Wei Tao frowned slightly and fell into memories.

Taoist descendant Xiyue obviously treasures those scales more, otherwise he wouldn't keep them personally.

But Miss Bai at the garden party didn't attach any importance to this yellow leaf.

Just like throwing away garbage, I just threw it out casually.

Next, he set his sights on the red line fist.

Quietly.

The number of gold coins is reduced by one.

The progress bar of Red Line Boxing practice began to grow slowly.

From 90%, it has advanced all the way to more than 95%.

Then the speed of improvement suddenly slowed down.

Time passed little by little.

Finally, the practice progress bar reached the end of 100%.

Stopped completely.

Wei Tao took a deep breath and bit into the towel that had been prepared.

boom!!!

His vision suddenly went dark, as if a battering ram had been hit on his head, and all kinds of things were crazily stuffed into it.

My body also began to experience bursts of tearing pain.

Soon after, he started to pick up the rice bucket full of stew and ate it.

To relieve the hunger fire that almost burns the whole person to ashes.
Chapter completed!