Of course, Han Ping first searched for some good things for the black-clothed warriors, after all, the martial artists from outside, there must be a lot of good things, no matter how bad it is, this sword can always be sold for a good price, and he is ready to go to Sunset City.

Ignoring the eyes of others, Han Ping vigorously and resolutely searched the things of the black-clothed warrior, except for a few gold coins on his body, a leather roll, Han Ping disdainfully threw things into the storage bag, and by the way, the long sword was also looted together, after all, Weng Zi is also meat in a small country, this is not called robbery, this is called accumulation.

After doing all this, Han Ping left satisfied, and handed over the rest to the Wu tribe, what surviving war horses, big knives and the like can give them good armament.

"Drive," Han Ping rode an old horse and let the old horse run freely, the old horse knew the way, that's right, Han Ping was ready to ransack the sixth branch of the Sunset League again.

In the distance, in the direction of the Cold Ice Tribe, after seeing Han Ping release the wolf smoke instead of asking for help, Gong Rin asked Han Hu to lead the twenty hunting team members to rush to the direction of the wolf smoke, which seemed to be the direction of the Wu tribe.

The Ice Tribe is okay, the other tribes are stunned, this and this, it's the beacon fire of the Ice Tribe again, that direction is the direction of the Wu tribe, and the Ice Tribe won't have to open up with the Wu tribe again.

It's really a troublesome tribe, and then quickly send spies to go, including the mad tribe, the Falling Sun Alliance and the Falling Sun Tribe, the most peak forces in the Falling Sun Mountain Range have sent people there, after all, this time is different from the past, and the current Cold Ice Tribe is just when the wind and water are rising, and their every move has attracted much attention.

Hanping didn't have time to pay attention to this, he took advantage of the leisure time of horseback riding to remember the animal skin in the storage bag. Driven by curiosity, Hanping opened the hide.

The animal skin is made of high-quality tiger skin, and it can be kept for many years, so it seems that the contents of it should be quite valuable, Kanhei thought.

The animal skin was opened, and there were a few neat lines of large characters inside, which were generous and vigorous, and the other party was either a strong man or a calligrapher (although there may not be such a calligrapher in this era, so it was regarded as a fantasy.) )

"It turns out that your tribe is called the One Sword Tribe. Hanping said to himself, and the old horse under his feet thought he was shouting at him to hurry up, and once again sped up.

Han Ping on horseback almost didn't fall, this hateful guy, Han Ping scolded and scolded, and then continued to look down.

"Visit, you are a member of the One Sword Tribe visiting the Falling Sun Alliance, is the One Sword Tribe a bandit organization?" Han Ping muttered to himself again, this time the old horse did not run around.

Hanping continued to look down, but the more he looked, the more frightened he became, because he had discovered a big secret

"Damn, it turns out that you came here to form an alliance with the Sunset Alliance. Han Ping saw that he scolded directly at the end, and directly frightened the old horse to speed up again, after all, he knew that this young man was not a good person. Han Ping on horseback cursed again.

He pulled a face along the way, and the original content of the letter was to the effect that the One Sword Tribe was ready to join forces with the Falling Sun Alliance and insert the power into the Falling Sun Mountains, as for the specific cooperation plan, there was no one on it, it seemed that the black-clothed warrior was just a messenger.

If the Sunset Alliance agrees, then the One Sword Tribe will open a large net against the Sunset Mountain Range.

"Sunset Alliance, you'd better keep to yourself, otherwise. Han Ping snorted coldly: "Drive." ”

The old horse picked up speed again, leaving only a trail of horseshoe prints in the snow, which was then hidden by the snow.

Hanping whipped up his horse along the way, although the old horse was old, but his physical strength was no problem, after all, the sixth branch of the Luoyang League was not too far from here.

About three hours later, Hanhei arrived on his old horse.

"Holy. Han Ping couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, the sixth branch is really bold, and directly arranged the stronghold in a small upper valley, and there were a few bandits standing crookedly outside the valley, probably drunk.

That's too bold, isn't it? Han Ping sighed, but it's right to think about it, after all, who will come here with nothing to do during the Chinese New Year?

Except for the seventh division not long ago, in their opinion, it is an exception, let me ask, how many Hanping are there in the entire Luoyang Mountain Range? The answer is obvious, one.

Hanping just carried the ghost-headed knife and rode a horse leisurely close to the valley, and when it was near, a bandit with a mouth full of stubble found Hanping.

"What kind of person? Oh, it's my own people, let's go, Lord Wei Shou, they should be all right, right?" the bandit asked.

Originally, Han Ping had already thought about how to answer, and it was a big deal to kill him, but the bandits who drank directly asked and answered themselves. I was confused in my heart, but I didn't fall on my lips: "It's all going well, the big army is behind, you cheer up, I'll come back and inform you first." If the words are right, Hanping directly rode his horse and whipped his horse, swaggering into the valley.

"So smooth?" Han Ping couldn't believe it, and thought he was dreaming, but after looking at the dense bandit stronghold and hearing the news of the return of the large army, several drunk bandits guarding the door immediately cheered up and looked into the distance with all their attention, although their eyes were still closed.

"Hehe, I'll let you live a little longer. Hanping grinned and rode around blindly.

After turning around, Han Ping thought about how many bandits there were in the valley in his heart, not because he was afraid, but because he was thinking about how to annihilate them, he was used to seeing the bloody brutality of the bandits, and Han Ping had already put away the last trace of mercy.

"The first dozen or so people were eliminated by me, except for the one who let go. Thinking of chatterbox, Hanping couldn't help but laugh out loud, this is an interesting guy.

There were more than 40 people in the second group of attacking the ** tribe, and the latter group of more than 30 people led by black-clothed warriors, adding up to a total of more than 80 people.

"Well, there are more than twenty people, the remaining bandits in the valley. Hanping muttered to himself.

"Hey, did you come back early? An emaciated bandit yelled at Hanping.

"Yes, yes. Hanping hurriedly dismounted and looked at the people who came, they were a patrol, three people. This kind of goods, Han Ping estimated that he could wipe them all out with a single sword, but he also wanted to know if there were any people sent by the Yijian tribe in the seventh branch, so he quickly dismounted and answered.

"Oh, yes. It's actually Lord Wei's former war horse, are you kid Lord Wei's personal soldier?" the thin bandit asked.

Han Ping didn't bother to explain: "Yes, it just rose, hehe!"

But at this moment, a group of people walked by, they carried a wooden frame, on which a person was tied with flowers, and the bandits behind shouted and followed with firewood. It seems that the bandits have activities.

This greatly aroused Han Ping's interest, especially the person who was tied up by the bandits and put on a wooden stick, who could this person be?