Deng Jiu went to Jiang Yao's hiding place first. Before he got close, he smelled the smell of animal blood and his face changed immediately.

"Yao'er!" Deng Jiu jumped and appeared in front of Jiang Yao. When he saw Jiang Yao sitting there well, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dad!" Jiang Yao stood up, "Where are Mom and Sister?"

"We are fine." Wei Rong helped Qiao Cai, who was pale and weak, to come over.

"Sister..." Jiang Yao couldn't help but step forward and looked at Qiao Cai nervously, "Are you injured?"

Qiao Cai forced a smile, "I'm fine, go and see Meimei."

Jiang Yao looked back and saw that Meimei looked like she was seriously ill.

"Meimei, are you okay?" Jiang Yao asked with pretended concern.

He cared about his parents and sister, but he had less and less affection for Meimei. He felt that this woman must have some problems with her feelings for him.

"I'm fine, I just burned a lot of blood and essence, so I'm very weak." Meimei reached out to Jiang Yao, and Jiang Yao had to support her.

"Yao'er, how did this Howling Wolf die?" Deng Jiu asked, looking at the Howling Wolf on the ground. Before Jiang Yao could answer, he quickly stepped forward to check the body of the giant wolf.

"What a pity! The inner elixir was taken away." Deng Jiu's face was full of regret and surprise.

Jiang Yao told the cause of death of the Howling Wolf and the strange little man, and the four of them looked at each other.

Wei Rong, who knew more about Fanshan, frowned, "Howling Wolf is a very powerful existence among the fierce beasts. This one, ordinary warriors can't deal with it at all, and the inner elixir is very valuable. Moreover, Howling Wolf rarely comes to the edge of Fanshan, but is in the deep mountains. How could it come out?"

Deng Jiu asked: "What is the little man that Yao'er mentioned?"

The Deng family is a second-class military family, belonging to the existence of a vassal state, and has a large collection of books. As a direct descendant, Deng Jiu was well-read, but he didn't know about this villain.

Wei Rong also shook his head: "I don't know. I heard from the retainer who had traveled to Fanshan that there might be a mysterious vein deep in Fanshan, and some mysterious creatures appeared in the vein. Could this villain have crawled out of the vein?"

Deng Jiu said: "No matter what it is, we must be careful along the way. Follow the safe secret path and go to Qingwu Valley three thousand miles deep first, and hide for a few months. I guess Xiang Rang may have guessed something, and he will definitely tell Li Shanjun and will not retreat so easily."

The five people did not dare to stay and went deeper according to the safe secret path on the map.

Just a moment after the five people left, a group of cavalry appeared at the same place.

"My lord, they should have gone deeper!" The captain of the 100 cavalry reported.

What?

Xiang Rang looked at the gloomy forest, "These few foreign cultivators will never dare to go too deep. But if they enter the mountains, it will be difficult to catch them."

"My lord, do you want to report to Lord Lishan? These cultivators have been hiding in the manor as slaves for many years. They must have some plans or carry secrets." An aide said.

Xiang Rang looked gloomy, "Of course I have to report. Lishan tribe is not a place for them to run wild."

After Xiang Rang finished speaking, he took out the communication card and used his spiritual sense to input his thoughts: "My lord, there are four foreign cultivators who have been hiding in my manor and willing to be slaves for many years. Their plans must be big... Please dispatch troops to go into the mountains to kill them, maybe you can get something..."

Soon, a thought message turned into a flash of white light.

The next moment, in Lishan City, thousands of miles away, where the leader of the Lishan tribe lived, in the magnificent palace like a royal palace, a noble black-faced man frowned with a "huh" sound.

A ball of white light appeared in front of him, swirling and disappearing, which was the thought information sent by Xiang Rang.

This noble man was Lishan Jun, the ruler of the entire Lishan tribe. This Lishan Jun had the final say over the land of ten thousand miles.

He was a high and mighty ruler, and no one in the Lishan tribe could go against his will.

Seeing the cold and solemn expression of Lord Lishan Jun, the group of mortal female slaves serving around him were so scared that they dared not breathe.

"My lord, what happened?" A middle-aged scholar with a thin face asked lightly on the seat next to him.

This man was Lishan Jun's retainer and his trusted staff.

Lishan Jun sneered and told the story again, thinking about it.

The staff said: "My lord, in my opinion, we should agree to Xiang Rang's request and dispatch troops to search the mountains. As long as we don't go deep into Fanshan, there will be no problem."

"The status of a martial artist is precious, and he will never go along with the lowly slaves, let alone be willing to be a slave for more than ten years. If there is no major conspiracy, how can it be so?"

Li Shanjun said indifferently: "In your opinion, what is it?"

Even if this staff is a martial master with perfect cultivation, he is still cautious in front of the powerful monarch. "My lord, I guess that there are only three possibilities for four martial artists to be willing to pretend to be slaves for more than ten years."

"One is to avoid enemies, which is very unlikely. To avoid enemies, there is no need to be forced to be a slave. Isn't that worse than death? There are so many forces in the world. If you just rely on one, you may not be able to find your enemies."

"Second, they are lurking in our Lishan tribe to spy on military and political affairs. This possibility is also very small. If they are lurking undercover, they should be lurking in the army, or the Junfu, or the Ling Mine, Linggu Warehouse, Armory Warehouse, and Military Horse Farm. They will never hide among the serfs. What information can they get from that?"

"Third, they have to do this for something. This thing must be extraordinary and may be a treasure. However, they may not have succeeded yet."

Li Shanjun smiled slightly, "That's right. Li Shanke!"

"Here!" A general wearing tribal rattan armor appeared immediately, "My lord!"

"You select a thousand soldiers and go to Jiuxi Manor in Xiangrang's fiefdom. Dig three feet deep and search every slave carefully to see if there are any important things or suspicious things there. Once you find anything, report it to me immediately!"

"Yes!" Li Shanke took the order and retreated.

"Li Shanyao!" Li Shanjun called the general again.

"Here! Lord, please give me your instructions!" Another general wearing rattan armor entered the hall.

"You select three thousand cavalrymen... immediately go to Fanshan and Xiangrang to join forces, and go into the mountains to search for the four foreign cultivators!"

"Yes!"

The staff waited until the two generals withdrew, and said again: "Lord, these four cultivators may have a very good background..."

Li Shanjun sneered, "So what? They dared to disguise themselves as serfs, lurking in my Lishan tribe for more than ten years, and killed the cavalry of the Lishan army and escaped from arrest. It is not unfair to kill them. Even if they are the sons of the vassal states, I will kill them. This is the Lishan tribe, no one can act wildly."

Of course, he had the confidence to speak.

Although the Lishan tribe was only a Ding-level military lord, it had 10,000 cavalrymen and 5,000 infantrymen, and its strength was very good. Even if the B-level military lord wanted to destroy the Lishan tribe, the loss would not be small.

Only a fool would send troops to the Lishan tribe for a few sons. Not to mention that the Lishan tribe has more than 10,000 infantry and cavalry, how many forces would borrow the road for this expedition?

If it is a force outside the Southern Region, no one will borrow the road. If he sends a few high-level martial artists to deal with the Lishan tribe, his backers will not sit idly by. Even if the backers don't care, once he sets up the formation of more than 10,000 infantry and cavalry, those below the rank of Martial God will be killed.