No one knows how big the inertia a big trunk is when flying, but the helicopter is a pure metal guy. Because it is too low to leave the ground, it is hit by a tree trunk of Ding Ning!

The seemingly solid metal shell seemed to be as paper as it was, and the head of the tree trunk penetrated the shell of the plane. Although it did not hit the person, the plane was finished.

The propeller was spinning weakly, and no matter how the Chinese man pushed the lever, the plane still fell down with black smoke.

Without a thrilling explosion, the propeller rowed on the ground for several rounds and finally stopped and the plane overturned.

Ron and the Chinese rolled and crawled out. Although they were bruised and swollen, they didn't want to face Ding Ning, but they didn't dare to stay in the plane, so they were just waiting to die.

Ding Ning watched the plane be knocked down and immediately approached the cabin.

The first person to run out was the Chinese. The man's face was broken, and blood was flowing. He completely forgot that Ding Ning was still standing outside.

Ding Ning had no pity for such a person. As soon as he showed up, Ding Ning flew up and hit the other party's chin.

"Click!"

The sound of a broken neck sounded. The Chinese had just protruded their heads and was killed by Ding Ning. His head was softly pulled down, and his body was still in the cabin.

The cab door and the rear seat door were not on one side. Ding Ning killed the Chinese man here, and Ron immediately seized the opportunity and jumped down from the other side.

After touching AK, Ron ran straight to the lake.

He was going to run to an open area so that he could deal with Ding Ning with the long-range power of his guns.

After just running two steps, there was a gust of wind behind him. Ron screamed in shock, and AK turned around and shot wildly.

But when Ron turned around, there was no one behind him. When Ron was surprised, his eyes suddenly became dark!

A red shadow swept past his eyes, and the little cat's sharp claws grabbed all his eyes!

The plasma splattered, and Ron screamed in pain.

"Ah!!! Kill you!"

AK shot bullets crazy, but he had no idea.

The little raccoon succeeded with one blow, and Ding Ning took advantage of the opponent's gun to shoot randomly, quickly rushed up and came to Ron in a few steps.

A high whip thrust his legs heavily twitched Ron's cheek.

With three hundred and sixty rotating, Ron's head was kicked and turned around. His eyes were covered with two blood holes, and there was a strange twist on his neck, which looked extremely terrifying.

"Killer...huh!"

Another side kick was made, and Ron's body was kicked high and fell directly into the lake.

Blood flowed and the lake was covered in blood.

Ding Ning watched Ron's body sink quietly. After confirming that the other party was completely dead, he threw the Chinese body down the lake again.

"Huh! Finally solved, these modern weapons are really troublesome."

Ding Ning didn't like firearms, so he threw away all the guns and climbed onto the helicopter.

The plane was severely damaged, and the giant wood was embedded on one side of the plane, and it had lost its ability to fly.

After rumbling over the plane for a while, Ding Ning found some canned food and drinking water.

The food he brought was almost consumed, so I just wanted to add it.

I opened a can and ate it on the plane with mineral water.

"The sardines from North America taste average. Come and try them, foreign fish, you have never eaten them before."

Ding Ning kept belittling the food of a person and a cat, but he was not idle. The food was too bad these two days.

At this time, a walkie-talkie in the plane rang.

"Ron, please answer when you hear it."

Ding Ning picked up the walkie-talkie. The foreigner seemed to be called Ron. Who is contacting him?

Clamping his throat, Ding Ning recalled the English he had learned and pretended to say: "Please speak."

"Oh, you finally answered, Ron, how did the mission be completed? Why not turn on the satellite camera?"

"Who are you?" Ding Ning asked again.

"I'm George...Hmm? You're not Ron, who are you?"

"Listen, those people are all going to hell. You bastard, I will find you one day sooner or later. Clean your neck and wait for slaughter, FUCK!"

Ding Ning squirted a few words in Chinese, cursed the British national curse, and then threw the intercom on the ground and slashed it.

"I solved a batch of killers, and I don't know when the two batches of killers will arrive. I can't park in this helicopter. If the other party has a powerful firearm, it's over."

Putting all the food in a bag, Ding Ning got up and got out of the helicopter.

"Hmm...someone..."

Ding Ning took two steps and suddenly stopped, looking around in confusion.

At that moment just now, it seemed that someone was looking at him, but after looking around, Ding Ning didn't find anything.

This feeling made Ding Ning a little uneasy. He clearly solved Ron and others, so why are there still people there?

Just as he was wondering, the little raccoon on his shoulder suddenly stood up all over his body and made a low cry at a grass.

Ding Ning followed Xiaoli's gaze and found that the tiger was lying there in the grass.

"Oh, it's this guy."

Ding Ning breathed a sigh of relief, the tiger killed its parents, and the little raccoon cat was hostile to it.

However, Ding Ning did not intend to avenge Xiaolimao's parents. Nature is natural and Ding Ning does not want to interfere.

After comforting the little raccoon cat, Ding Ning stood up and headed for the cave.

After he left, a figure appeared behind a big tree in the distance.

It was the Japanese, but he didn't dare to look at Ding Ning's back at this time, pressing the knife handle with his hand, and his heart was full of horror.

"This target character has such a strong sixth sense. He can actually find that I am spying on it. If it weren't for hiding it well, he would have almost discovered it. But this is the best, otherwise it would be too boring."

****

It is now mid-September, and the heat of summer is gradually fading, and the night in the mountains is cold.

Ding Ning sat cross-legged outside the cave entrance, with a large full moon hanging above his head, the treetops swinging with the wind, and shadows spread out their teeth and claws.

The moonlight shone on Ding Ning, and he was doing his best at this time.

Cultivators not only need to collect the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but also need to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon. The air in the mountains is clean, which is a good place for cultivation.

The moonlight shone on Ding Ning's body, and a layer of silver light appeared.

At this time, Ding Ning seemed to be one with heaven and earth, and he was part of nature. Although he was a little fat, he was extremely harmonious, making people unable to bear to destroy this picture.

After one cycle of practice was completed, Ding Ning breathed a long sigh.

A wisp of vital energy was like a substance, emitting a silver light, which condensed into a congeal in the mouth and spit out three feet before it dissipated.

This time, absorbing the essence of the moon, Ding Ning's cultivation has gone further and has reached the peak of the early stage of the second level of Qi Enlightenment. After practicing a few more times, he will almost enter the middle stage of the second level of Qi Enlightenment.

"Since you are here, why bother hiding your head and tail? How long do you think this will be hidden?"

Ding Ning calmed down a moment of mind, stared at a tree in front of him, and made a sound.

"How can you find me?"

The small Japanese walked out from behind the tree in surprise, looking at Ding Ning as if he was watching a monster. The scene of Ding Ning's cultivation just now shocked him.

"You do have some tricks and can use the breath of trees to cover up the hiding, but you have killed someone before you come, and more than one of them have been killed. The murderous aura is exposed, and you have injuries on your body. The smell of blood is always hidden. You are just peeping at me during the day."

"You are amazing. Can I know what you are doing?" The Japanese have an unconcealed desire in their eyes, which is the desire to become stronger.

"I can tell you, but I'll ask first, who did you kill?"

"Several Chinese hunters." The Japanese said indifferently.

Ding Ning's heart moved. In the deep mountains and forests, the person he killed was probably Li Shuangqin and the others.

"Since that's the case, you don't have to leave." Ding Ning looked up and his eyes firmly locked in the small Japanese.

"You can't decide whether I leave or not. You haven't told me what you're doing yet?"

"Do what your ancestors want to learn but cannot learn!"

Ding Ning shouted loudly, the sound echoed in the mountains, and the night birds were frightened and rose into the sky, bringing a shadow.

The Japanese were extremely wary of Ding Ning. Seeing that Ding Ning suddenly attacked, he waved a long knife in his hand and something was slapped to the ground by him. A stream of blue smoke rose and he shouted: "Escape!"

After the blue smoke passed, the Japanese had disappeared in place.

Ding Ning opened his eyes and sneered: "Little Japanese, you are too young to play acrobatics in front of the true god!"

These days, the power of the left eye gradually recovered. Although his vision was not as blind as when he first awakened his ability to observe wealth, he was able to use it.

This Japanese devil should be from a ninja and can use various props to play some fake escape techniques. Although Ding Ning is confident of finding him, he doesn't want to be troubled at the moment.

When he closed his right eye, he opened his left eye suddenly, and his ability to observe money was activated.

Ten meters ahead of the left, a small Japanese man covered his black cloak, tightly attached to the ground, and his body cleverly utilized the depressions on the ground, looking like soil, almost integrated with the earth.

Moreover, this cloak even covered his smell. Normally, Ding Ning was not easy to see him, but under his left eye, his information was fully visible.

"Akita Jiro, twenty-five years old, has good fortune in youth, and has good fortune in youth..."

"Jirou, you are not middle-aged!"

Ding Ning muttered in his heart, first pretending not to see the other person, slowly paced to him and looked at other places.

Jiro Akita tightly pressed against the ground, trying his best to restrain his murderous intentions, waiting for Ding Ning to walk one meter in front of him, and then he can kill with one knife.

He once dug a hole in the desert for three days and nights, killing the passing drug lords with one knife. He was still very confident about his escape skills.

Ding Ning walked about 1.5 meters away from Akita, as if he was about to turn and walk in other directions. When Akita was anxious, he didn't expect that the fat man suddenly jumped over like a rabbit. When he didn't react, he stepped on his back with a fierce kick!
Chapter completed!