Rural Shennong

Before Chen Ping heard from Wang Ziqian that she got in touch with Wang Lin through telepathy, she was still a little confused.

Although Wang Ziqian is an innate Taoist body and has some weird methods, but her telepathy should also be a kind of spiritual power, and there must be fluctuations in mental power.

How could it be possible that the communication between her and Wang Lin did not arouse the awareness of the deep underground masters at all.

The original reason is here.

I'm afraid people with dragon blood would never have dreamed that there was a person with Wang Ziqian's weird physique and weird mental power in the world who could infiltrate into the force field that shields mental power below the fifth floor without anyone noticing.

Dragon Blood's defensive measures allowed those extraordinary people to limit the scope of their spiritual power expansion, but instead provided convenience to Wang Ziqian, allowing her to easily communicate with Wang Lin without noticing it at all.

Chen Ping still had a few questions to ask, and continued to add wine to Sandro: "Brother, don't your instructors usually stay in the underground laboratory?"

Sandro replied: "They are all cultivators and often retreat."

"Unless Angel City encounters a large-scale sea beast attack, they will take action."

Speaking of this, Sandro shook his head fiercely: "Er Dongping, why do you have so many questions today? What are you doing asking about these things?"

Sandro felt dizzy and uncomfortable, and began to deliberately use his cultivation to purify the alcohol in his body.

As the alcohol was gradually eliminated, Sandro's vigilance gradually returned, and he had already noticed that something was wrong.

Chen Ping raised his head suddenly, his eyes flashed coldly, and he shouted: "The last question, what is your password?"

He yelled this loudly, making Sandro subconsciously raise his head and look at him.

When Sandro saw Chen Ping's dark eyes, his spirit seemed to fall into a vortex, and he said with a dull expression: "My password is as75g..."

He spoke more and more slowly, and there was an obvious struggle on his face.

But he had already drank a lot of wine with spices, and his head was dizzy. Coupled with the coercion of Chen Ping, an extraordinary powerhouse who crossed levels, his brain seemed to be blown up. The password was spoken.

As soon as the last digit of the ten-digit password was spoken, Sandro seemed to have touched a certain threshold, and suddenly woke up: "Who the hell are you and what do you want to do!"

Chen Ping said coldly: "I want to borrow something from you!"

Sandro saw several long swords appearing out of thin air, surrounding him, and the flickering light from the tip of the swords stimulated goose bumps on his skin, and he broke out in a cold sweat immediately, completely awake up.

These long swords are famous all over the world, and they shined brilliantly during the battle of Guangming Sacred Mountain. They are the standard equipment of Qingdi Chen Ping, an extraordinary powerhouse in China.

Even if Sandro thinks highly of himself, no matter how much he looks down on the Chinese people, he knows that he cannot be the opponent of such a superpower.

He swallowed his saliva with eyes full of horror, and said with trembling lips: "You have to ask me to borrow... borrow something."

Sandro played a cautious role and did not directly reveal Chen Ping's identity, for fear that Chen Ping would kill someone to silence him.

He had made up his mind, as long as he owned what Chen Ping borrowed, no matter what Chen Ping wanted, he would give it away without hesitation, saving his life first.

As long as he survived, it would be a great achievement for him to report the news of Chen Ping's arrival immediately after he returned.

Chen Ping drank the remaining wine in the cup, and threw away the cup casually: "I want to borrow your head!"

Chen Ping said this sentence in Chinese, and Sandro didn't understand it, but he could also sensitively feel Chen Ping's sudden burst of murderous intent.

Sandro's nerves had been tense for a long time, and Chen Ping wanted to get up and run away as soon as Chen Ping showed his murderous aura.

But he, a master who has just entered the Bone Changing Realm, is no different from ordinary people in Chen Ping's eyes.

Before Sandro could make a move, the wind-type sky-splitting sword behind his head turned into an afterimage and slashed across his neck.

Sandro felt dizzy, and in a trance, he saw a headless corpse standing opposite Chen Ping, with blood gushing into the sky like a fountain.

But the blood did not fall, but hovered in mid-air.

Before Sandro figured out that there was nothing hanging in the blood, his consciousness fell into endless darkness.

Chen Ping condensed Sandro's blood into a blood cell, put it into the space ring, then quickly cleaned up the scene, grabbed Sandro's head and corpse, and threw them into the sea.

Seeing several sea beasts jumping up from the sea to catch Sandro's last remaining evidence in this world, Chen Ping turned around and left quietly.

Instead of going back to his residence, he took out a new piece of clothing from Sandro's storage ring and put it on, called Zhang Haowen, confessed a few words, and threw the phone into the sea. Like Sandro, he rushed directly to Monsanto.

At the gate, Vidi, who was on vigil, saw Sandro coming back, smelling of alcohol, and said with a displeased face: "Sandro, you still know how to come back!"

Chen Ping said calmly: "I never miss the time on duty, it's none of your business to go wherever I like."

A look of anger flashed across Viddy's face: "You don't need to be complacent."

"Sooner or later I will return to the elite group."

Chen Ping swiped his card, entered Monsanto, and went straight to the company building.

At the door, he saw a strong man with a small cut, smoking a cigarette at the door.

The base is completely non-smoking, and those who are addicted to cigarettes can only smoke outside the door.

The name of the smoker was Bujavik, and he and Sandro were colleagues, both on duty on the ninth floor.

Seeing Sandro coming, Bujavik threw the cigarette butt and walked over: "Sandro, I heard that the Huaguo boy invited you to dinner alone today, did you enjoy it?"

Chen Ping burped: "It's so delicious. He got a particularly delicious wine there. I'll take you there to slaughter him some other day."

Bujavik patted Chen Ping on the shoulder: "Haha, then it's settled."

The two walked side by side to the elevator entrance, verified their fingerprints and pupils respectively, and then entered the password.

If Chen Ping is not an extraordinary powerhouse, if he has not practiced the basic technique of Changqing Jue.

Then let alone changing his pupils and fingerprints, even his breath can't perfectly imitate Sandro.

After the password is entered, a small table rises under the keyboard.

There was a piece of glass on the small table. Chen Ping used his peripheral vision to see that Bujavik forced out a drop of blood, which dripped on the glass piece. He did the same.

Although Chen Ping could perfectly imitate Sandro's breath, appearance, fingerprints and pupils, he couldn't change his own blood attributes and dna.

The blood he dripped on the glass was not his own, but Sandro's original blood that had been prepared in advance from the storage ring.

After passing the verification, the elevator door opened, and Chen Ping followed Bujavik into the room. After entering the door, he stretched.

He did this to avoid touching things in the elevator, who knows what rules he doesn't understand, he didn't even want to touch the elevator buttons.

Seeing Chen Ping enter the door, Bujavik pressed the floor button next to the elevator.

But he didn't press 9, but 3. Chen Ping thought he was going to the third basement floor.

After the button was pressed, it didn't light up like the elevator outside. It seemed that there was no response, but the elevator had already started to descend slowly.