Han Bing Tribe, Han Ping, who pretended to be Han Zhan, sneaked into the clan leader's house again.

Looking at Han Ping who was pretending to be fake, Han Ling'er covered her face and smiled. She probably knew something.

After staying at the patriarch's house for a while, Han Ping went home in a swagger.

Under the night, a message eagle flew out

"Puchip."

The patriarch and Han Ping saw it and did not say it out loud. They did not take action, and their goal had been achieved.

Xinying flew to a small valley with dense vegetation and rugged terrain. It is a good place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

At this time, a large group of people were drinking and eating meat, which was very lively.

After three rounds of drinking, the bandit leader who led today spoke, "You guys tell me, will they hand over the things honestly?"

"Hahaha, Brother Qi was too worried. He was just a small tribe without power. Although there were four warriors, they still dared to be arrogant when they heard it was Luoyang Alliance!"

"Yes, yes, everyone below answered." Then there was another flattery.

He forgot what the bandit leader called him, but only remembered that people called him Brother Seven.

He is selfish. He wants to swallow pills and resources. In that way, his strength will definitely improve by leaps and bounds.

Thinking of this, he laughed, and the minions laughed together.

At this moment, a letter eagle flew in and fell into the hands of the bandit leader.

"Hahaha, Brother Seven, it must be the news of the surrender of the Han Bing Tribe," said a minion.

Brother Qi laughed, opened the envelope, frowned, and people found the problem and dared not speak loudly.

"Peng," he saw the bandit leader smashing the envelope on the table and shouted: "It's so unreasonable, it's so unreasonable."

Seeing the trembling appearance of the minions, the bandit leader said, "You, go to the headquarters to deliver a letter and tell me about the situation here with the leaders."

"Yes," a minion answered quickly and sent the information quickly.

At this time, a gust of wind blew in, slowly blew the letter up, and all the bandits saw the content of the letter.

He said that he had returned from the night of cold war and asked them to redeploy.

Looking at the content, everyone knew what was going on. It turned out that they were fooled by monkeys.

During the day, there was only one warrior in the Ice Tribe, Guancheng, and they missed the best attack opportunity.

Thinking of this, everyone gritted their teeth and tsk.

"Uncle Gang, what do you think?" At this time, the bandit leader asked an old man next to him.

The old man is not very good-looking, with a pair of small eyes, and he looks like a type of stingy eyebrows and mouse eyes.

The old man immediately replied: "Brother Seven, I think we still have a chance."

"Oh, let's talk," the bandit leader immediately became interested when he heard that he had a chance.

The old man continued to talk: "Now, it will take as long as three days to report the message to the headquarters. We will directly surround the Hanbing Tribe in two days to see the truth."

"In the past two days, I have sent people to keep an eye on the every move of the Han Ice Tribe, and then Akan leads people to disrupt their hunting plans. What do you think?"

The bandit leader thought for a moment, "Okay, just follow what Uncle Gang said, and everyone will be there."

"Yes," everyone below answered terrified, and then quickly left.

The seventh brother they mentioned was a cruel and ruthless person. They were very scared, but they didn't know that in the eyes of various tribes, they were also cruel and ruthless.

In the cave, the bandit leader thought about this matter, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

He recalled that twenty years ago, he broke through to the first level of martial arts by chance.

He thought he was going to make a name for himself, but in the end he was defeated by reality. He defected to Luoyang League, became a bandit, and lived a life of licking blood from the edge of the knife.

I thought there was no hope of breaking through, but I didn’t know that there was news of the one-horned rhinoceros and elixirs coming from the Ice Tribe. He thought, the opportunity was coming.

But the result was not satisfactory. Thinking of this, he made up his mind and ignored it. He must get resources and break through the second level of heaven, that way.

In Luoyang Mountains, his seventh brother is the real person...

In the Hanbing tribe, Han Ping, who had been struggling for a day, was thinking about things. Before he knew it, he felt sleepy, his eyes were spinning, and then he fell asleep unknowingly.

Outside the room, Yang Xue put away the bamboo tube, looked at the sleeping Han Ping, sighed, and slowly left.

Poor parents in the world!

The next day, early in the morning, Han Ping was shocked and couldn't figure it out why he fell asleep unknowingly.

After a hurry to have breakfast, wash up, put on a chilling ice knife on my back, and then rushed to the meeting point.

People have been waiting for a long time.

"Haha, Han Ping laughed and set off,"

A hunting team of more than fifty people set out in a mighty manner.

When passing through the city wall, the Guards and Hei Meng were sarcastic again, and Han Ping only said:

"What are you calculating about with a bunch of dogs? He bites you. Do you still want to bite you back?"

For a moment, the hunting team felt proud, but the guards were speechless and could only resist with silence.

It's really amazing, the hunting team members thought.

When he arrived at the hunting site, Han Ping told Kuan to lead a few people to watch, and he personally led the hunting team to hunt.

You must prepare enough reserves, Han Ping thought to himself.

In fact, Hanping and the others were lucky, and they hunted three days of prey in one day.

When the hunting team returned to the tribe with a load of prey, it was so proud.

On the other hand, the guards were covered in dust.

On this day, the tribe was not attacked, and the hunting team was not haunted, and it was terrifyingly calm.

After delivering food to Mr. Bing, Han Ping and the city was called together by the clan leader.

In the clan leader's stone house, Han Ling'er made some tea and stepped out. The clan leader looked at Han Ping and smiled, and Guan Cheng looked like he was watching the show.

Han Ping was embarrassed in an instant and didn't know what to say. After all, in the tribe, a woman passed fourteen and a man became an adult at the age of sixteen, he had to get married quickly.

Han Ping and Han Ling'er are very compatible everywhere, and they are so talented and beautiful.

"Ahem," Hanping pretended to be scalded by tea, "It's too hot, too hot," he pulled the topic away.

The two adults saw his embarrassment and stopped teasing him and got back to the point.

The patriarch asked: "Today, the Seventh Division is so peaceful. What do you two think?"

When Han Ping saw that he got back to the point, he quickly arrived: "Clan Chief, Uncle Guan, I think there will be a demon if something goes wrong."

"They are quiet today, hinting that we are keeping our promises, but, where have you seen bandits keeping their promises?"

"Well," the patriarch and I thought so too, Guan Cheng replied.

"What do you want to do," the patriarch asked.

"How long will it take for them to go into seclusion?" Han Ping asked.

"We must keep these four days at least for four days," the patriarch pondered for a moment and replied.
Chapter completed!