In the process of escaping, they encountered foggy areas many times and avoided them without hesitation. When they encountered moving humans, they avoided them if they could and hid if they couldn't avoid them. They had just experienced half a year in the psychedelic forest some time ago.
Over a long period of time, I learned a lot of survival skills, which undoubtedly help a lot now.
Perhaps the search troops in Prince Ling's Mansion subconsciously believed that Tang Ba and the other three great martial kings were guarding Tang Yan, inferring that they should be hiding in a very dangerous place, and naturally ignored certain weak auras.
Tang Yan and Du Yang had no dangers along the way and luckily moved to the outskirts of the forest.
At the western edge of the psychedelic forest, a group of soldiers wearing armor and carrying swords were scattered around. They were strong and strong, with resolute faces, exuding a strong killing aura. Each person sat down with a thundercloud leopard, with a fierce look and a fierce look in his eyes.
They are a hundred-man team of the Falcon Army, responsible for guarding and guarding this area.
"Captain, no one has found any strongholds. It's as calm as usual." After the daily routine inspection, the deputy centurion went to the centurion to report the situation.
The hundred-man leader is as strong as a tiger, exuding a formidable and fierce aura. At this moment, he is facing the rising sun and breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth: "Continue to search, don't miss any place."
"Everything has been arranged, brothers are not slacking off. Centurion, do you think the Tang family will really escape from the Zhou Empire from here?" The deputy centurion frowned and looked at the vast forest sea, with a somewhat annoyed expression.
"They dare not return to the Northern Wilderness Territory. Surrounded by mountains in the south, there are a large number of super monsters. Even the legendary ancient beasts exist. In the east, together with the Salo Empire, are stationed the notorious Blood Burial Troops, who drink blood like hair.
, cruel and vicious, unless the Tang family wants to stay in the psychedelic forest forever, they can only choose here. Why did the legion commander arrange fifteen hundred troops here? This is the reason."
"We have been here for almost a month and there has been no movement. If they want to leave, they should do it as soon as possible."
"Wait patiently. The commander of the army has sent secret orders many times in the past few days. They must be scrutinized strictly and no clues should be let go. Anyone who comes out of it, no matter who they are, will be detained until the Tang family is caught."
The deputy centurion said no more and turned to look at the iron cage in the distance, where many idle mercenaries were being guarded. They all came out of the dense forest during this period. Regardless of men, women, old or young, they were all arrested.
Noticing his gaze, the mercenaries in the iron cage all frowned angrily, teeth itching with hatred. If they weren't afraid of the reputation of the Falcon Army, they would have resisted long ago.
"Who!! Come out!!" Suddenly there was a roar in the distance, which immediately attracted the attention of the nearby troops. The centurion leader was slightly shaken, grabbed his broadsword and rushed over immediately.
Suddenly there was a burst of noise in the iron cage.
"Huh, there's another unlucky guy."
"If you have the ability to arrest those three butchers of the Tang family, why are you trying to be heroes here?"
"They can only show their power over us. If the three butchers from the Tang family rush out from here, they can destroy this hundred-man team with just a raise of their hands."
"Hey, the old man of the Tang family is very protective. He just threw the three Martial Kings to the young master. The *Lingwang Palace keeps sending strong men to participate in the pursuit, for fear that if he is not careful, he will lose a few more offerings."
"Stop yelling and just be patient for a few more days. Prince Ling's Mansion is not a vegetarian. I guess the Tang family will be caught soon."
Deep in the dense forest, thirty or forty sergeants surrounded two people with frightened faces. One had gray hair, a wrinkled face, and was extremely old, and the other was pale, thin and weak, and was a teenager.
"What are you doing?" The centurion leader rushed over, his tiger eyes glared, and two rays of light burst out, looking terrifyingly powerful.
"My lords, we...we...collected the medicine." The old man took off the medicine tremblingly and handed it to the soldiers in front of him.
The soldier snatched it away, tossed it around randomly, and shook his head at the centurion leader.
The centurion leader looked at the young man: "What are you carrying in the basket?"
"Medicine." The young man took two steps back in fear.
"Bring it here and take a look."
"No... no!" The young man quickly hugged the basket and looked nervously at the officer in front of him.
"Huh?" Everyone's faces slowly turned cold.
The old man hurriedly smiled and bowed: "My lords, those are some precious medicinal plants that we guessed. Please spare us and don't take them away. We have been walking in this mountain for more than two months, and the child's father is unfortunate.
I fell to death, and finally picked up those few medicinal plants, you... just do it, okay."
The young man hugged tightly and stomped behind the old man, looking frightened and nervous.
"Don't worry, we don't want your medicinal materials. There has been a lot of trouble in the mountains recently. Have you found anyone suspicious?" The leader wanted to seize it and check again, but seeing the pitiful appearance of the old and the young, he stopped insisting.
.
"We only focus on collecting herbs and don't care about anything else." The old man nodded with a smile and stretched out his hand pitifully, meaning to ask the sergeant for his own basket.
"Take it." The soldier was a little amused and threw it over casually.
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir." The old man thanked him repeatedly and packed the herbs carefully, as if protecting his treasure.
"Okay, it's okay. You go and stay over there first." The Centurion waved his hand, not wanting to embarrass these two poor people any more.
"Ah? We have to go home, and we have to go back to organize the funeral for the child's father."
The soldier scolded: "Just go if I let you go, where does all this nonsense come from."
"Yes." The old man looked at the iron cage in the distance and led the young man towards it.
"Wait!" the deputy centurion suddenly stopped.
The eyes of the old man and the young man raised slightly, then returned to normal: "Do you have any other instructions, sir?"
"Are you collecting herbs? There doesn't seem to be any villages nearby, right?" The deputy centurion got off the Thunder Cloud Leopard and came to the old man. He looked at his body carefully and touched the dry skin to confirm whether it was
Camouflaged.
The old man explained: "We live in the south, where there are relatively few ferocious beasts and poisonous insects. We basically go out from here first, then take a detour and then go south."
"Okay, don't make things difficult for them. Everyone disperse and return to their respective posts." The centurion leader waved his hand. They arrested the Tang family, the three martial arts kings, and two young men. They had nothing to do with the old and the young.
, there is no need to waste time.
The deputy centurion took a deep look at the two of them and felt something was wrong. His own Thunder Cloud Leopard was still grinning with vigilance. He hesitated a little and said again: "Let me take a look at your basket!"
"My father paid for this with his life, I won't give it to you!!" The young man hugged the basket stubbornly.
"I'm not negotiating with you, bring it here!" the deputy centurion grabbed the basket.
"You robbers just know how to steal our medicinal materials!" The young man roared in grief and anger, hugging him tightly and refusing to let go.
"Okay, don't make it difficult for them." The centurion leader was a little impatient.
"Centennial, this basket... is very heavy! It's not ordinary heavy!" The deputy centurion was slightly surprised and stared at Du Yang with a sharp gaze.
Huh? The centurion leader cast an attentive look, and the Thunder Cloud Leopard who sat down became a little anxious.
"There are his father's ashes inside, packed in porcelain jars. Sirs, please don't make it difficult for us," the old man begged.
"Let me say it again, I am not negotiating with you. Let me go, or I will use force." The deputy centurion's face was cold.
"Two adults..." the old man begged again.
"Give it to me!" The deputy centurion snatched it away, but the basket hit the ground with a dull crash. It seemed like a huge rock fell, not a basket full of herbs.
The soldiers who had not gone far stopped one after another and turned to look at them.
"It must weigh several hundred kilograms. You are quite strong, young man." The deputy centurion looked at the young man warily, sneered, and reached for the basket.
The old man and the young man looked nervous, neither of them spoke, and their hands hidden in the tattered cuffs slowly clenched.
"Except for the first two, the rest are martial spirits. If we fight to the death, we have some confidence." Du Yang reminded quietly.
"Don't act rashly. My body is too weak. There must be some important people around here. If there is a stalemate, it will not be good for us."
"If we don't take action, we will be discovered."
"You can't take action unless you have to." Tang Yan didn't expect the soldiers to be so alert, but his body was too old and couldn't withstand the fierce battle. Du Yang's meridians had not recovered yet, and he could only exert 20% of his strength. They were not
The opponents of this group of iron-blooded sergeants.
"What are you nervous about?" The deputy centurion observed the expressions of the two people. He slowly reached down and penetrated the pile of herbs. However, he suddenly screamed in the next second and jerked his hand back. The one wearing leather armor
The right hand was bloody and bloody.
The expressions of the nearby sergeants changed drastically, and they all pressed their hands on the handles of their swords. The atmosphere in the forest suddenly became tense.
The deputy centurion's face turned pale and he gasped in pain. "What's in it?"
The young man quickly took the basket back and hid behind the old man: "I reminded you, don't touch the things inside."
"Where did you come from? Get it for me!!" The centurion leader shouted, and three soldiers immediately rushed forward.