"Say, who are you, where are you from, where are you going, and what are these boxes containing?" Huang Xuanling asked in a cold tone, his gaze swept towards everyone present. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Venerable, we are red turban thieves in the boundless dense forest! We often do some smuggling and smuggling goods! This time, we are entrusted by the owner of the Qianyong Kingdom to transport a batch of valuables such as thunderbolts to the Heavenly Sword Gate!" one of the bearded men in the middle of the martial arts division hurriedly spoke.

"Red Turban Thieves! It turns out that this group of people is the notorious Red Turban Thieves!" When the people of Langxia Village heard this, they immediately blew up their nests and pointed at this group of bandits, their eyes full of anger.

This red scarf thief is a gang of bandits with the same name as the "ghost shadow", most of them usually only operate in the primeval forest, and occasionally come out to do some robbing houses, the means are quite cruel, and they like to rob and **** the women of good families for fun!

However, this red scarf thief also has a main business, that is, smuggling.

Although the boundless jungle is a long way and full of dangers, there are also people who have carved out a relatively safe smuggling channel through which they can go to the country on the other side of the forest, smuggle goods between countries, and obtain high profits.

This red scarf thief is doing exactly such a business.

However, what Huang Xuanling didn't expect was that this group of red scarf thieves not only united with the Heavenly Sword Gate, but even colluded with the Qianyong State on the other side of the forest, which was tantamount to treason to the enemy.

"What is the purpose of these things going to the Heavenly Sword Gate?" Huang Xuanling continued to ask.

"The little ones don't know very well, but my eldest brother has a letter from the Lord of the Qianyong Kingdom to the Lord of the Heavenly Sword Sect!" the big man said quickly.

When Huang Xuanling heard this, he shook his body and came to the corpse of the dead bandit leader, squatted down and began to grope in the corpse's arms.

After fumbling for a while, he found some miscellaneous items and a letter with fire paint in his arms.

Huang Xuanling opened the letter and looked at it, his face immediately changed, and then he opened these boxes one by one, and most of the contents in these boxes were thunder!

This thunder Huang Xuanling had heard of it for the first time, but from the letter, Huang Xuanling learned that this was a very lethal gunpowder, and under the detonation, even a martial arts master would not dare to be affected.

"Escort these people and things to the town mayor's mansion!" Huang Xuanling ordered the group of young men in Langxia Village with a serious face after inspecting these things.

Seeing Huang Xuanling's grim face, the gang of people in Langxia Village had already guessed that this matter might not be so simple, so they all acted quickly, put away all the weapons of this group of bandits, and carried these boxes containing thunderbolts onto the pack beasts.

When carrying these boxes, Huang Xuanling also deliberately explained: "Be careful, the name of these things is called Thunder, once they explode, even the gods will be difficult to save!"

As soon as Huang Xuanling's words came out, everyone in Langxia Village was shocked, and they were all very careful when carrying these boxes, for fear that one would not be good, and the thunder inside would be detonated and shattered.

With Huang Xuanling, a master of the martial arts level, this group of bandits seemed very honest and didn't dare to play any tricks, and everyone successfully escorted this group of bandits to the town mayor's mansion along with these thunderbolts.

Such a big battle naturally alarmed the people in Dongfeng Town, Zhuang Youlong had already received a report from his subordinates before Huang Xuanling's group entered Dongfeng Town, and hurriedly went out of the house to see what was going on.

"Xuanling, this is 。。。。。。 Zhuang Youlong asked with some confusion, pointing to the red scarf thieves and the things on these pack beasts.

"Uncle Zhuang, this is a gang of red scarf thieves caught in my village, and there are things intercepted from them。。。。。。! Huang Xuanling came to Zhuang Youlong's side and whispered in Zhuang Youlong's ear.

When Zhuang Youlong heard this, his complexion immediately changed greatly, and he looked at Huang Xuanling in disbelief.

Seeing Zhuang Youlong's shocked appearance, Huang Xuanling took out the secret letter from his arms and handed it to Zhuang Youlong.

Zhuang Youlong opened the secret letter and looked at it, and his face immediately became very ugly.

And when Zhuang Youlong knew that these boxes were filled with those famous thunderbolts, he was almost scared and his legs weakened.

With so many thunderstorms, once they explode, it is estimated that the entire town will be blown to the ground!

"Come on, put these outlaws in prison first, and keep them under strict guard!"

"Send these things into the warehouse, and send people to guard them tightly, and no one will be allowed to approach them without my orders!

Zhuang Youlong ordered with a solemn face.

When the soldiers of Dongfeng Town heard this, they were all in their hearts, and they didn't dare to hesitate at all, so they divided a team of people, and after handhacking the group of red scarves, they escorted them into the prison set up in the town.

The rest of the soldiers carefully guarded the items and sent them into the town's treasury to be sealed, and heavily guarded outside the door to prevent anyone from approaching the warehouse.

However, before these things were put into storage, Huang Xuanling intercepted the box with strange things.

Huang Xuanling, as the number one master in the town, wanted to leave something, and these people present naturally had no opinion.

The reason why Huang Xuanling left this box of strange things was because there were a lot of rare ores in it, and these ores were the best materials for refining magic weapons.

Last time, Huang Xuanling obtained a few pieces of ore for refining magic weapons from a stronghold in the Heavenly Sword Gate, but the amount of these ores was simply not enough to refine a magic weapon, so Huang Xuanling planned to wait until he had enough ore before refining a spear-shaped magic weapon.

With so many pieces of ore intercepted this time, when put together, it was probably enough to refine a spear-like magic weapon!

After Zhuang Youlong saw that his subordinates had taken the bandits and things into custody, he solemnly handed over the secret letter to the housekeeper and ordered him to secretly send this letter to Xu Gongzi in the county seat!

After doing this, Zhuang Youlong wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and sighed to Huang Xuanling: "Xuanling, if you hadn't taken action this time, controlled this group of bandits in time and intercepted these thunderbolts, I'm afraid my Tianshui County would be in danger!"

After finishing speaking, Zhuang Youlong still looked a little afraid, after all, although the martial artist's force was strong, he would also look pale and powerless when facing some powerful firearms.

These thunderstorms are generally only used in major wars between countries, and they are a kind of weapon for conquering cities.

The half-meter-thick steel city gate can be blown open with just a few thunderbolts!

The body of the warrior is much weaker than steel, if it is blown up by this thunderstorm, the lack of arms and legs is quite light, and it is already good if there is no broken bones!

Now these extremely dangerous things have been temporarily controlled by Zhuang Youlong, which has made him feel a little more relieved.

"Uncle Zhuang is polite! Now that this matter has been properly handled, then Xuan Ling will leave!"

Huang Xuanling was anxious to refine his spear magic weapon, and he didn't have the heart to stay here.

Seeing that the matter was almost settled, he said goodbye, planning to go back and tinker with his magic weapons.