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"Is the young man picked up by Lin Feng still awake?"

"No, Xiaohong goes to clean the house every day, and she's been watching, she's been in a coma."

"It's been three years. Why hasn't there been any movement? Where did Master Lin Feng pick up this person?"

"I heard it came up from below!"

"Below? Is it after the big explosion three years ago? But now there are space-time vortices there."

"Who knows, but whoever is lucky got out, but seeing that he only has the cultivation base of the Heavenly Blood Realm, maybe Master Lin will drive him away after he wakes up and asks questions."

"Perhaps he has some special features, but it's not certain, but the sky blood realm, hell, let's go to the seventh peak to stay."

Zhang Ping opened his eyes, and with his extremely keen sense of hearing, he listened to the words outside.

three years?

With a straight face, Zhang Ping sat up.

"System, bring up the panel and let me take a look."

"Drip!"

"The panel has been called up, please check the host!"

"Martial arts value: 160/10000
Free attribute points: 180
Martial arts points: 1 million

Martial arts level: 200
Constitution: 600
Power: 1200
Law: 1200
Agility: 80
Martial Arts: Demon Sword Technique 6.0: Heart Slashing, Sky Swallowing, Dragon Roar, Breaking Waves, Feeding the Body, Destroying the World, Boiling the Sea, Hell Step, Qingyuan Divine Slash, Rashomon, Military Fist Enhanced Version, Martial Saint Shapeshifting, Bloodrage, Cataclysm
Heart method: Live and work in peace and contentment, Phoenix Fire Jue, turn enemies into friends when the situation is big
Physique: invulnerable to all poisons, unyielding, nirvana"

"What about the current state?"

"Didi! The current host realm is the late stage of the Heavenly Blood Realm!"

call……

Zhang Ping sighed, feeling a headache.

It took a long time before Zhang Ping's mental strength began to concentrate.

Zhang Ping felt like he had a very long dream.

In the dream, a hazy figure reached out and stroked his face.

But what was very strange was that that figure was filled with the same dead air as Wu Hui.

"Hold the grass, could it be that Senior Wu touched me?"

Zhang Ping felt a chill.

But thinking of Wu Hui, Zhang Ping's mood fell again.

Such a kind-hearted and resolute person, who did nothing wrong, suffered such an end.

1 years of resistance and waiting...

"Liang Jian, Liang Yu, Steward Wang, Lord of Shangcheng..."

Zhang Ping narrowed his eyes and shot a cold light.

"I remember you guys!"

Zhang Ping got up, pushed open the door and walked out.

With a creak, the sound of the wooden door opening was not loud, but all the people outside the door stopped at the same time and turned their heads to look over.

"Quick! Inform Master Lin, he's awake!"

A voice shouted, and immediately everyone was in a mess. They sacrificed their flying swords and left, leaving Zhang Ping alone in place, with a bewildered expression on his head.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, Zhang Ping looked around and found himself in a small street.

The specifications, sizes, and styles of houses on the street are all the same, and it looks like a residential area.

Before he took two steps, a mighty bearded man suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"It's you!" Zhang Ping's eyes widened.

The person who came was actually the figure Zhang Ping saw on the other side of the light curtain.

"That's right! It's me!" The bearded man was also very excited, then pulled Zhang Ping and left in an instant.

Zhang Ping felt that in a blink of an eye, he had already arrived at another place.

"What's your name, where did you come from, and how did that light curtain disappear?"

The bearded man opened the scene with a series of questions, which made Zhang Ping unable to react.

"Slow down, let me slow down first." Zhang Ping looked around, "Tell me first, where is this place?"

"This is the Sword Sect." The bearded man was surprised.

"Where is the sword sect?"

The bearded man looked at Zhang Ping who didn't understand at all, and realized it all at once.

"Don't you know what's going on here?"

Zhang Ping didn't answer, but asked instead, "Do you know Zhongcheng?"

The two shook their heads at the same time, smiling wryly at random.

At Zhang Ping's request, Beard quickly explained the situation here.

Their area is Zongmen, and there is a place called Tianshang City above it.

Although the Zongmen is not under the direct management of Shangcheng, the best seedlings in the Zongmen need to be sent to serve every ten years.

The upper city will open a secret realm every ten years, and all sects will enter the secret realm to collect resources, many of which are of great benefit to the entire sect.

There will be no shortage of treasure hunting and killing in the secret realm.

And the sect that has gained the most in the secret realm will choose the one with the strongest strength at the moment, and enter the upper city to serve them.

"Exchanging resources for talents will put you out of gear forever, right?" Zhang Ping interrupted suddenly.

The bearded man was surprised: "How do you know?"

With Wu Hui's lessons learned from the past, Zhang Ping didn't have a good impression of Shangcheng at all.

The bearded man didn't care and continued to explain.

As Zhang Ping said, the upper city would transfer outstanding disciples from the sect every ten years, but there was a light curtain below to intercept them. As time went on, fewer and fewer disciples could be added to the sect.

In the past hundred years, the strength of the sect has been getting weaker and weaker.

However, every ten years, the sect's disciples would still be consumed twice.

Once in the competition for the secret realm, once was chosen by Shangcheng.

It's not that there are no sects who want to unite, but Shangcheng will always send envoys to break the slight balance.

The resources in the secret realm are becoming more and more important, forcing the disciples who enter it to grab their heads, otherwise it will be ten years of weakness.

No one really pins their hopes on others.

So the sects all ran to the light curtain in private.

"Wait, do you know the reason for the formation of the light curtain?" Zhang Ping interrupted the question again.

"That's right, a person who hid a magic weapon and harassed the city lord's daughter was fined 1 years. We always thought about going to see if we could find him, and discussed sending some people over, but we never found him."

"Then you were there last time to search? But I think someone was attacking you at that time?"

Hearing Zhang Ping's question, the bearded man showed sadness.

But he recovered immediately, "He's from Jianzong."

"Under Shangcheng's intervention, we were unable to join hands with other sects, and the conflicts between sects became more and more serious."

The bearded man sighed, and continued: "In recent decades, it has risen to the point where meeting is a matter of life and death."

Zhang Ping: "Did Shangcheng do it?"

"Isn't it!" The bearded man slapped his thigh, "Only in this way can they maintain stability, harm!"

Back then, Big Beard and his younger brother went to the light curtain for a routine exploration, but it turned out that the people from Jianzong were also there.

It is clear that those who wield swords are all self-proclaimed gentlemen, but the people of Jianzong are all old men.

After seeing Big Beard and his junior brother, he took advantage of the large number of people to attack first.

Just after the younger brother fell down, he saw Zhang Ping in the Demon Realm from the bottom of the light curtain, and it was the first time that the bearded man met the sect in the upper city.

"Huh, so, this is Daozong, are you?"

"The head of the sword sect, the master of the first peak, Lin Shuhan, how about you?"

Zhang Ping lowered his head and changed into a set of clothes he hadn't seen before, which should be the clothes of Dao Zong.

The original tiger head armor may have disappeared in the explosion, and Zhang Ping also fell into depression.

"The leader of the West Division of the Demon Elimination Division, Zhang Ping."

Ten thousand years later, Midtown and the upper world finally made their first contact.