Wu Han's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it, looking at the young man who appeared out of thin air, the young man was dressed in tattered animal skin clothes, and he was standing in front of him with a knife.

"Little brother, you?" said Wu Han in a choked voice. That's right, it was Hanping who came, and as for the war horse, he had already died of overwork a few hundred meters away from the Wu tribe.

Han Ping didn't answer Wu Han's words, as soon as he exerted his strength, a huge force came from the knife body, and the black-clothed warrior was directly shocked back.

At this moment, Han Ping's figure was extremely tall, could it be that he was a martial artist? Everyone thought, but, such a young martial artist, is there a Falling Sun Mountain Range? One question after another puzzled everyone. Especially Wu Jiao, he and Wu Wei calculated Han Ping, when he was lonely and helpless, it was Han Ping who appeared again and again, saving her again and again, "Woo," she cried.

Han Ping forced the black-clothed warrior back in one move, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: "It's okay, it's okay, Wu Han is still alive." "Wu Han is regarded by him as the commander of the world for the Ice Tribe, how can something happen?

"Uh, uh" At this time, the old patriarch actually woke up, he said something vaguely in his mouth, and his eyes were staring at Han Ping, for fear that the other party would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Wu Han hurriedly slapped the old patriarch's chest to clear his breath. Looking at the old patriarch of the Wu tribe who was beaten to death, Han Ping squatted down, his ear close to the old patriarch's mouth, and only heard the latter say with difficulty: "Please, please, cough cough." ”

Han Ping touched the old patriarch's hand and nodded, at this moment, the old patriarch's trembling body actually eased somewhat, which frightened everyone, could it be that the old patriarch knew this young man? If so, then the Wu tribe was saved, and they once again burned with hope of life.

However, the young man's chest seemed to be injured, and he was bandaged with a piece of cloth, could it be that he was injured?

Han Ping patted Wu Han, who was still desperately trying to clear the breath of the old patriarch, and then got up, his eyes were unconsciously red, and he thought of the old patriarch, the man who gave everything for the cold ice tribe. The ghost head knife in his hand moved unconsciously.

The black-clothed warrior on the opposite side looked at the young man in front of him with tattered clothes and a strip of cloth bandaged on his chest in surprise, but why did the strip of cloth become more and more familiar?

"Hey, who are you, don't make this trip to the muddy waters, otherwise, hehe, don't blame me for being rude. The black-clothed warrior said threateningly.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party was a martial artist, he wouldn't have bothered to talk to him, and went up directly to solve it with a sword, because the more he looked at Wu Jiao, the stronger the desire in his heart.

It's a pity that Han Ping ignored him, just closed his eyes quietly, as if he was thinking about something? The black-clothed warrior was overjoyed in his heart, and it seemed that the other party was thinking about it.

"At first glance, you look like you're from somewhere else, you don't know that in the Falling Sun Mountains, the Falling Sun Alliance, the final say, it's unfortunate, we are the Falling Sun Alliance. The black-clothed warrior said proudly.

It's a pity that Han Ping still didn't pay attention to the other party, but the Wu tribe in the rear panicked, they were afraid that Han Ping was afraid of the power of the Luoyang Alliance, and retreated, then, they would be doomed, because, in their opinion, Han Ping was an outsider.

Looking at the panicked appearance of the Wu tribe, the black-clothed warrior smiled slyly in his heart: "Boy, I advise you to leave obediently, or join us in slaughtering the Wu tribe." ”

"Roar Roar Roar~"

"Kill, kill," shouted the little bandits in the rear. In their opinion, Hanping had no reason to oppose them. Unfortunately, they miscalculated.

"Have you said enough?" asked Han Ping coldly. "Eh?" The bandits were speechless for a while, this kid is talking to the black-clothed warrior like this?

"I know, the Falling Sun Mountains, the Falling Sun Alliance is very powerful. Hanhei continued. "Yes, yes, you're right, the Falling Sun Mountains, the Falling Sun Alliance has the final say. The bandits roared. The Wu clan people in the rear were panicked.

"Little brother, don't believe them, the Sunset Alliance is a gang of bandits, full of evil, everyone will be punished, and sooner or later they will be eliminated by justice. They were babbling, as if they had completely forgotten what they had done to Hanping just now.

"Hahaha!" Hanhei laughed out loud, "But are you sure you can accept me?" he asked.

"Hahaha, the little brother is a martial artist at a young age, and we welcome the Falling Sun Alliance. The black-clothed warrior immediately made a statement.

"Really?" Han Ping said suspiciously: "But I don't believe that your Falling Sun Alliance is unparalleled in the world, I heard a few days ago that a tribe called the Cold Ice Tribe beat the Falling Sun Alliance to the ground, and it couldn't find the southeast and northwest, and even half of the forces were wiped out, and the Cold Ice Tribe was just a small tribe, such a Falling Sun Alliance, is it worth serving?"

Sure enough, the bandits fell silent. "Hey, how is it possible, our Falling Sun Alliance is just careless, not to mention that the big boss and the three masters have not yet made a move, if they join, hehe, don't say it's a small cold ice tribe, even if it's the Falling Sun tribe, we don't care about it. The black-clothed warrior spoke directly, his tone full of undoubtedness.

Han Ping looked at him calmly, if he didn't lie, then the Falling Sun Alliance really had that confidence, think about it, the Falling Sun Alliance, which has been entrenched in the Falling Sun Mountain Range for many years, can only be said to be broken this time, at least it still has the strength to fight.

This is the power that accumulates over time, and it is deeply entrenched.

"Yes, it's a pity, it's a pity, are you sure to accept a person with the blood of your Falling Sun Alliance on his hands?" said Han Ping with a smile.

"You, what the hell have you done?" The more the black-clothed warrior looked at the strip of cloth on Hanping's chest, the more familiar it became, and he seemed to think of something in his heart, but he didn't dare to think like that.

"Hahaha, master, I'm tired, I won't play with you, remember, the person who killed you is called Han Ping" If you say it, Han Ping directly waved the ghost head knife in his hand and rushed into the camp of the Luoyang Alliance.

"Hanping, which Hanping?" the Wu tribesmen guessed in their hearts, and suddenly, someone shouted: "I know, Hanping, that Hanping of the Wu tribe" Suddenly, a stone stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone was no longer calm.

Also, such a young martial artist, his strength is still so strong, in the entire Luoyang Mountain Range, who else is there except for Hanping? Maybe Luoyang Shuang, Hanniu, and Hanhu are still young, but they are not of the same level as Hanping at all. As for the new young master of the Luoyang tribe, Luoyang Hong, it is unknown.

Looking at the rushing Hanping, the bandits completely lost the courage to resist, and when Hanping reported to his home, they knew that they were finished, because, the name of Hanping, resounded all over the sunset.

The black-clothed warrior stood in place, not knowing what he was thinking?" "Hanping, it turns out that you are Hanping, I'll go, this time I kicked the iron plate." ”

At this moment, he figured it out, why did he have Wei Thin's clothes and cloth strips on his body, and Wei Thin had already gone to get a boxed lunch, but he was not Wei Thin, I was from outside, Xiao Hanping, why be afraid?