Wei Tao cut off a branch as thick as a cup and used it as a pole. He tied the two red-crested gray wolves with hemp rope and hurriedly walked out of the mountain along the original path.

At this time, the sun has begun to set in the west, and the mountain breeze has gradually brought some coolness.

Wei Tao quickened his pace, otherwise it would be difficult to return to the city before the city gate was locked.

It was not that he was afraid of spending the night in the wild, but that he had to return the flesh and blood of the red-capped gray wolf to the martial arts hall as quickly as possible. If the delay was too long, the efficacy of the Huoxue Pills would be affected.

After this hunt, Wei Tao finally understood deeply what Peng Yue said about how effective training in the mountains is in sharpening boxing skills.

At the same time, he was deeply aware of his own shortcomings.

He overestimated his own strength and ignored the application of various means.

The practice of Red Line Boxing is the foundation, but for other methods that can kill the enemy, no amount of preparation is too much in advance.

Traps, drugs, poisons, hidden weapons, etc.

If possible, he would even like to get some crossbows and armor.

After turning a corner and walking a short distance into a rare open area in the mountains, Wei Tao suddenly stopped his thoughts and stopped.

He put down the burden on his shoulders and held the machete behind his back.

Several men wearing old animal skins jumped out and blocked his way.

Whoosh!

Immediately afterwards, an arrow flew from the rear and penetrated deeply into the tree trunk beside it.

Several people's eyes wandered back and forth over the body of the red-crested gray wolf, and then looked at Wei Tao, who was in tattered clothes, with an uncertain expression and unpredictable eyes.
Chapter completed!