Ding Ling regretted not completely defeating Sanmao and his group of people. So much so that these guys were so brave that they dared to drag Chen Gang into the car at the gate of the province.

This was something he never expected. So he was very angry, so when he arrived at Bali Bridge, the gangster who was parked by the side and waiting to carry him was in trouble.

After asking for directions, Ding Ling kicked the gangster into the ditch without hesitation, then stepped onto the motorcycle and twisted the accelerator to the maximum.

In the fields, the roar of jet fighters taking off suddenly came.

At the end of the cement pavement, he saw a Toyota land cruiser parked aside with several motorcycles around.

Ding Ling saw the gangsters standing in a row and holding weapons looking at him. The corners of his mouth grinned, his speed did not decrease, but instead increased the accelerator.

As he got closer and closer to the group of gangsters, he could even see the provocation and anger on their faces.

Dare not to let it go?

Ding Ling hummed softly, twisted the accelerator again, and the motorcycle roared, rushing towards the group of gangsters who were trying to force him to stop.

The expressions of the gangsters finally changed. When the motorcycle was still 10 meters away from them, they all retreated to make way for Ding Ling, and some people even almost retreated into the field!

After the harsh sound of brakes, Ding Ling threw down the motorcycle and slowly walked back to the group of people.

Chen Gang rolled and crawled to him.

"Ding...Dingling, have you called the police?"

"Is it useful to call the police?" Ding Ling pulled Chen Gang behind his back, facing Sanmao and a gangster who were walking up.

The six people on the opposite side, except Sanmao, all of them were holding steel sticks and a watermelon knife about one foot long.

Ding Ling's eyelids twitched, and his spiritual power began to gather.

"Brother Sanmao, we're meeting again."

Sanmao hugged his arms and said with a slight smile: "Yes, we're meeting again. Since you dare to show a thousand under my nose, you should know the consequences of making a thousand."

"Oh? What are the consequences?"

"You are still a student. If you want to write, then just use your left hand."

Ding Ling also hugged his arms, and he looked at Sanmao as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Sanmao, actually I can understand you... a rustic guy like you definitely don't know me." Ding Ling raised a finger and said slowly: "It's been many years since no one dared to say he wanted me a hand in front of me."

The calm voice of the bright moon sounded: "The bloodline ability is activated, even if the calculation is activated."

In his mind, a little gangster cursed and raised his watermelon knife to rush towards him.

He smiled slightly, turned around and raised his legs to Chen Gang, who was at a loss, and then Chen Gang flew to the rapeseed field several meters away.

"Pretend to be a fucking pussy!" A gangster cursed, raised his watermelon knife and rushed directly towards Ding Ling.

Ding Ling tilted his body, and his palm hit the gangster's vest with force, and the latter rushed to the ground. Then, he did not retreat but advanced, and rushed into the crowd against the cold watermelon knife.

It was like... a tiger rushed into the sheep pile.

He did not give this group of people any chance. In Ding Ling's dictionary, any battle involving life safety is not allowed to show off. Therefore, he neatly put down all the gangsters in five seconds, and then stood in front of Sanmao, who was confused and frightened.

"Brother Sanmao, why bother?" Ding Ling smiled like a spring breeze. He patted Sanmao's face gently, but it was heavier every time, and the sound of slap echoed in the fields.

The horror in Sanmao's eyes reached its peak, and he roared like an insulted beast: "I'm fighting with you!"

However, just as he reached his hand to his back, Ding Ling grabbed his wrist one step ahead of him.

The next second, a fake five-four pistol with the security on appeared in Ding Ling's hand.

Ding Ling kicked Sanmao's stomach and he fell to the ground. He took a step forward, and Ding Ling grabbed Sanmao's collar with his left hand and pulled him up.

Ding Ling hit Sanmao's mouth hard.

The boundless fear immediately enveloped Sanmao!

It's over, this student is a madman, not only a madman, but also a madman with a terrifying strength! Looking at Ding Ling's face that is still smiling, a chill suddenly rushed from the heels to the back of his head.

Ding Ling pushed the muzzle in, and Sanmao immediately started to retching. He grabbed Ding Ling's hand, but could not shake it at all, so he had to shake his hand constantly, signaling the gangsters behind Ding Ling who had just gotten up to leave quickly.

"Brother Sanmao." Ding Ling let go of his left hand, held the pistol in his right hand and lifted it up online, and the muzzle hit Sanmao's upper jaw.

"Do you still want my left hand?"

"Um, um..." Seeing that she couldn't make a sound, Sanmao shook her head again.

"Okay, I can ask your helper to come out." Ding Ling pulled out his pistol and took a step back. He looked at the Toyota Off-Road, which was parked ten meters away with a smile.

A young man in his twenties walked out of the car door.

Mingyue's voice sounded in his mind: "Middle level of the first melody."

"It means it's the same as me?"

"Yes, but he won't think so." Mingyue replied seriously: "He just came to his spiritual sense and only found my spiritual power. He would think you are just a rookie in the middle level of the starting realm."

Shameless...shameless, Ding Ling thought in his mind.

In the past week, not only Danting Ling's realm has been improving, but Mingyue, the strange bloodline spirit who can practice human skills, has also improved. After practicing "Peyuanlu", she successfully succeeded in Peiyuan and became a bloodline spirit who can practice.

Moreover, her spiritual power attributes are exactly the same as Ding Ling, and she can even shamelessly borrow Ding Ling's spiritual power to improve her own strength. For this, Ding Ling could only accept that his bloodline elves were a freak after he was puzzled.

However, this also has advantages, that is, as long as Ding Ling is willing, he can completely hide his strength and allow others to only explore Mingyue's spiritual power.

For example, now... the young man opposite, who was as deep as water, was also a middle-level practitioner in the Chuming realm. When he looked at Ding Ling, he seemed to see a dead person.

"A disciple in the beginning of movement actually has such anger..." The young man said slowly, his eyes full of contempt and disgust: "I originally wanted to ask you about your master, but now I've given up."

"Oh? Are you the master they invited?" Ding Ling waved his hand gently, and the pistol covered with Sanmao's saliva flew into the field dozens of meters away. He held his arms and allowed Sanmao and the gangsters to return to the back of the Toyota car.

"Even if they didn't invite them, like you... the scum in the world of cultivation, we should get over it quickly when we see it." The young man turned around and he thought of a spiritual ritual.

I saw that everyone, including Uncle Tian in the car, was asleep on the ground.

Ding Ling narrowed his eyes slightly. This was not the ** technique. He saw that Bai Qianqian had released it. It was a single spiritual skill.

It seems that you can't be careless! He turned around and walked over to Zhan Lili Li to release a ** technique. Chen Gang, who was about to say something, immediately turned pale and lay on the ground.

"Okay, there's no one else." Ding Ling took a step back, and a sign-like smile appeared on his face: "Are you the master they invited? May I ask the master's name?"

The young man smiled contemptuously and said three words: "Are you worthy?"
Chapter completed!