At this time, the Qing army came back to their senses and rushed to intercept the beggars of the Plum Blossom Hall to escape. Meihuatang and other beggars are all brave, but after all, the Qing army is outnumbered, dense and dense, only to listen to the sound of humming endlessly, and more than ten people died under the indiscriminate guns and knives. The white old beggar held his sword and stabbed sharply, wanting to rush to help Feng Zidu, how did he know that two brocade clothes dressed as guards rushed over, a long sword, a bare hand, even though the white old beggar changed his sword moves frequently, but for a while he couldn't hold each other.

Fengzi sat on the ground, extremely angry in his heart, but he was also secretly surprised, but he didn't expect that there were people in this Qing army formation who were so strong in internal strength, and they were not afraid of the true qi that had no face. Clapped a few palms in front of him with both palms, preventing the previous person from taking the opportunity to pounce on the palms, and his qi and blood were surging up and down at the moment, which was really a big disadvantage. At the critical moment, I saw a green shadow suddenly passing by, shouting coquettishly, a short knife made the general fierce and fast, and took the offensive as much as possible, and only slashed at a big man with a national face.

This green shadow is Cheng Guyao, whose eyes have never left Fengzidu for a moment. Now seeing that Feng Zi was injured in the palm of his hand, Cheng Guyao was shocked and angry, and even more heartbroken, and that mouthful of blood was even worse than vomiting. Immediately, how can I care if I am the opponent of the other party? I just rushed forward desperately, brandished a short knife, and slashed fiercely at the person who injured Zidu's brother.

The big man with the face of the national character looks like a tiger with a bear's waist, wearing a second-grade official uniform, wearing a flower feather, a thick black and bright beard, burning eyes, and shining spirits, which is breathtaking. Suddenly, seeing the knife film in front of him, the big man said "hey", and said coldly: "It turned out to be the disciple and grandson of the deaf and dumb Taoist." Suddenly, he shouted and asked, "Where is that Fengzidu?" The giant hand stretched out, but instead of avoiding the blade, he grabbed the short knife in Cheng Guyao's hand.

Cheng Guyao's ears sounded like a thunderbolt, and the blade in his hand was almost snatched away by the big man in a hurry, and he hurriedly calmed down, his jade teeth burst out, and he launched the "Cold Moon Knife Technique" for a round of attack, and seven or eight knives were attacked in an instant. However, Cheng Guyao's martial arts have always been too far from that big man, and these seven or eight swords will come out, but they can't even touch the corners of his clothes.

The tall and thin old man who cast the Xuanyin Finger was also dressed in official clothes, and he stopped shooting when he missed the blow, and he and the other person just guarded the left and right sides of the yellow-shirted man's mount. But listening to the footsteps, shouting one after another, many brocade-clothed people in guard costumes rushed up, and from time to time the yellow-shirted people were surrounded by many people, the tips of the guns were shining, and the arrows were shining, but the water was impassable.

Hearing what the big man with a national character face said, the old man raised his eyes and looked at Feng Zidu for a moment, the current situation, knowing that the man in the yellow shirt was already safe and sound, so he immediately came out of the crowd, came to the front of Feng Zidu, and asked in a deep voice: "You must be surnamed Feng Mingzidu, yes or no?" As soon as this sentence came out, except for the disciples of the beggar gang Plum Blossom Hall, the faces of everyone present changed in unison, and the big man with the national character face waved a palm to force Cheng Gu Yao to retreat, and also took two steps to grab Feng Zidu, staring at Feng Zidu with burning eyes, and hissed: "Okay, good, it turns out that the kid is you." ”

Seeing that there were many people on the other side, and there were even more masters, there was no chance to capture the yellow-shirted man and threaten him. Since it is difficult to get it to be spared, I simply think that it is. Feng Zidu laughed, shook his head and stood up, stretched out his hand to slowly wipe away the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, came to Cheng Guyao's side, and said loudly: "Yes, your uncle is Feng Zidu." With a sudden movement in his heart, he immediately recognized this tall and thin old man, who was the Wudang sect member who had fought in the back peak of the Medicine King Valley, and his surname was Zhuge Wuhui.