At this moment, Linghu Po was secreting adrenaline to the maximum, his eyes became blood-red, and he turned into a vicious beast.

He was shrouded in rage, and he howled like a wolf, and in the roar he swung his knife desperately and pounced on the wolf.

As if frightened by Linghu Po's howling momentum, the head wolf couldn't help but take two steps back, and after being stunned for a moment, he suddenly exerted his hind legs and pounced on it with a long howl.

The remaining wild wolves rushed up and surrounded Linghu Po in the middle.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

He brandished his hunting knife like crazy, rushing left and right, and the leather jacket, cotton clothes and pants on his body were torn into pieces and scattered, revealing his strong muscles.

The hunting knife plunged into the flank of a wild wolf, and it did not reach the hilt.

But before he could draw his sword, the other wolves pounced.

Ling Hupo is now bare-handed, and he is a little desperate.

It seems that he has crossed the borrowed body, and he is about to confess to this desolate valley, I really wonder if the soul can cross again?

The point is, can you wear it back to your previous life?

Why don't we try it!

Just as he was about to give up in despair, the valley suddenly sounded the sound of a chaotic and heavy horse's hoof.

Not far away, there seemed to be dozens of horses, galloping towards this direction.

"Click... Da Da Da..."

In desperation, he heard the sound of horses' hooves, and Fox Po came back to life, and he threw a punch with all his might, smashing it into the head of a wild wolf.

"Bang...".

The wolf whimpered and rolled several meters away, falling to the ground and foaming at the mouth.

"There's wolves over there, they're neighing!"

There were shouts in the distance, and the horse's speed increased significantly.

Taking advantage of the slight distraction of the wolves, Hu Po took the opportunity to pull out the hunting knife inserted into the wolf's body, and mustered up all his strength to make the final fight.

But after only a few rounds, he finally collapsed from exhaustion.

The head wolf howled and threw himself into the air, facing Ling Hupo's throat, opening his fishy, salivating mouth.

"Whoosh..."

In the confusion, Linghu Po heard the familiar sound of feather arrows breaking through the air.

The head wolf, who jumped in mid-air, let out a terrible cry and fell down.

A feathered arrow entered the left ear of the head wolf and went out of the right ear, killing him with one arrow.

This archery is also very good.

The head wolf fell on Ling Hupo's body, the huge wolf head was facing his face, two green triangular eyes, and his expression had gradually disappeared.

"Whoosh..."

The sound of feathered arrows rang out in all directions, and the remaining wild wolves that fled were all shot to the ground.

Linghu Po's bones all over his body seemed to be scattered, and he was paralyzed to the ground, so tired that he couldn't even lift his eyelids.

This is the result of high levels of overtension in the body, excessive adrenaline secretion, and overdraft, which is also called collapse in medicine.

The sound of horses' hooves was heard, and several people rushed from the direction of the roar of arrows.

"Hey, are there any living people here?" A gruff voice from far and near.

Linghu Po was confused and heard the accent of Guanzhong, and he was surprised, and with great difficulty, he raised an arm, shook it in the air, and hung down weakly.

At this point, he really didn't have any strength.

Even the wolf on his body couldn't do it, so he could only tilt his head and try not to let the blood foam from the wolf's mouth flow into his face.

But the blood of the head wolf poured into his neck, warm and fishy, very uncomfortable.

Someone jumped off his horse and stepped forward.

Suddenly, Linghu Po's body was light, and the head wolf was picked up and thrown aside with a "pop..."

The man squatted down and pushed him on the shoulder, "Brother, is it okay?" Where was the injury? ”

Ling Hupo said weakly: "Thank you to the heroes for coming to the rescue, there are no obvious major injuries, but there is no strength all over the body!" ”

The young man looked around and wondered, "You're alone?" ”

The tone was full of surprise and disbelief.

Ling Hupo nodded and said with a wry smile: "Yes, it's just me, if there are one or two, these wild wolves can still survive until you come to save them?" ”

The man snorted, stood up, and shouted outward:

"Yingzi, this is only a stupid boy, he is still alive and not injured, but he collapsed and lost his strength!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of horses came running in the shadows.

Under the moonlight, Ling Hupo could see clearly that the leader was a young woman in a black cloak.

Many of them were covered in blood, apparently after a recent tear-up, and several unmanned horses were carrying sealed mahogany boxes.

They are bandits, bandits who intercept the road and rob the road.

However, when you think about it, you can't just say, "Excuse me, which kind of heroes are you?" The grace of saving lives should be repaid by the spring! ”

The man from before smiled and said:

"Well, you kid is a very good talker, quite acquainted person, Lao Tzu is the tiger master of Eagle Beak Mountain in front, and Yingzi is our second master."

Ling Hupo glared at them, but he was secretly shocked in his heart.

A set of information flashed in his mind, this horse bandit in Eagle Beak Mountain is the most powerful gang in this area of Northern Xinjiang.

There were thousands of people under their command, all on horseback in and out of the mountain gate, and the personnel were distributed all over the state, and the eagle's beak mountain was their lair.

These horse bandits on the mountain are all Han Chinese.

In Linghu Po's subconscious, there is the concept of 'bandits do not enter the stream', he is a modern soul who has received an orthodox education.

However, now that people have saved their lives, they have to be thanked.

Ling Hupo rested for a while, and his strength recovered a lot, he got up and walked in front of the woman, clenched his fists, and said in a deep voice:

"In order to fox slope, thank you to the second master and all the heroes of Eagle's Beak Mountain for saving their lives!"

Yingzi on the horse was wearing a big black cloak, and even her face was covered by a black scarf, and outsiders didn't want to see her true face.

Is it an ugly girl, unsightly?!

Yingzi nodded at Linghu Po and asked very kindly: "You are Han, where are you from Guanzhong?" ”

Linghu Po's Central Plains official dialect with a Qin accent is because of his previous life, and he is called what he likes.

"I am a Han Chinese, my ancestral home is from Fufeng County, Liangzhou, and I fled here with my father, and now I am a hunter in Shiyao Village in Mayi County." He was mentally prepared and answered very fluently.

"Hehe, we're still proper fellows in Guanzhong, where... What about your family? Why did you go into the old forest alone to hunt? Yingzi said with concern.

In her subconscious, whenever she goes into the deep mountains and old forests to hunt, she usually sees fathers and sons together, or several hunters in the village merge to hunt in groups.

Where would a person break in alone, it's really bold.

"Home... Insider? Mom and Dad... They're all dead! Speaking of this, he was a little embarrassed, and his words were very unpleasant.

But Yingzi thought it was her and inadvertently poked him in the sore spot.

"Oh..."

Yingzi sighed lightly, full of sympathy and favor, "Brother Linghu, you are very powerful!" One person can kill so many wild wolves! ”

She diverted the topic of embarrassment and turned to appreciation.