Yin Zhiping was shocked. He almost thought he heard wrongly. The other party actually wanted to go to Tianjimen. Wasn't this a self-inflicted trap?
Although the Tianji Sect suffered a massacre more than 20 years ago, and all the masters above the mid-level Wenjing Realm were killed, not all three of them, Shen Lang, could deal with it.
"Please follow me." For fear that Shen Lang and Feng Luan would regret it, Yin Zhiping hurriedly led the way.
Feng Luan is not afraid of Yin Zhiping's tricks. The air here is thin, and Yin Zhiping seems to be bossing around with his early cultivation of Wenjing. Based on her experience, she guesses that the strength of this Tianji Sect is very average.
Otherwise, the Poison Hand Medicine King would not have come to Misty Island.
Yin Zhiping was leading the way. When he looked back at Shen Lang and the others, his expression was neither humble nor arrogant. But when he turned back to lead the way, his expression suddenly turned cold.
When he first saw Feng Luan and Hong Yue, Yin Zhiping was extremely excited. He had never seen such beautiful beauties, two of them at once. He decided at that time to treat Feng Luan and Hong Yue as his forbidden wives and enjoy them slowly.
But Shen Lang's sudden attack shocked him. Shen Lang's strength was too strong, and Yin Zhiping didn't dare to fight him. But they actually wanted to follow him to Tianjimen, and they simply didn't want to live anymore!
Shen Lang and Feng Luan look very young, and they must be the kind who don't know how high the sky is and how high it is.
If they go to Tianji Gate, they will definitely come back and there will be people to deal with them.
Moreover, his father's red crystal centipede was killed by Shen Lang and Feng Luan. Yin Zhiping could imagine the abuse and whipping Shen Lang and Feng Luan would suffer after going to Tianji Sect, and he felt a little excited.
After walking for two hours, a fog appeared in the jungle.
Sure enough, the direction of this road is the same as on Shen Lang's map.
But there are two routes on Shen Lang's map, and one route has a big bend.
The white mist in the jungle was getting thicker and thicker, and both Shen Lang and Feng Luan couldn't help but feel a little wary.
Finally, Yin Zhiping led Shen Lang and others to the top of a cliff. Below the cliff was a thick fog that was bottomless, giving people a terrifying and eerie feeling.
The other side of the cliff was also covered in white mist, making it difficult to see anything.
There is only a thick chain that runs through the heart of the cliff and leads to the other side of the cliff.
There is a bare iron cable between the two cliffs, which seems to be the only way.
"Go through this chain and cross the cliff, and at the other end is our Tianji Gate." Yin Zhiping said.
Shen Lang said warily: "Isn't this the main entrance?"
There are two routes in his map, one is the current route, and the other should be to the north. So Shen Lang guessed that this might be the entrance to the back door of Tianjimen.
Yin Zhiping's heart skipped a beat and he was a little curious about how Shen Lang knew. He didn't bother to think too much and said: "Yes, this is the back door. The front door is too far. You can reach me by stepping on this rope of several hundred meters.
Tianji Gate."
For ordinary people, stepping across this slender iron cable is like walking on a tightrope across an abyss.
But if you are a martial arts practitioner and have learned Qinggong, it is not difficult to step over the chain.
However, if the other party cheats in a place like this, it will be too dangerous. If you are not careful, you will fall to the bottom of the cliff and be shattered to pieces.
Shen Lang remained alert. He pointed at the green-robed martial artist next to Yin Zhiping and shouted, "Let him go first!"
"You go there first." Yin Zhiping immediately said to the Qingpao martial artist, and gave a cryptic look at the same time. The Qingpao man nodded.
The green-robed martial artist flew onto the iron rope, performed lightness skills, and quickly walked over the iron rope, his figure gradually disappearing into the thick fog.
"See, I said there would be no danger here." Yin Zhiping spread his hands and said.