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

Chapter 208: Fight, Wowotou

The table fell into silence for a moment.

The two men, who were on the verge of a fight, looked at Yan Ping at the same time. Yu Tianhong had a look of shock on his face and his mouth opened.

He stammered.

"Senior, are you telling the truth?"

Wen Ye also stared at Yan Ping closely, waiting for an answer.

The previous quarrel was just because he didn't want Yu Tianhong to slander him in front of Yan Ping.

Now he didn't know whether Yan Ping thought they were too noisy and just made a random remark to make people laugh.

Or does Yan Ping really want them to compete for the title?

"of course it's true."

Yan Ping stood up, his hair falling in front of him. He smiled nonchalantly, and the golden light from the setting sun fell on his face, giving him a layer of light glow for no reason.

It made his dark eyes seem warm.

This scene lasted only a moment, and Yan Ping turned and walked into the room, leaving only his voice behind.

"As for the reward, why don't you guess what it is?"

Wen Ye was still recalling the scene just now, a little dazed.

A fighting spirit suddenly rose in Yu Tianhong's eyes. He stood up abruptly and looked at Yan Ping's back with a firm expression and a sonorous and powerful voice.

"Senior, don't worry!"

"This leader must be me!"

As he spoke, he looked at Wen Ye provocatively.

Wen Ye's thoughts were interrupted, and he looked at Yu Tianhong expressionlessly.

Looking at Yan Ping who had already turned around and went back, Wen Ye stood up and went back to the house.

He doesn't know what the reward is, but that doesn't stop him from wanting it. As for Yu Tianhong, let him go wherever he wants!

After returning to the room, Wen Ye sat directly on the bed and began to practice.

Normally he would not be in a hurry. He would tinker with the formation plate and the formation, and then drain the spiritual consciousness in his soul before he would spare the time to practice.

But if he wants to compete with Yu Tianhong for the top spot, he must break through his realm, the sooner the better.

The two of them usually kept their weapons in reserve during sparring.

When it comes to the sect competition, there is no need to think too much. With Yu Tianhong's personality, he will definitely go all out. If he doesn't want to fail, he has to start practicing twice as hard now.

Before he completely entered into cultivation, a last thought flashed through Wen Ye's mind.

Once he wins the first prize, he might be able to ask Yan Ping to pose for him so that he can draw a good picture.

……

The moon is high.

The mountains and forests in the distance glowed dimly in the moonlight.

The entire Tianyang Sect was also bathed in moonlight, but it was clear and bright in Ji Heyu's eyes.

He was holding a bare peach branch, squatting on the edge of the cliff outside Taohuaju, staring intently in the direction of Jianshan.

The top of Jianshan Mountain is also bare, without even a tree.

There was confusion and hesitation in Ji Heyu's eyes.

It's only been half a day since he came back, but he feels like time has passed so slowly today.

My mind kept going back and forth between going to find Mu Xianhe and not going to find Mu Xianhe.

He felt unwilling not to look for her.

He has been openly and secretly in love with her for more than 20 years, and now they are so close that they are only separated by a sect.

He wasn't even greedy to see Mu Xianhe more, he just wanted to take another look at her.

But if he came back to look for Mu Xianhe, in Mu Qingwan's eyes, it would definitely seem that he still had feelings for her.

By then, it will be difficult for Mu Xianhe to be caught in the middle.

Ji Heyu lowered his head dejectedly, looked at the peach branch in his hand, and talked to himself.

"You are both bald, so fateful."

"How about I send you to Jianshan Mountain and you take root there?"

By then, even if he accidentally bumped into Mu Qingwan, he would still have reasons to argue.

For example, if we see that their Jianshan is too bald, we might send them some saplings to fill the gap.

But Mu Qingwan is not Mu Yunxi, and it is not easy to fool her.

Ji Heyu sighed with regret.

He stood up from the edge of the cliff and walked towards the cabin.

The moonlight falls from the peach blossom forest, casting sparse moon shadows, and the sound of the stream flowing is beside my ears.

A peaceful and pleasant picture.

But Ji Heyu ignored it until they reached a relatively open space halfway.

He saw Yu Tianhong practicing sword skills. She looked extremely serious and focused so much that she didn't even notice him coming.

The sword moves were fierce, carrying the sword intent and energy, sweeping up the petals nearby and forming several trajectories in the air.

However, the sword intent seemed to be not well controlled. Ji Heyu watched as one of the petals lost control and smashed towards him.

Ji Heyu was in a depressed mood, so he simply looked at the landing point of the petals, walked to the front accurately, and then accepted the baptism of a wave of peach blossoms.

Yu Tianhong suddenly woke up from her previous state and saw Ji Heyu standing there like a ghost, with flower petals all over his body and head.

He was a little puzzled.

"What is Senior Rufeng doing here?"

Ji Heyu forced himself to clear his mind and said, "Clean your brain."

Yu Tianhong: “…”

He was silent for a while, "As long as you are happy, I will continue to practice sword."

Ji Heyu wandered back to the outside of the yard. Before he went in, he felt the spiritual energy in the air changing, and it was approaching Wen Ye's direction.

Ji Heyu looked at Wen Ye’s wooden house and muttered to himself.

"We're not going to use the formation today, but practice instead?"

But he didn't think too much about it and continued to be his absent-minded ghost.

Several days passed like this.

Ji Heyu finally felt something was wrong.

He sat at the table, eating some dry steamed bread.

His eyes sometimes fell on the peach forest where Yu Tianhong was, and sometimes fell on Wen Ye's wooden house.

From that night on, he practiced madly and didn't even step out of the room for so many days.

One was practicing sword in the peach forest, and apart from practicing sword, he was sleeping and resting.

Ji Heyu couldn't bear it any longer when facing the steamed bun in his hand. He turned his head to look at Yan Ping who was refining Wuji ore in the house.

"What's going on with them?"

Yan Ping cleared out the last trace of impurities from the Wuji ore and hummed casually, "They are working hard for the sect competition."

Ji Heyu: “???”

Ji Heyu didn't understand, but was greatly shocked.

"It's just a sect competition, do they have to fight so hard?"

The rewards for a sect competition, even if all of them were added together, were not as valuable as the pile of ore in Yan Ping's storage space.

Yan Ping put away the Wuji Mine and smiled leisurely.

"I said I would give a reward to whoever wins the competition."

Ji Heyu: “…”

Now he understands.

Even if Yan Ping threw a stone, the two would start fighting for it.

Not to mention now there is an additional reward.

Ji Heyu was a little curious, "What reward?"

Yan Ping poured himself a cup of hot water and said lazily, "I haven't thought about it yet."

Ji Heyu: “…”

Good job, you caught two fish with just a few empty words.

But Ji Heyu didn't want to comment on this, he solemnly raised the steamed bread in his hand.

"I think even if they want to practice, they should do it in moderation."

At least one person should be free to cook!