Lin Yang saw the two figures disappear from the corner of his eye, and whipped Qin Shigu with his backhand, "It's your turn, go up!"
Qin Shigu knew his Qinggong skill very well, so he shook his head and refused to step forward, "I'm not good at Qinggong, so you should go first!"
The two were at the wind's outlet, and thick smoke rolled out, almost covering their bodies. Lin Yang was choked and his breathing was stagnant. He refused to say anything more. If I go up first, will you be able to escape with your Qinggong? I don't think you are going to die here, are you?"
Qin Shigu really hesitated, and after a moment, he asked in a low voice: "Can you still get away?"
Lin Yang glanced at him coldly, "Of course I am more confident than you."
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