Compared with a few days ago, the new village of Wushan tribe has become very different.●⌒,.

The original earth-stone guard wall at the entrance of the valley has become a copper wall three times taller and twice thicker, purely made of metal. On the dark and cold wall shining in the sun, every three feet a huge rune witch array, and countless various witch crystals of thumb-sized size are embedded between the nodes of the rune.

On the guard wall was a warrior wearing heavy armor. The fully enclosed armor had smooth lines and exquisite craftsmanship. A burning flame emblem was carved on the breastplate. The black armor and red armor were contrasted clearly and particularly dazzlingly.

Ji Hao's spiritual sense swept through these heavy armored warriors, and his heart couldn't help but sink.

This is not the power that the Wushan tribe should have. Just a hundred feet long guard, there were twenty great witch-level warriors standing on the guard wall. The other warriors were all the peak strength of the little witches. In conjunction with the battle beasts squatting beside them, the combat power on this guard wall is comparable to that of several Wushan tribes.

The giant eagle was floating above the protective wall. Meng Mastiff took out a token representing his identity as an envoy of the Witch Palace and shouted loudly.

The warriors on the guard wall remained motionless, standing there like a statue.

Meng Ya's face turned blue with anger, and his tone became more and more rude: "Don't you! Do you want to welcome the thunder and anger of my witch palace?"

After a while, with the sound of footsteps dragging, he changed into a neat silk robe, and a pure gold belt inlaid with large pieces of beautiful jade wrapped around his waist. Elder Tieyan, whose hair and beard were neatly combed, slowly walked up to the guard wall.

Ji Hao's pupils suddenly shrank. The original Elder Tieyan had always had his chest and back exposed. He was either wrapped in an animal skin or wearing a short shirt made of burlap. His two thick arms were always exposed, in order to facilitate the survey of ore veins or knocking on iron ingots.

But the elder Iron Rock in front of him.

Ji Hao's eyes were shiny, and waves of spiritual consciousness kept sweeping across the robe of Elder Tieyan like flowing water.

Silk, yes, is indeed the original color silk, a light beige silk. The craftsmanship is extremely exquisite. Although it is not dyed or jacquard, the silk is thick and smooth, and it is a very clever craft that draws silk and woven into the top-quality silk.

Moreover, the sewing technique of this robe is also very exquisite. The needle thread is smooth and ironed, and it is neatly worn on Elder Tieyan, which makes him look tall and burly. This kind of silk robe is obviously not something that can be made by Wushan tribe.

Elder Tieyan's hair and beard were meticulously taken care of, and Ji Hao even smelled the faint smell of flower oil from his hair. Can you imagine that an old blacksmith who deals with ores, fires, iron ingots, and sledgehammers would take care of himself with essential oil soaked in fresh petals?

Ji Hao quietly stretched out a finger and pointed back gently.

Feng Xing quietly left the back of the giant eagle, and silently turned into a phantom and escaped into the distance. He was an archer, and only with enough distance could he exert his maximum lethality.

Yu Mu hugged his belly and hummed in a low voice: "Stomach hurts, I, I have eaten my stomach. Oh, I'll find a pit..."

Very simply, Yu Mu jumped off the giant eagle, landed heavily on the ground, and then rushed into the dense forest and found a pit. Ji Hao's spiritual sense enveloped the forest and found that the fat man had indeed circled an arc and walked towards the other end of the valley.

This valley was opened by Ji Hao and the others, so they naturally knew that there was only a small stream in the valley as the only source of water. If Yu Mu sprinkled something in the stream, the people from Wushan tribe would definitely be "grateful" to him.

Taisi looked at Feng Xing and Yu Mu who were leaving, and opened his mouth to say something. Shaosi bent his index finger with his right hand, and his knuckles pushed hard on his weakness. The severe pain came, and Taisi's face suddenly turned pale. A cold sweat spurted out from his forehead.

Shaosi said lightly: "Brother, are you sick again? Deacon, I will take Brother A to find some herbs to relieve pain... Manman, help me take care of Taisi!"

He held Taisi in one hand. Shaosi took the at a loss Manman's hand and jumped off the giant eagle and quickly broke into the mountains and forests.

Ji Hao couldn't help laughing. Before he knew it, this temporary team had such a tacit understanding?

This feeling is really good. Ji Hao smiled and raised his chest, then his face suddenly changed, and he pointed at Elder Tieyan and cursed angrily: "Old ghost, do you still dare to come out to see us? Deacon Meng Ya, it was this old guy who trapped us underground. If the rock wall had not suddenly collapsed and a dark river was exposed for us to escape, we would have been trapped to death below!"

Meng Yu was so angry that his brain hurt by the demeanor of "not being afraid of honor and disgrace" that Elder Tieyan showed. Facing the envoy of the Witch Palace, Elder Tieyan should cry and keep repenting, and then kneel on the ground begging Meng Yu to let go of Wushan tribe with his noble hand, and then give him a thick bribe!

Why did this old guy dare to show up so swaying and calmly in front of him?

Meng Yu was angry in his heart, and he didn't care about Shao Si. Yu Mu and the others were so unreliable. Anyway, with Ji Hao by their side, this is a witness. With the witness and the strength of the Witch Palace, Meng Yu was not afraid of a small person. The Wushan tribe, which only has a population of 200,000, can make a fuss!

Almost jumping, Meng Yai followed Ji Hao's words and shouted loudly: "Tieyan, do you know your guilt?"

Elder Tieyan looked at Ji Hao, frowned tightly, and a hint of doubt flashed across his face. But soon, Elder Tieyan smiled relaxedly, and smiled with his hands behind his back, "What's the crime I have? Deacon Meng Ya, I want to find justice for your witch palace."

Elder Tieyan shouted sternly: "When the people sent by your Wushan Temple attacked the base of our Wushan tribe, they were afraid of fighting and escaped, causing thousands of tribe members to be killed and injured by our Wushan tribe. Our Wushan tribe must make good calculations with your Wushan Temple!"

Taking a deep breath, Elder Tieyan said angrily: "I originally thought that these little kids had already escaped and didn't dare to come back. I also said that I would go to the Witch Palace to settle the score with them a few days, but I didn't expect that they would come to the door again! Humph, Deacon Meng Ya, you must give us justice to the Wushan tribe!"

Meng Ya was stunned, and then shouted in anger: "Random! Tieyan, you are so brave!"

A slow voice came from afar: "Is the Wushan tribe? Haha, the Wushan tribe is the tribe of my Lieshan tribe, and the Wushan tribe is the tribe of my Lieshan tribe. I look down on the Wushan tribe, but I look down on the Lieshan tribe... Is you looking for death?"

A tall, handsome young man walked slowly up the guardrail and looked proudly at Ji Hao and Meng Yu.

Elder Tieyan smiled and bowed to the young man: "Son Xu, what do you need to come forward for a small matter?"

The emperor's son Ji Hao looked at Meng Yu for no reason.
Chapter completed!