In just a moment, Yin Zhiping was dragged over by Yin Junjie. Seeing that two of his son's fingers had been chopped off, Yin Junjie's face became terrifyingly gloomy.
"who!"
Seeing Yin Zhiping being dragged away, Shen Lang's expression changed and he immediately chased after him, slapping Yin Junjie hard with a snowflake palm.
"Young man is looking for death!"
When Yin Junjie saw that Shen Lang was not in the early stage of questioning, he took advantage of the situation and struck out with a violent palm. His face was full of violence, and he wanted to slap Shen Lang to death.
"Bang!"
The two palms collided, causing a huge wave of air.
Shen Lang took four or five steps back before he stabilized his body. Qi and blood surged throughout his body, but he did not suffer any serious injuries.
Comparing the martial arts in the middle stage of Wenjing, Shen Lang's internal strength is still much inferior to that of Yin Junjie, but he has the advantage in martial arts.
Yin Junjie also took half a step back, shocked in his heart. He thought that the palm he struck with all his strength could seriously injure this kid even if he couldn't kill him, right?
But he never expected that this kid could take his palm forcefully and only took a few steps back.
This made Yin Junjie wonder if Shen Lang was still in the early stages of questioning.
Shen Lang's eyes narrowed. If it were Bi Nei Li, he would definitely not be Yin Junjie's opponent, but he could avoid his own shortcomings.
In the midst of lightning and flint, Shen Lang used the snow-piercing cloud style of the Snowflake Divine Palm to strike at Yin Junjie.
Although the opponent is in the middle stage of the Realm, he is just a disabled person. He may not be an opponent! Shen Lang also wants to test his own strength.
When Yin Junjie saw that Shen Lang not only did not retreat, but also hit him, he couldn't help but became furious. It was really like a tiger falling flat and being bullied by a dog! A boy in the early stage of the realm dared to take action against him who was in the middle stage of the realm.
Shen Lang hit the Piaoxuechuanyun style, Yin Junjie quickly parried, and the two were soon fighting together.
At first, Yin Junjie decided to teach Shen Lang an unforgettable lesson, but soon he discovered that something was wrong.
Shen Lang's palm wind was extremely fast, just like the snow in the clouds dancing in the wind. It was elegant and agile, its trajectory was ever-changing, and its power was not outstanding.
"What kind of palm technique is this? It's so fast!" Yin Junjie became more and more frightened as he fought.
Yin Junjie is disabled and only has one left arm. He is gradually out of breath under the weight of Shen Lang.
"boom!"
The two faced each other again, and this time Yin Junjie did not take any advantage.
Most of the palm techniques require energy accumulation at the moment of strike. Naturally, this kind of quick palm technique cannot produce much power.
After one palm strike, Shen Lang was not done with his attacks. He quickly took out a breath of energy, raised his left palm along with the trend, drew a semicircular arc, and then struck Yin Junjie's right shoulder.
Yin Junjie's pupils suddenly dilated, how could it be possible? Why did he still have enough power to hit himself with his left palm?
Generally speaking, after a Wenjing martial arts cultivator strikes a palm, his strength and internal force should be released, leaving him with no energy left to continue striking the same palm in a very short period of time. It is hard to imagine how Shen Lang did it!
This is the essence of the first style of the Snow Flower Divine Palm. Different from ordinary palm techniques, the Piao Xue Chuan Yun style does not have only one move straight away, but can be used at any time.
Unprepared, Yin Junjie received a slap from Shen Lang on his right shoulder, causing him to open his mouth and vomit blood.
Seeing Shen Lang strike again, Yin Junjie finally turned pale with horror. The whole process took less than a tenth of a second. He had no time to defend or dodge. He could only watch helplessly as Shen Lang's left palm struck his right hand.
on the shoulders.
There was a "bang", followed by a crisp sound, and Yin Junjie's right shoulder collarbone was shattered, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Shen Lang raised the corners of his mouth, revealing an evil smile. He reversed his luck and struck out the third style of the Snowflake Divine Palm, causing the frost to bite the bones.
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound, and Shen Lang hit Yin Junjie in the chest with his palm.
"puff!"
Yin Junjie's face was distorted and blood spurted out.
"Save your life first!"
Shen Lang sneered, raised his foot, and kicked Yin Junjie, who was already covered in all kinds of flesh and bones, more than ten meters away.
"Boom!"
After a parabolic movement, Yin Junjie fell to the ground, blood still flowing from his mouth and nose.
Seeing that Shen Lang could actually beat his father away, Yin Zhiping was so frightened that he felt bad. He thought to himself that this was not a dream. How could he be so good at martial arts in the early stages of the realm?
Shen Lang's flowing palm skills astonished even Feng Luan. Even though Feng Luan was born in the Kunlun Mountains and has seen a lot of things in the world, she has rarely seen palm skills as exquisite as Shen Lang's.
Shen Lang strode forward and walked up to Yin Junjie, and Feng Luan also walked up.
"What do you want to do!" Yin Junjie's face was extremely ugly. He couldn't defeat Shen Lang, let alone Feng Luan who was in the middle stage of questioning.
Yin Zhiping even shrank to one side, trembling with fear.
"Old man, don't blame me for bullying the disabled. I was almost killed by you before. This is your retribution!" Shen Lang snorted coldly.
"That's your delusional attempt to break into my Tianji Gate!" Yin Junjie gritted his teeth, his tone clearly softening.
"Fart! It was your son who brought us here, and you almost killed us. Shouldn't this debt be settled properly?" Shen Lang said coldly.
Yin Junjie did not dare to anger Shen Lang and decided to save his life. He immediately said: "Young hero, you also killed the red crystal centipede I raised, as well as a high-level disciple of Tianji Sect, and my son Yin Zhiping was also deposed by you.
Two fingers fell off, so let’s end this matter.”
Shen Lang chuckled: "Do you think I'm an idiot?"
"I'm warning you, we have no obligation to negotiate terms with the weak!" Feng Luan stepped forward and pointed a sword at Yin Junjie, her delicate face covered with frost.
Yin Junjie panicked and said bravely: "I was wrong. I shouldn't have broken the iron rope and plotted against you. You can just take my life."
"No, no, no, I won't kill you." Shen Lang smiled.
Seeing that the murderous intention on Shen Lang disappeared, Yin Junjie immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that Shen Lang might not be so ruthless, and he might be able to shake hands and make peace with a few nice words.
Thinking of this, Yin Junjie immediately said: "The young hero is so young, but his strength is already so high. He is truly a genius! I will die without regrets if I can see a genius like the young hero in this life."
This praise seemed a bit outrageous, and Yin Junjie blushed.
Yin Junjie actually thought wrong. Shen Lang was a ruthless person. He didn't kill Yin Junjie because he just wanted to find out where the Tianji Sect's cultivation resources were hidden.
Shen Lang sneered and said: "Old man, I have always killed whoever I want. Don't think that I am easy to talk to. If you are sensible, you should quickly take out all the cultivation resources of Tianji Sect, otherwise I can make the entire Misty Island disappear!
"
Yin Junjie's old face changed color, and he was extremely unwilling. It was not difficult for Shen Lang to kill him, and it was not that easy to deal with the entire Tianji Sect. It was even more idiotic to make the Misty Island disappear.
Feng Luan also felt that Shen Lang's threat seemed a bit exaggerated.
Shen Lang didn't talk nonsense. He took out his military officer's ID card from his body and threw it to Yin Junjie for a look.
"The rank of Lieutenant General of China, General Military Advisor of the Longteng Special Forces Forces." Yin Junjie was shocked. This title seemed very powerful.
Shen Lang sneered and said: "Misty Island is not big or small, but a dozen missiles can still blow it to the ground."