Shen Lang didn't want to talk nonsense, he pushed out his right palm in the lightning flash, and struck forward with a Snowflake Divine Palm.
"boom!"
The cold palm wind struck Yin Zhiping in an instant, with an astonishing momentum.
Yin Zhiping was startled. He had no time to think about why Shen Lang could still strike out with his inner strength. Seeing the sudden palm wind, Yin Zhiping was so anxious that he could only strike out with one palm to resist.
"puff!"
Yin Zhiping opened his mouth and vomited blood. Without any suspense, he flew seven or eight meters away and fell heavily to the ground, with a look of horror written on his face.
Shen Lang is also a martial arts cultivator in the early stage of the realm, and Shen Lang's strength is much higher than that of Yin Zhiping.
Shen Lang secretly sneered in his heart. He had fought against some martial arts cultivators in the early stage of the realm before, and this Yin Zhiping was the most inferior martial artist in the early stage of the realm that Shen Lang had met.
Yin Zhiping is the young master of the Tianji Sect. Since the catastrophe 22 years ago, all the masters of the Tianji Sect have died, but the sect still has enough training resources.
It doesn't take Yin Zhiping to have much talent. A large number of spiritual stones can feed his cultivation to the early stage of the realm. Yin Zhiping used the spiritual stones to feed him to the early stage of the realm.
As the young master of the Tianji Sect, Yin Zhiping usually has no sense of crisis, let alone any experience, so his strength is naturally very poor.
"You... weren't you poisoned?" Yin Zhiping fell to the ground and exclaimed.
After receiving Shen Lang's Snowflake Divine Palm, Yin Zhiping shivered all over and felt a bit of cold air rushing through his body, making his body and limbs unable to lift their strength.
"With your IQ, young master, do you think everyone is as mentally retarded as you?" Shen Lang said sarcastically.
"You..." Yin Zhiping wanted to refute but did not dare to. He was frightened by Shen Lang's strength and felt that he was no match at all.
Feng Luan also walked out of the hut and happened to see this scene.
Shen Lang pulled out the blood-drinking knife and placed it on Yin Zhiping's neck.
"I want to ask you some questions, and you'd better answer them truthfully, otherwise, you will definitely regret it!" Shen Lang said with a sinister expression.
As the head of the young sect, Yin Zhiping was usually aloof, but he had never suffered such a crime. He couldn't help shouting: "Boy, you'd better let me go, otherwise our Tianji sect will definitely not let you go!"
Shen Lang felt disgusted in his heart. There was something wrong with Yin Zhiping's brain. If he didn't give him an unforgettable lesson, he really thought he wouldn't dare to kill him.
"Whoosh!"
A flash of white light flashed, and before Shen Lang could take action, Feng Luan pulled out the soft sword from her waist and cut off a finger on Yin Zhiping's right hand with one strike, causing a large amount of blood to flow out.
"Ouch!"
Yin Zhiping's face was distorted and he screamed like a ghost crying or a wolf howling.
Feng Luan's face was as cold as frost, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Don't tell me, next time I will chop off not your fingers, but your entire right hand!"
Yin Zhiping was so frightened that he never imagined that Feng Luan could be so cruel and ruthless. He immediately begged for mercy: "I said it, I said it, I will say it!"
"How many experts in the Tianji Sect are above the mid-level realm?" Shen Lang asked directly about the key.
"Four...four! My father and the other three elders are all in the middle stage of the Questioning Realm!" Yin Zhiping said tremblingly.
Shen Lang had been a killer for a long time and was the best at this kind of torture. He could see that Yin Zhiping was not lying.
If there are really four martial arts cultivators in the middle stage of Wenjing Realm, this Tianji Sect will still be a little bit tricky.
"Including the disabled old man from before?" Feng Luan asked coldly.
Yin Zhiping immediately said: "Yes, yes, that's my father and three elders. They are all disabled..."
As soon as these words came out, Shen Lang and Feng Luan's eyes lit up.
Since they are disabled, their combat strength will definitely be reduced by half. The expressions of Shen Lang and Feng Luan soon became relaxed.
For martial arts cultivators, the human body is a natural formation. The lack of arms and legs means that the formation is missing necessary parts, and its strength must be halved.
If a middle-stage martial artist is disabled, his strength will definitely be far worse than that of a normal mid-stage martial artist. At most, he can only be considered half a mid-stage martial artist. After all, a disabled person with missing arms and legs will definitely not be able to
Drink compared to normal people.
"Why are all the four middle-level martial arts cultivators of your Tianji Sect disabled?" Shen Lang asked again.
"That's because..." Yin Zhiping hesitated a little. He felt that he had revealed too much?
A cold light flashed through Feng Luan's starry eyes, and she waved the soft sword in her hand, cutting off a section of the little finger of Yin Zhiping's right hand.
"ah!"
A shrill howl followed, and Yin Zhiping turned pale.
"To tell or not to tell?" Feng Luan pressed the soft sword, and Yin Zhiping was so frightened that he had no doubt that if he didn't tell, this woman would chop off one of his hands without hesitation.
In order to save his life, Yin Zhiping did not dare to be careful and had to explain it honestly.
It turns out that the Tianji Sect suffered a major catastrophe twenty-two years ago. A magnificent female devil broke into the Misty Island and slaughtered all the masters of the Tianji Sect.
The strength of the Tianji Sect in the past was very strong, not even weaker than the eight sects in the Kunlun Mountain Boundary. The previous Tianji Sect leader even had the strength in the early stage of transformation.
However, he was beheaded by the female demon who suddenly broke in. Not only that, no martial arts cultivator above Wenjing of Tianji Sect was spared. Only four Wenjing disciples survived, but four of them had their hands and feet cut off and became disabled.
Now, of the four surviving Wenjing martial arts cultivators, one has become the sect leader, Yin Zhiping's father, Yin Junjie. The other three have become elders.
After hearing this story, Shen Lang and Feng Luan both felt that the Tianji Sect was indeed a bit miserable, but this matter had nothing to do with them.
Shen Lang thought, since the Tianji Sect was so awesome in the past, there must be a lot of good stuff.
Sure enough, Shen Lang asked something from Yin Zhiping, which was about Tianji Sect's cultivation resources.
In the early stage of Qingjing, when Yin Zhiping was fed with a lot of spiritual stones, Tianjimen not only had a large number of spiritual stones, but also seemed to have a large number of elixirs and some precious medicinal materials.
But Yin Zhiping doesn't know where the Tianji Sect's cultivation resources are hidden.
"I've told you everything I need to explain, please let me go!" Yin Zhiping begged for mercy with an earthy tone.
"Let you go? Haha, what a dream!"
This guy almost killed himself, and Shen Lang was determined not to let him live. Seeing that Yin Zhiping had lost its use value, Shen Lang set up his blood-drinking knife and prepared to send Yin Zhiping back to the west with one blow.
"Wait!"
Suddenly there was a loud shout from the bottom of the cliff.
An old man rushed over. This man was Yin Junjie, the master of the Tianji Sect.
Yin Junjie rushed over with lightning speed, trying to drag Yin Zhiping over with one hand. His speed even surprised Feng Luan.
This disabled old man must have practiced some advanced Qinggong techniques, otherwise he wouldn't be so fast!