Chapter 1010: Cult Base

"Whew~"

The warhead on the rpg flew towards Ye Ziheng with the sound of tearing the air, and Ye Ziheng's face suddenly became serious.

But then, pieces of black scale armor quickly covered his whole body, and within half a second, the black scale armor was attached to Ye Ziheng's body in its entirety.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the cannonball hit Ye Ziheng's body heavily, bringing a strong impact. Ye Ziheng's whole body was directly knocked out, and finally fell heavily on the ground.

But because of the protection of the black scale armor, Ye Ziheng was not seriously injured, but his head was a little dizzy from the shock.

He stood up slowly, saw that the cult disciple on the helicopter was reloading, quickly took out a spear, and then threw it violently.

"Puff~Puff!"

The spear directly penetrated the cult disciple, and then fell straight down from the plane.

Then, Ye Ziheng sprinted fiercely, stood up and jumped, because he was not very far away from the helicopter, so he jumped onto the plane with ease, and then grabbed the pilot in the driver's seat.

"Where is the person!"

Ye Ziheng looked at the driver and asked viciously.

The pilot's face showed panic, but it was not because of Ye Ziheng's fierce appearance, but because the helicopter lost control and began to fall.

But Ye Ziheng didn't care whether the plane would crash or not, he just punched the cult disciple in the stomach, almost piercing the cult disciple's stomach directly.

"Where is the person!"

Ye Ziheng asked again, but the disciple still didn't say anything. At this time, the plane was only a few meters away from the ground.

Gritting his teeth, Ye Ziheng had no choice but to kick the guy violently, then leaped, rushed out from the top of the plane, and flew to the top of a building, while the disciple fell down with the plane with a terrified face .

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the plane just crashed into the street below. With a loud noise, several unlucky cars happened to be hit. Fortunately, there were not many pedestrians. It seemed that not many pedestrians were injured, but they all I was taken aback.

Ye Ziheng stood on the roof of the building and watched the falling plane, with anger and unwillingness in his eyes.

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

"Hey Ziheng, how is it? Has He Xia'an been rescued?"

As soon as the phone was connected, Qin Feng asked anxiously.

"No, they should have found the tracker."

After hearing Ye Ziheng's words, Qin Feng was silent for a while.

"What are you going to do now?"

Qin Feng asked, although he was anxious, but no matter how anxious he was, no one was there, and it would be difficult to get out for a while, we could only see what Ye Ziheng planned to do.

"Does the Martial Arts Union have undercover agents in the cult?"

Ye Ziheng asked.

"Yes, but most of them are at the bottom. Although there are also high-level ones, the high-level decision of the Martial Arts Alliance may not sacrifice the hard-earned chess pieces for He Xia'an."

"The ground floor is enough, I just need the location of their base."

Ye Ziheng said lightly.

But Qin Feng was stunned for a moment after hearing this, but he quickly spoke.

"No, this is too dangerous. There are at least tens of thousands of people in one base!"

(to be continued)