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Chapter 40 A Strong Feeling

As one picture after another flashed by, Wang Ping was greatly touched.

Until finally, when everything was over, Wang Ping's spirit was also separated. He was in a trance, and glanced at the wooden house, feeling like a dream, very unreal.

This intertwined time and space, intertwined life, is too contradictory, it has a feeling of Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou.

"Life Simulator" Wang Ping came back to his senses after a long time, and muttered to himself: "Is every simulated life really a text? Is it the future of the simulation? Or, the development of each life simulation is It's real, it's a separate parallel world. That kind of real feeling is really unforgettable."

"I really think too much. I actually think of parallel worlds in the fantasy world. After all, the simulated world is too real, and I can't tell the truth from reality."

Wang Ping came back to his senses, patted his forehead, and smiled wryly.

This life experience had a profound impact on him, making it hard for him to forget many scenes, and he always felt unable to distinguish between the real world and the simulated world.

"Wang Ping in the simulation is a microcosm of life in the future simulation. He hates himself for being incompetent and weak." Wang Ping opened the door, looked up at the starry sky, and said softly, "In the final analysis, what I want to do remains unchanged. Ah, I must become stronger. In this way, I will not die, nor will I watch my old friends wither."

At this time, a majestic force also appeared in Wang Ping's body, and his cultivation base also directly soared to the first level of the Spiritual Origin Realm.

This powerful feeling made him obsessed.

However, Wang Ping is also very clear that his current foundation is quite vain.

After all, he had taken too many drugs, and since he stepped on the road of cultivation, he has never left the pills.

From today onwards, he can no longer take drugs indiscriminately, otherwise his foundation will be too vain, and sooner or later he will be stuck in a certain realm, making it difficult to improve.

Like Bai Baihong, he is in such a powerful force as the Sword Spirit Sect, and his master is the Grand Elder, what resources do he have?
However, he sticks to his heart, never takes drugs, and devotes himself to practicing and practicing swords.

Even so, the progress of his cultivation base is extremely fast, and any bottleneck can be easily broken.Can't stop him at all.

This is the foundation of Bai Baihong, not to mention perfect, but absolutely solid to the extreme.

Breaking through the bottleneck may be a matter of course for Bai Baihong.

Wang Ping had an intuition that this isolated overseas island was too small, and the inheritance of martial arts was too weak, or it might have been broken.

Geniuses in impoverished places are not necessarily weaker than those of great sects, what they lack is opportunities.

If Bai Baihong was in the Eastern Wilderness that Cai Yonglong mentioned, with Bai Baihong's qualifications and character, I am afraid that he would rise with an astonishing momentum.

"Brother Bai is rare in the world." Wang Ping said with emotion.

"Drink!"

The next day, Wang Ping walked in Chicun, watching young children drinking animal milk, laughing and playing, watching Chifeng and other older children sweating and practicing martial arts, his mood gradually calmed down.

He likes the feeling of having a high level of cultivation and being in a high position, and he also likes the feeling of peace.

However, the current him prefers this peaceful feeling, which can gradually dispel his complicated emotions and make him peaceful.

"Hey, Wang Ping, don't wander around all the time. Sometimes it's better to practice moves with me or go hunting." Seeing Wang Ping approaching, Chihu patted him on the shoulder and used his unique big He shouted loudly: "Otherwise, even if you have a special physique, your cultivation is improving rapidly, and you don't have a solid foundation of martial arts training and actual combat experience, you will definitely have trouble in the future."

"I have solid combat experience." Wang Ping said with a smile.

"Since you exposed your physique that can absorb spirit stones to improve your cultivation, you haven't come to practice with me, and you are still solid." Chihu curled his lips, and said disdainfully: "I see you, you are strong on the outside and strong on the inside. Just blow it and it will fall."

"Then, let's make gestures?" Wang Ping said with a smile, not caring about Chihu's ridicule.

He knew very well that the men in Chicun were all heroic men with true temperament. Chihu didn't mean to mock him, but just wanted to motivate him, let him practice more boxing, and cultivate more actual combat experience.

"Okay." Chihu grinned, showing his white and firm teeth, and rubbed his fists: "Hey, although we have the same cultivation base, I want to defeat you, three moves will do."

"Hehe." Wang Ping said with a smile, "I'm not convinced. Do you want to make a bet? Just bet that all your meat and drinks today will be mine."

"Damn, you are really cruel. I don't eat meat or drink for a day, but I will go crazy." Chihu's face twitched.

"Didn't you say that you defeated me in three moves? Why don't you have such confidence?" Wang Ping turned around aggressively, eager to try. "You're not afraid of me, are you?"

"Who would be afraid of your skinny bamboo pole?" Chihu stared, and began to rub his fists: "Since you have said so, don't blame me for beating up later. Today, I will show you the difference in combat experience."

"Fight! Fight!"

There are children booing.

"The market is open, the market is open." An older child said loudly.

"I bet on a piece of meat, Uncle Chihu will win."

"I bet two pieces of meat, Uncle Chihu wins!"

"I bet on a bowl of animal milk, Brother Wang Ping wins!"

Chifeng raised his hand.

"Chifeng, why are you betting that Brother Wang Ping will win? Brother Wang Ping has never fought before, and he always feels that in the same situation, he can't even beat us." A little girl with braids in Chicun blinked her lively and beautiful eyes , muttered.

"That's right." The other children also agreed, and they didn't think Wang Ping would win.

"I believe in Brother Wang Ping." Chi Feng said firmly: "Like Uncle Chihu, in the words of Brother Wang Ping's storytelling, at first glance he is a passerby template, a character on the background board. But Brother Wang Ping has a mysterious background , it’s not easy at first glance.”

"Uh" Wang Ping was speechless.

"You boy, tell Chi Feng a story every day, and say that I am a passer-by template, or some kind of background board." Chihu's forehead was full of black lines, and he stared at Wang Ping with eyes as big as copper bells.

"." Wang Ping was speechless.

The kid Chifeng, who pestered him all day long and asked him to tell novels and stories, understood a lot of stalks. It would surprise people to say such things, but it would not surprise him.

"Forget it, let's start the fight. Today, I want to see who is the passerby template and what kind of background board."

Chihu stepped back a little, put on a posture, and hummed.

The surrounding children all stopped practicing martial arts, laughing and surrounding the two of them.

"I'm on it!" Seeing that Wang Ping's whole body was full of flaws, Chihu felt that he might be able to defeat Wang Ping with one move and become the most eye-catching person in the hearts of the children. punch out.

This punch was powerful and heavy, and the powerful Acquired Fire Element True Qi surrounded it, making it extremely hot.

At the critical moment, Wang Ping turned slightly sideways with a calm expression, avoiding the punch.

Then he slapped the red tiger casually, and sent the red tiger flying, falling to the ground without getting up in one breath.

This made Chihu dumbfounded.

Just now Wang Ping was motionless, he thought that Wang Ping was frightened and was about to withdraw his strength, but who knew that Wang Ping had a calm expression, turned slightly sideways to avoid his punch, and casually slapped him at a tricky angle. He shot and flew out.

If it was a life-and-death battle, Wang Ping's palm just now was enough to kill him.

For a while, Chihu doubted his life, who is the elite hunter in the village, and who is the rookie who has just practiced martial arts for a long time.

(End of this chapter)