answer in this way.

Wen Ye: “…”

He suddenly realized what Yan Ping wanted to do.

Yan Ping neither nodded nor shook his head, and looked at Yu Tianhong quietly, "It's not enough, you want to be my thug."

"I want you to protect Wen Ye with your life no matter what situation you are in. You can die, but nothing can happen to him."

Yu Tianhong stared at Yan Ping blankly, her brain seemed to be rusty and moved extremely slowly.

So what Yan Ping meant was that he agreed to let me stay by his side?

The light in Yu Tianhong's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had found the last glimmer of hope in a desperate situation. An excited look appeared on his face, and he was about to agree.

Yan Ping said coldly, "Don't rush to agree."

"I don't care what you do now, but if you promise, you won't be able to do it in the future."

Yan Ping said this with a dangerous look in his eyes, "Then no one in this world can protect you."

"You think carefully before answering."

Yu Tianhong's heart was beating wildly, and he felt that if he opened his mouth any wider, his heart would jump out.

Trying hard to suppress the ecstasy in his heart, he looked at Wen Ye and then at Yan Ping.

He now understood what Yan Ping meant.

It would be more accurate to say that the thugs were hired for Wen Ye rather than Yan Ping. Yan Ping only cares about Wen Ye.

If you want to receive his teachings, you have to exchange your life for protecting Wen Ye.

Yu Tianhong felt that this was more or less unfair to his grandfather. After all, it was not an easy task for his grandfather to rescue him and bring him back to Tianyang Sect.

But Yu Tianhong wanted revenge more, because he still had an enemy in the Demon Realm, and he would never be able to let go of that person until he died.

Yu Tianhong took a deep breath and suddenly knelt down in front of Yan Ping.

"I understand what you mean, senior. I am willing to protect Wen Ye with my life, but I still have a mortal enemy in the Demon Realm."

"If I can live to that time and have learned enough, please let me take revenge."

Yan Ping leaned back in his chair and looked at Yu Tianhong, tapping the warm bell with his fingers. He had a general idea of ​​what was going on behind Yu Tianhong, but he didn't want to get involved.

He only needed Yu Tianhong to protect Wen Ye when he was not around occasionally.

After all, he was born with sword bones. With a little training, Yu Tianhong's combat power is not low.

Wen Ye doesn’t have a peerless sword now, so he will find someone with a natural sword bone to protect him.

Yan Ping looked at Yu Tianhong for a long while before nodding.

"Get up, go over there and practice swordplay."