Chapter 563: When i'm an idiot

In just a moment, Yin Zhiping was dragged by Yin Junjie, and Yin Junjie's face was gloomy and terrible when he saw his son's fingers were cut by two.
"Who!"
Seeing Yin Zhiping being dragged away, Shen Lang's expression changed, he immediately chased him, and slapped Yin Junjie with a snowflake palm.
"The kid is looking for death!"
When Yin Junjie saw that Shen Lang was not in the early stage of questioning, he also slammed a palm, full of violence, and wanted to slap Shen Lang to death.
"Boom!"
The two palms collided, causing a huge wave of air.
It took Shen Lang four or five steps to stabilize his figure, his whole body surged, but he suffered no major injuries.
Compared with Wu Xiu in the middle of the question, Shen Lang's internal strength is still a lot worse than Yin Junjie, but he wins by the advantage of the technique.
Yin Junjie also took a half step back, shocked in his heart. He thought that a palm he hit with all his strength could make this kid seriously injured even if he couldn't kill this kid?
But he never thought that this kid could take his palm, only to back up a few steps.
This makes Yin Junjie doubt that Shen Lang is still in the early stage of the questioning.
Shen Lang's eyes narrowed. If it was Bi Neili, he would definitely not be Yin Junjie's opponent, but he could avoid his shortcomings.
Between the electric light and flint, Shen Lang used the snow-piercing cloud style of the Snow Palm, and hit Yin Junjie.
Although the opponent is in the middle stage of interrogation, he is only a disabled person, and he may not be an opponent! Shen Lang also wanted to test his own strength.
Yin Junjie saw that Shen Lang not only did not back down, but also fought at him. He couldn't help but furious. It was really Huluopingyang being bullied by a dog! A kid in the early stage of interrogation dared to attack him in the middle of interrogation.
Shen Lang shot the floating snow through the clouds, Yin Junjie quickly parried, and the two quickly fought together.
At first, Yin Junjie also decided to teach Shen Lang an unforgettable lesson, but soon he realized something was wrong.
Shen Lang's palm wind is extremely fast, like the snow in the clouds flying with the wind, elegant and agile, the trajectory is varied and powerful.
"What is this technique? The speed is so fast!" Yin Junjie became more and more frightened.
Yin Junjie is a disabled person, with only one left arm, and is gradually out of breath by Shen Lang.
"boom!"
The two met again, and this time Yin Junjie didn't take any advantage.
The vast majority of palms need to be charged at the moment they are shot, and this kind of quick palms naturally cannot produce much power.
After a palm, Shen Lang's moves were endless, and he quickly raised a breath of indignation. He lifted his left palm and drew a semi-circular arc trajectory before hitting Yin Junjie's right shoulder.
Yin Junjie's pupils suddenly enlarged, how could it be possible? Why does he still have the left palm to hit him?
Generally speaking, after Wenjing Wuxiu hits a palm, his strength and internal strength should be relieved, and there is no spare energy to continue hitting the same palm in a very short time. It is hard to imagine how Shen Lang did it!
This is the essence of the first style of Snow Palm. Unlike ordinary palms, the Floating Snow Piercing Clouds style is not just a straight move, but a high-five move at any time.
Unable to defend himself, Yin Junjie slapped Shen Lang on his right shoulder, and he vomited blood.
Seeing Shen Lang slap again, Yin Junjie finally paled in horror. The whole process was less than a tenth of a second, and he had no time to defend and dodge. He could only watch Shen Lang slap his left palm on his right. Shoulders.
With a "bang" sound, Yin Junjie's clavicle on his right shoulder was shattered, and blood spurted out.
The corner of Shen Lang's mouth lifted upward, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth. With bad luck and true energy, he shot out the third position of the Snow Palm, which was frosty and bitter.
"Boom!"
With a muffled sound, Shen Lang hit Yin Junjie's chest with a palm.
"puff!"
Yin Junjie's face was distorted and blood spurted wildly.
"Leave your life first!"
Shen Lang sneered, lifted his foot, and kicked Yin Junjie, who was already sluggish, a dozen meters away.
"Boom!"
After a parabolic movement, Yin Junjie fell to the ground, his mouth and nose still overflowing with blood.
Seeing that Shen Lang could actually fly his father, Yin Zhiping was so frightened that his whole body was not good. He thought this was not a dream, why is it that even the martial arts in the early stage of the questioning stage were so good?
Feng Luan was a little astonished by Shen Lang's set of palms like flowing water. Even though Feng Luan was born in the Kunlun Mountain enchantment and has seen many worlds, she has rarely seen such an exquisite palm technique as Shen Lang.
Shen Lang strode forward and walked to Yin Junjie, and Feng Luan also walked up.
"What do you want to do!" Yin Junjie's face was extremely ugly, and he couldn't beat a Shen Lang, let alone Feng Luan in the middle of the questioning stage.
Yin Zhiping shrank even more, shivering with fright.
"Old man, don't blame me for bullying the disabled, I was almost killed by you before, you are retribution!" Shen Lang coldly snorted.
"That's your delusion to break into my heavenly secret gate!" Yin Junjie gritted his teeth, his tone was obviously subdued.
"Fart! Your son brought us here, and you almost killed us. Should this account be settled?" Shen Langyin said coldly.
Yin Junjie did not dare to provoke Shen Lang. He decided that it was important to save his life. He immediately said: "Young man, you also killed the Crimson Centipede I raised, and a high-level disciple from Tianjimen. My son Yin Zhiping was also deposed by you. I dropped two fingers, this thing will stop here."
Shen Lang said: "When I am an idiot?"
"Warning you, we have no obligation to negotiate terms with the weak!" Feng Luan stepped forward and pointed at Yin Junjie with a sword, his delicate face covered with frost.
Yin Junjie turned into a panic and bit his head and said: "The old man was wrong. I shouldn't break the iron wire and try to calculate you. You can just take the old man's life."
"No, no, I won't kill you." Shen Lang smiled.
Seeing Shen Lang's killing intent disappeared, Yin Junjie immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that Shen Lang might not be so cruel, and he might be able to shake hands and make peace with a few good words.
Thinking of this, Yin Junjie said immediately: "The young man is so strong at a young age, and he can be called a talented person! The old man can see such a wizard as the young man in this life, and he will die without regret."
This seems a bit outrageous, Yin Junjie blushed.
Yin Junjie was wrong. Shen Lang was originally a cruel person. He didn't kill Yin Junjie but wanted to ask where the cultivation resources of the secret door were hidden.
Shen Lang sneered: "Old man, I always kill whoever I want to kill. Don't think I'm very talkative. If you know, you should quickly take out all the training resources of the Heavenly Mystery Gate, otherwise I can make the entire Misty Island disappear! "
Yin Junjie's old face changed color, and his heart was extremely unwilling. It was not difficult for Shen Lang to kill himself, and it was not that easy to deal with the entire Heavenly Secret Gate. 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 and threw it to Yin Junjie to take a look.
"The rank of Huaxia National Lieutenant General, Longteng Special Forces Military General Counsel." Yin Junjie was shocked, this title seemed to be very powerful.
Shen Lang sneered: "Mist Island is not big or small, but more than a dozen missiles can still be blown into flat ground."