After this round of arrows, the rolling wood and stones were crushed, and most of the beggars in the canyon were killed and injured. There were no more than 150 or 60 people left to bring the wounded together.

Seeing that the soldiers were menacing, the white old beggar looked at the corpses of the beggar gang everywhere, both resentful and even more puzzled.

These Qing soldiers are strict, fierce and fierce, and there is no chaos at all, just like a virgin, out of the rabbit, so well-trained, is really an elite division.

However, how did this elite division know that the Plum Blossom Hall was coming to gather in this Yunfeng Canyon, and even ambushed it in advance, intending to destroy the Plum Blossom Hall in one fell swoop, and the Plum Blossom Hall was unable to learn any relevant news, wouldn't it be strange inside?

If it comes to fighting in the rivers and lakes, Meihuatang is naturally not afraid of any opponent, but if he wants to really march and fight, the white old beggar understands that the rabble in front of him is definitely not the opponent of the tiger and wolf army.

Moreover, everyone is now more or less injured, and the ending is really auspicious. Even though the gray old beggar was heroic and heroic, and there were countless dead people rolling in the pile, he couldn't help but cry at this moment when he saw that most of the brothers who had passed their lives in the past had come to encounter criticism.

Seeing that the Qing soldiers were approaching, and the black pressure was gradually becoming encircled, the white old beggar turned to look at Feng Zidu, and asked anxiously: "Hall Master, what should we do now?" Although he forced himself to calm down, his tone was still slightly trembling after all.

Fengzi really didn't expect that he had just agreed to be the master of the beggar Plum Blossom Hall, but in the blink of an eye, he was going to watch the Plum Blossom Hall disappear.

Feng Zi glanced at Cheng Guyao, and then at the beggars in front of him.

Everyone looked eagerly at this time, and they all came to look at Feng Zidu. His chest couldn't help but stir inexplicably, knowing that with his current martial arts, it would be difficult to protect Cheng Guyao and leave thoughtfully.

But as the master of the Plum Blossom Hall of the Beggar Gang, how could he abandon the remaining beggars of the Plum Blossom Hall at this moment?

Looking at the surrounding clusters of Qing soldiers approaching forward, I saw a forest of swords and guns, and the cold light shimmered under the residual light.

Fengzi thought: "Although the eldest husband has done something and has not done something, then how can I come to be that living person? Everyone was vigorous, and it was also lively to go to the palace of Hades. Thinking of this, Fengzi looked up to the sky and laughed, glanced around at the beggars, and said, "The head falling to the ground is just an extra bowl-sized scar on the neck." Even if he dies, the eldest husband should go to his place, how can he come to be the shrinking of the nest? Brothers of the Plum Blossom Hall, since I am your hall master at this moment, I will definitely share life and death with you. Everyone, let's rush out with me, fight to the death with Qinggou, so that the Qinggou can take a look at it, are the disciples of the Plum Blossom Hall willing to be slaughtered?"

When the beggars in the Plum Blossom Hall heard this, they couldn't help but boil their blood, and they all shouted: "The hall master said it very well, the head falling to the ground is just an extra bowl-sized scar on the neck." Fuck, everyone, under the leadership of the hall master, let's go and fight with the Qinggou directly, and see who is the worst breed?"