“Gaga,”

Several chickens were frightened and spread their wings and flapped them.

A Meng's eyes were very big, and he didn't understand why he had just gained the advantage.

In an instant, with a knife, he didn't see clearly what was going on. A Meng, a generation of heroes, fell.

It was so fierce that everyone looked at the thin boy, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings. Is this talent?

Even the two sides forgot to fight and looked at Han Ping quietly.

The people from the Hanbing Tribe only felt that Han Ping had changed, as if he was a knife, breaking through layers of obstacles and being born!

The sword moves forward.

The ice tribe in the distance, in the east, the stone house, felt the changes in the Luoyang Mountains.

The old man from that tribe, Old Bing, smiled again. It was a kind of gratifying smile, more of an expectation...

The two sides of the warring parties heard the sound of "clang, clang, clang" and only the surviving bandits were seen throwing their weapons and lying on the ground and kowtowed to Hanping for mercy.

Just kidding, even Ah Meng was cut by one knife. They were probably half a knife was enough. Thinking of this, they begged for mercy even louder.

"Let us spare us, I have no choice but to force us." "Let's circumnavigate us, I dare not, I dare not." The bandits begged for mercy one after another.

The tribal warriors looked at the poor bandits and were puzzled for a moment, and they all looked at Han Ping.

Now, Han Ping is their real head, convinced.

Uncle Shan came over and said, "Xiaohan, look?" he asked.

Han Ping looked at the bandit kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, and for a moment he became merciless.

Grandpa Bing's words seemed to ring in his ears again:

"Boy, you are kind and ruthless, and you can't do big things. You can get rid of the roots and move forward."

Then I thought of the scene where bandits were making trouble, burning, killing, looting, and doing all kinds of evil, and I began to make a decision in my heart.

He looked at everyone and made an action.

The bandits were desperate, that was: Kill, no one left. In the past, they faced a special gesture of weak people, but now, karma is retribution.

Although they are constantly begging for mercy, the killing steps will not stop. This is the cause and effect!

There are three thousand roads, who will the heaven spare?

Han looked at everything quietly, without worries, without joy, without any emotional turmoil. Perhaps this is his fate, killing and killing.

The boy stood quietly, without wind, the decorations around his waist swayed with the wind, everything was so calm and easy-going.

He thought quietly that when he was a child, he practiced martial arts since he was a child and trained hard, but he had never been exposed to martial arts or fighting and killing.

It took only how long it took until he joined the hunting team to kill the one-horned rhinoceros and lead the team to train. He was always in a life and death situation. He didn't know whether he could use the knife he had just used.

However, it is no longer important. He understood that the world's strong prey on the weak is true.

Thinking of this, he looked at the big knife that had been following the Cold War for more than 20 years.

What exactly is a knife? He asked himself in his heart, do he really understand a knife?

Is the knife used to kill enemies, protect yourself, and protect the future?

Does he always need to wear the knife? Can't it have its own shape?

What is a knife?

Han Ping was very confused and didn't know where to think of it.

Han Ping thought a lot again, but it was still a mess and had no clue.

He simply stopped thinking about some things, and some things were not something he could think clearly now.

Looking at the bandits who were slaughtered for mercy, Han Ping shook his head. He couldn't help but do it, all for the tribe and for his relatives.

Be a good person in the next life!

He said to the bandits in his heart.

He looked at the generation of heroes lying on the ground again. Ah Meng was also filled with mixed feelings.

I am more grateful to him.

Han Ping's heart became calmer and calmer, as if he felt a different aura.

He didn't know what it was, he just felt that his relationship with Dao was closer.

I seemed to understand all of a sudden that being a human being is like a knife, neatly crafted, innocent, and just right.

It seems to be the artistic conception of a knife.

The sword moves forward!

The swordman cuts away all darkness and conspiracy!

A sword is the only way for the strong.

Once again, the desire to become stronger arises in my heart.

Strong, I want to be respected,

Strong, I want to protect myself, protect the people I care about,

Being strong will last forever!

...

The bandits had cleaned up, and the hunting team members looked at Han Ping quietly. No one spoke, but they looked at him quietly, the legendary boy in this tribe,

He will move forward and create legends...

For Han Ping, this is an opportunity. If he mastered the sword intent, he might even give him three points, although he didn't know what he was mastering.

Suddenly, Han Ping returned to reality from his thoughts. He touched his head, adjusted his emotions, turned around and looked at the hunting team members, showing a sunny smile.

Looking at Han Ping's smile, people were mixed up. He was still a boy. But, this, hey,

The only way for the strong is that the flowers in the greenhouse are not charming.

Thinking of this, people will smile.

Han Ping looked at the battlefield and everything was almost done.

At this time, Uncle Shan came over: "Xiaoping, let's go back to the tribe, the tribe needs us."

Han Ping looked at the expressions of the warriors. They also hoped to return to the tribe to support him immediately, but he didn't think so.

First of all, he will definitely meet the bandit leader when he goes back. He has no confidence in protecting the safety of the hunting team members before leaving the city.

Secondly, looking at the bandits with more than twenty well-trained war horses and well-equipped weapons.

He had a bold idea in his mind!

So Hanping told everyone about his thoughts and everyone was silent.

At this time, Uncle Shan asked: "Xiaoping, have you thought about it? This is too dangerous. It is a bandit's nest."

That's right, Han Ping was about to bring people to the bandit's nest.

As the saying goes, how can you get a tiger's son if you don't enter the tiger's den?

Han Ping looked at everyone and said firmly: "When you go back now, there are many crises, so it's better to give it a bold try."

Everyone was still thinking.

"Then, where is the road? How do you find it?" Uncle Shan asked again.

Han Ping replied: "There are horses on the road, and the old horses know the way. They will take us home, and there are ready-made clothes."

After hearing Han Ping's words, everyone looked at the horses. Yes, why didn't they expect that these horses, well-trained, would definitely take them to the bandit's nest.

Clothes are indeed ready-made.

Han stood quietly, thinking about what they wanted to go, and never force them to go.

After a long time, "Hahaha, I'm so old, why are you afraid of? I'll go see you?" Uncle Shan said to Han Ping with a laugh.

"What are you afraid of? I'll go, I'll go too, I'll go too, I'll go, let's go, let's go together, hahaha," in an instant, everyone expressed their opinions.
Chapter completed!