Chapter 4381: , There is no **** in the world

Chen Ping could not be safe under such a powerful attack. He was injured, but he would not lose his life.
However, the sword of the strong focus really made Chen Ping's heart tremble.
At that last moment, even the Shenlong Cauldron could not hold back the attack from the concentrated power and the treasure.
At the last moment, Shenlong phantom, I don't know what method was used to take him, and disappear silently in that space.
But even so, Shenlong Phantom had withstood most of the impact of that blade, and he was directly shaken out of consciousness.
This feeling of not being able to control his body is very bad, making Chen Ping very insecure.
I remembered that the last time I faced such a situation was when I met Xiong Chongyan brothers and sisters under the boundless cliff and were rescued by them.
Unexpectedly, in such a situation, I will face a second time!
This is the second time I have been rescued!
Chen Ping smiled helplessly in his heart, is he a disaster physique?
From the intermittent conversations with people around him, Chen Ping probably knew his own situation.
First of all, he descended from the sky, and he didn't know where Shenlongding sent him.
Secondly, it was not a monk who saved him, it was an ordinary person, or both his grandfather and grandson.
This shows that oneself is among ordinary people, at least it is safe now, and the grandfather and grandchildren did not mention the scene of saving themselves to outsiders.
Chen Ping's consciousness slowly became sober, but his physical injury was too serious to be able to open his eyes or act like a normal person.
The power of a sword from the power of concentration caused a lot of damage to his body.
This body, which was originally burnt to perfection by the fire of the heart of the earth, could not be recovered within a short period of time.
As time went by, Chen Ping slowly realized that he had appeared in a place that also existed in the legend.
He has actually left the East Continent. The place where he is now is the Zhongzhou Continent. The people here call it Shenzhou.
The land of China! There are gods!
The power of the Shenlong phantom brought himself from the East Continent to the Zhongzhou Continent.
Chen Ping had no way of knowing this. Perhaps only Shenlong himself could explain this to himself.
Three months after Chen Ping's consciousness slowly awakened, he was finally able to walk freely like an ordinary person.
Here, he is a newcomer who has no past, and there will be no legends about him in the Zhongzhou Continent.
"Brother Liu, are you really a god?"
The little boy next to him curiously looked at Chen Ping, the weird man who fell from the sky. In his cognition, Chen Ping was the kind of fairy who flew around. He fell from the sky and fainted.
Chen Ping has answered this question many times.
"Puppy, there are no gods in this world, they are all humans just like you!"
"Oh!"
The little boy seems a little disappointed, he has an inexplicable worship of gods!
Chen Ping was sitting on the grass. He was very strange to this world now. This quiet mountain village, the city where the Spirit Gathering Monk was located, was a thousand miles away recently.
I heard from the puppy's grandfather that occasionally one or two traveling monks would pass by here, but they would not bother the small mountain village.
The people here live a life that ordinary people can no longer be ordinary.
For decades, hundreds of years, there will be a young man with a talent for cultivation in this small village, and he will be sent to the nearest sect.