"Whew ~"

the warhead on the RPG flew towards ye Ziheng with the sound of tearing air, and ye Ziheng's face became dignified.

But then, a piece of black scale armor quickly covered his whole body, less than half a second, the black scale armor was attached to ye Ziheng's body.

"Boom

With a loud bang, the shell collided heavily on ye Ziheng, bringing a strong impact. Ye Ziheng's whole person was directly hit and flew out, and finally fell heavily on the ground.

However, due to the protection of black scale armor, ye Ziheng was not seriously injured, but his head was shaken a little dizzy.

He stood up slowly and saw that the cult disciple on the helicopter was loading ammunition. He quickly took out a spear and threw it.

"Whew, puff, puff!"

The spear went straight through the cult disciple and fell straight out of the plane.

Then, ye Ziheng dashed, got up and jumped, because he was not far away from the helicopter, so he easily jumped on the plane, and then grabbed the pilot in the driver's seat.

"Where is the man?"

Ye Ziheng looked at the driver and asked fiercely.

The driver's face showed a look of panic, but it was not because of Ye Ziheng's ferocious appearance, but because the helicopter had lost control and began to fall.

However, no matter whether the plane would crash or not, ye Ziheng punched the cult disciple's stomach and almost didn't punch the cult disciple's stomach directly.

"Where is the man?"

Ye Ziheng asked again, but the disciple still did not say, and at this time, the plane was only a few meters away from the ground.

A bite of teeth, ye Ziheng had to kick the guy, and then jump, rushed out from the top of the plane, flew to the top of a building, and the disciple was with a frightened face and the plane fell down together.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the plane just fell into the street below, making a loud noise. Several bad luck cars were hit. Fortunately, there were not many pedestrians. It seemed that not many pedestrians were injured, but they were all scared.

Ye Ziheng stood on the top of the building, looking at the falling plane, both angry and unwilling in his eyes.

After a few seconds, he took a deep breath, took out his mobile phone, and called Qin Feng.

"Hello, Ziheng. How about it? Has he Xia'an rescued him?"

The phone has just been connected, then Qin Feng then anxiously asked.

"No, they should have found the tracker."

After listening to ye Ziheng's words, Qin Feng was silent for a long time.

"What are you going to do now?"

Qin Feng asked, although he was in a hurry, no matter how anxious he was, he was not there. Moreover, it was very difficult for him to come from the family for a while. He could only see what ye Ziheng planned to do.

"Does the alliance of martial arts and Taoism have an undercover in the cult?"

Ye Ziheng asked.

"Yes, but most of them are at the bottom. Although there are also high-level officials, the high-level decision of the Wudao alliance may not sacrifice the pieces that were hard set up for the sake of he Xia'an."

"Enough on the ground floor. I just need the location of their base."

Ye Ziheng said faintly.

But Qin Feng after hearing this words is Leng for a while, but soon open mouth to say.

"No, it's too dangerous. It's a base, but there are at least tens of thousands of people!"

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