The heavy snow continued to drip, and the bones of the bandits who had just gone to receive the lunch box were swallowed by the heavy snow, as if they had not experienced a massacre or a Shura field just now.

Hanping shook his head, looking at the frightened bandit, thinking in his heart that it was better to let him go, but he had to answer a few questions to himself.

"Hey, let me ask you, are you the sixth branch of the Sunset Alliance?" Han Ping asked the doubt in his heart.

"Yes, yes, yes, we are Division Six. The bandit hurriedly raised his head and replied impatiently, for fear that he would go to get the lunch box if it was too slow.

"Nonsense. Han Ping roared angrily: "As far as I know, the Sixth Division has already been wiped out in the war with the Ice Tribe, where is the Sixth Division?"

"My lord, the little one didn't lie, it's true, it was formed by Lord Wei Shou who escaped, and the rest of the people from several branches were integrated, and now there are one hundred and eighty people!" The bandit hurriedly explained, for fear that Han Ping would not believe him.

Listening to his words, Han Ping frowned, and fell into deep thought: Grandma's, the Luoyang Alliance quietly formed an army of 100 people, and then the tribe went out to hunt in trouble.

Han Ping's face was gloomy and uncertain, and he made up his mind with a horizontal heart, and made up his mind: For the development and safety of the tribe, I, Han Ping, would rather slaughter a hundred people by myself, even if thousands of people point out and ten thousand people spurn, I still have no regrets!

Looking at Han Ping, whose face was gloomy and uncertain, the patriarch of the Wu clan hurriedly stepped forward: "Little brother, what he said is true, it is true that the sixth branch of the new organization has taken over in this area, and the bandit leader is called Wei Shou." ”

"Well, thank you Patriarch Wu," Han Ping smiled in thanks, and then turned to look at the bandit, his eyes were cold and creepy.

The bandit who was stared at by Han Ping was cold in his heart, and he couldn't imagine that such an elegant and delicate young man would be a demon who killed people like hemp, and cut people like cutting watermelons, at this moment, he was very scared in his heart.

So much so that when his companion asked him how he felt after he escaped death, he just said weakly: "I was so scared, woo~"

"I ask, you answer, if there is half a lie, then" Hanping did not finish, just quietly looked at the bandits.

"Don't worry, the little one must know everything, I just ask the adults to spare my life, I ......" the bandit began to gush out.

"That's enough," Hanping drank, and when he heard the latter's anger, the bandits quickly shut up, not daring to say anything more.

"I want to know the whole process of your acquisition of the bones of the martial beast, and where is the beast core?" Han Ping said calmly, not distempered, not hurried, but when it fell into the ears of the bandits, it was a chuckle in his heart.

Especially the question of the whereabouts of the beast core, he felt panicked in his heart.

"Well, you don't want to say it?" Han Ping asked with a frown, looking at the hesitant bandit.

"Talk about it, I say it, I'll say it all. The bandit hurriedly replied, whatever he does, he will die horizontally and vertically, it is better to live a little longer, maybe things will turn around.

"Back to your lord's words, we have found this martial beast Nighthawk for a long time, but the latter is too powerful, and Lord Wei Shou is not sure, so we have been tracking it for a long time, and finally let us find an opportunity. ”

The bandit paused for a moment and continued: "That's a warrior, very powerful, but I don't know who it is, he is also fighting the idea of a martial beast, just now he made a move, and he was attacked by a weasel while the nighthawk was hunting last night and was seriously injured. ”

"Wait, weasel?" Hanping interrupted him and asked.

"Yes, yes, it's in that forest, it's just his ......ass," the bandit said, pointing to a forest in front of him, using his hands and feet.

"Yes, you go on. Han Ping touched his nose and thought: It's a weasel again, damn, thinking that he stinks all over his fart, he won't be angry......

"I continued, and then just as they were in the dark and the blood was flying, we fishermen took advantage of it and took advantage of it, hehe" said the bandit with his saliva flying, completely oblivious to his own situation.

"Hurry up, don't fucking talk nonsense," Hanhei couldn't take it anymore and yelled at the bandits.

This roar brought the bandits back to reality, and he smiled at Han Ping: "I was excited for a while, hehe, and then I only saw Lord Wei Shou suddenly kill, give the enemy warrior a critical blow, and knock the other party down on the big stone opposite, and keep coughing up blood, that miserable!"

"Yes, it seems to be a chatterbox. Han Ping touched his head helplessly, his brain hurt.

"Hmph, hurry up and get to the point, otherwise the little brother won't be able to get around you if he lets your old man go!" At this time, the threatening voice of the Wu clan patriarch came.

The bandit immediately came to his senses, he felt that Hanping had a clear distinction between good and evil, and would not violate the agreement casually, but this old thing was not sure.

"Hehe, then the Nighthawk wanted to run away, but how could we let him go, all the brothers surrounded the Nighthawk in three circles and three circles, and then Lord Wei Shou singled it out and beat the other party to the point where he couldn't fight back!" the bandit continued to say in a voice.

"Amount"

The people who were hiding in the shadows couldn't listen anymore......

Seeing that the momentum was not right, the bandit continued: "It's a pity, just when we succeeded, that warrior actually secretly attacked, he used a big knife in his hand, and broke the head of the nighthawk with one knife and took the beast core. Speaking of this, the bandit sighed vigorously, as if it was his who had been robbed.

Everyone was speechless again, now no one is in the mood to kill him, the bandit temporarily saves his life, it seems that nagging is also beneficial, and he can save his life at a critical moment.

"Then Lord Wei Shou led more than twenty brothers to pursue each other, and we sent the bones of the martial beasts back to the cottage. "Finally, the long-winded bandits are finally finished.

The crowd figured out the ins and outs of the matter from his spittle-filled description.

A warrior, armed with a big knife, sneaked up on a wounded nighthawk, and then the bandits took advantage of the fisherman, but the warrior was dying and snatched the beast core, Wei Shou took people to chase the beast core, and the rest of the little minions took people back to the cottage, such a simple thing, but it took so long in the mouth of the bandits.

In the hearts of the people, 10,000 fierce horses roared.

However, Han Ping fell into deep thought: Warriors, with knives, or alone, there doesn't seem to be such a number one person in the Luoyang Mountains, could it be someone from another tribe?

Seeing Han Ping fall into deep thought, rambling in the bandit's heart, he rolled his eyes with a grunt, and patted his head: "Oh yes, that martial artist has a long scar on his chest, and then Lord Wei saw that he seemed to know him, and he didn't say any more words." ”

Everyone ignored him, they were thinking, their eyes kept peeking at the bones of the Nighthawk, but they didn't dare to act rashly because of Hanping's strong strength.

"What? There is a scar, with a big knife, and then Wei Shou called a seven-character, is it?" Thinking of this, Han Ping's pupils shrank: "Seventh brother." ”

It's really hard to get through the iron shoes, and I've been looking for you for so long, and finally, you still appeared.