The unconscious man was Shi Mingtai, the leader of the White Horse Gang who had just jumped into the river to escape! His breathing was weak, his face was ashes, and several wounds were located in the vital parts, and even exposed white bones. It was conceivable that he had experienced such a fierce battle. Others sneaked onto the big ship without anyone noticing, and they had exhausted their energy. Judging from his serious injuries, if it weren't for the support of a belief, he would have died long ago!

Hu Qingpeng said: "Young Master, he is almost out of reach! Can you save him?"

Yi Wufeng said: "This person is related to the secrets within the Qinglong Society and has the value of utilization. It would be a pity if he died like this. Since he has the fate to meet us, it may be God's will. Please carry him up!"

Back to the cabin on the upper floor, Hu Qingpeng followed Yi Wufeng's guidance and applied medicine to Shi Mingtai to stop bleeding, instill true qi to heal his wounds, and finally fed him to take the spiritual pills secretly made by the Demon Cult. After a long struggle, Shi Mingtai's complexion gradually became rosy, and his pulse became normal. He finally got rid of the threat of death. It was not until the evening that he woke up and looked at the people around him, with a little confused and cautious look in his eyes.

Hu Qingpeng kept paying attention to Shi Mingtai. Seeing that he wanted to sit up, he hurriedly pressed his shoulder and whispered: "Master Shi Gang, calm down. We have no malice towards you. Your wound has just been bandaged, so you should not move around at this time."

A trace of sadness flashed in Shi Mingtai's eyes and said to himself, "The White Horse Gang was destroyed and became a vassal of others. What qualifications do I have to call the 'gang leader'? It's better not to mention the past! Little brother, did you save me? Where did this ship go?"

Hu Qingpeng nodded and said, "Fortunately, we discovered you in time, otherwise you would have lost too much blood and may have a life of life. Don't worry, our ship is about to arrive in Jingzhou, and those who are chasing you have not followed you."

Shi Mingtai looked a little calm. Seeing the young man beside him with a flat eyes and extraordinary temperament, he couldn't help but feel good about it and said, "Forgive me, what kind of sect do you have? How do you know my name?"

Hu Qingpeng smiled and said, "I am Hu Qingpeng, a disciple of Hengshan Sword Sect. The person who sat by the window to taste tea was my companion. Her surname was Yi. Uncle Shi is a famous figure in the martial arts world in Huguang. Naturally, he doesn't recognize me as an unknown person, but I have been famous for you for a long time." Yi Wufeng sipped tea over there, and looked out the window with a slightly melancholy gaze, admiring the afterglow of the sunset, and exuding a silence of tranquility all over her body, as if she had no interest in their conversation.

Shi Mingtai said ashamedly: "It turns out to be the Young Master Hu of Hengshan Sect! I started my business by relying on the underworld. What's the use of no matter how famous the reputation is? If Shi was not blind, Young Master Hu's kung fu is definitely above me! I just took the boat rashly to avoid the pursuit. I beg you both to forgive me! As for this life-saving grace, I will definitely be engraved in my heart and will be rewarded in the future."

Yi Wufeng suddenly interrupted: "The reason we saved you is not to hope to get any reward from you. Those masked people were sent by Qinglong, right? As long as you tell us the reason why Qinglong will chase you, even if everyone is even, they will not owe each other." The bright eyes as bright as stars looked over, and they flashed with a charming spirit.

Shi Mingtai's face changed slightly and he said in a disgusting voice: "How did you know that they are the killers of the Qinglong Society?"

Yi Wufeng said bluntly: "I am asking you now, and it's not your turn to interrogate me!"

Shi Mingtai was stunned for a moment and shook his head and said, "It's not that I don't trust the two young heroes, but this matter is very important. It affects the lives of millions of people. It needs further verification and verification. It's not yet public. I can't say it!"

Yi Wufeng pondered and said, "Is it because you discovered some conspiracy from the Qinglong Society and refused to join forces, so you had the idea of ​​defection? And you were worried about the huge power of the Qinglong Society, and were afraid that you would not be able to escape its clutches, so you secretly contacted the Beggars' Sect and asked them to help you. But in the end, the Qinglong Society was still discovered by the Qinglong Society! In order to prevent the secret from leaking, they sent killers to chase you, right?"

The more Shi Mingtai heard, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Your Excellency is rigorous in reasoning, as if you had seen it with your own eyes. Shi sincerely admires it! Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. The conspiracy planned by the Qinglong Association is not good for the country and the people. Shi has not lost his conscience, so he naturally has to strongly oppose it. As for the details, I really cannot reveal too much. Please do not force me!"

Yi Wufeng's eyes flashed with a flash and she suddenly said, "I understand! Humph, the Qinglong Club has a lot of ambitions!" She looked out the window, playing with the fine porcelain tea bowl in her hand, thinking about something.

Shi Mingtai let out a sigh of relief, cold sweat was already permeated on his back. This young man named Yi was so amazing! If he continued to ask, no matter how many secrets he would be dug out. Hu Qingpeng wondered in his heart, what did Yi Wufeng understand? He was still confused!

At night, the boat finally arrived in Jingzhou safely and was docked at the dock. Shi Mingtai was in a hurry to return to Yueyang to deliver the letter, begging Hu Qingpeng to send him to the Jingzhou branch of the Beggars' Sect. Hu Qingpeng simply did a good job and sent the Buddha to the west, and agreed immediately. This kind of errand, Yi Wufeng would naturally not interfere. He agreed with Hu Qingpeng to meet at the Zuixian Pavilion Restaurant in the south of the city for half an hour and got off the boat alone.

Hu Qingpeng carried Shi Mingtai on his back and entered the city. The more he walked, he became more and more surprised. There was no beggar in the huge Jingzhou City! Hu Qingpeng said in surprise: "Is it because the Jingzhou government expelled all the beggars from the city? Then where can we go to inquire about the news about the Beggars' Sect?" Shi Mingtai suddenly exclaimed, with a serious expression, pointed to a secret mark in the corner of the wall and said: "This is the code left by the Beggars' disciples! It is usually used when they encounter strong enemies or major changes. They are in big trouble!" He once escaped the pursuit of the Beggars' Sect's disciples with the Beggars' Sect's disciples and lived and died together, so he knew a little about the special marks used by the Beggars' Sect. Hu Qingpeng said with sigh: "Since we are in the right way to help them."

According to the direction indicated on the mark, the two of them turned around in the streets and alleys, and gradually walked to the remote and desolate place in the west of the city. Blood stains and traces of fighting began to appear on the ground, and broken bamboo sticks and swords were scattered in the grass. A fierce battle had just broken out. Not far away, suddenly a cold light shone and a figure leaped. Dozens of people were fighting around outside a dilapidated temple. A whistle heard, and one of the groups raised their hands and fired hidden weapons at the same time. Taking advantage of the enemy's dodge, they flew into the temple at the same time. Their opponent was about to follow up and chased afterwards, but suddenly heard the sound of crossbow arrows breaking through the air, and like locusts shot in front of them. They caught them off guard and were knocked down by several people. The others hurriedly hid behind the trees and cursed.

Hu Qingpeng tiptoed to the vicinity and saw more than a dozen corpses along the way, some of which were disciples of the Beggars' Sect, and some were strong-bodied men in green. Shi Mingtai saw the marks on the clothes and weapons of the Green-bodied men and shouted in a low voice: "They are from the Qinglong Society!" Hu Qingpeng was shocked. Judging from the situation, the dispute between the Qinglong Society and the Beggars' Sect also affected Jingzhou. The branch of the Beggars' Sect was attacked by the Qinglong Society. No wonder the figure of the Beggars' Sect disciples could not be seen in the city. If he took action at this time, he would challenge the tiger power of the Qinglong Society head-on! He was just a single sword, could he fight back the group of wolves and turn the tide? He secretly evaluated the opponent's strength and decided to hold the troops temporarily and put Shi Mingtai down first to avoid being affected when taking action.

Nearly forty people in the Qinglong Association were still scattered around the temple, but because they were concerned about the power of the crossbow arrows of the Beggars' Sect, they did not dare to attack rashly. The scene was deserted for a moment, and four people suddenly jumped out of the Qinglong Association and made a move to strike forward. As soon as they appeared, the wind suddenly sounded loudly, and waves of violent rain of arrows came in fury. The four people were very skilled in martial arts, waving their weapons in their hands to block them, and they could not escape water, and they could fly all the sharp arrows they shot, but they could not move forward. The two sides had a stalemate, and the arrow rain gradually became sparse, with only more than ten arrows in each wave, and their power was greatly reduced.

Hu Qingpeng frowned slightly. Could it be that the Beggar Gang disciples could not see that the other party was a trick to lure the enemy? Once the arrows they had stored were used up, how could they resist the opponent's attack?

I heard someone shouting: "Side by side, get up!" The Qinglong Society's troops hiding behind the tree rose up at the same time, dancing swords and rushing forward. Unexpectedly, they did not encounter any interception and rushed into the temple smoothly.

Hu Qingpeng and Shi Mingtai looked at each other. Why did the people of the Beggars' Sect give up their resistance? Do they think they will die, so they are willing to kill each other? At this moment, they suddenly heard a burst of exclamations in the temple, followed by several loud bangs. The entire temple suddenly collapsed, and a raging fire ignited around them, rushing into the sky. The grass shook, and one disciple of the Beggars' Sect suddenly emerged from the ground like a ghost. About fifty or sixty people quickly surrounded the fire, and nearly half of them held crossbows in their hands. When the situation reversed, Qinglong would be at an absolute disadvantage!

Hu Qingpeng secretly cheered, the leader of the Beggars' Sect showed that the enemy was weak, which caused the illusion of being weak and being trapped in a desperate situation, luring the enemy into the trap automatically, but he escaped by the tunnel he dug in advance. The Qinglong Society's troops were first buried by the collapsed house and were surrounded by fire. Even if there were those who were lucky enough to die, it was no longer afraid. This time, the Beggars' Sect won with wisdom and wiped out the enemy in the future without paying too much price. It is a classic battle.

The Beggars' Sect had long been scattering flammable sulfur and other objects inside and outside the temple. The fire was fierce and reflected the night sky red. Most of the disciples of the Qinglong Society who had not been killed and were killed were burned to death by the fire. Heart-wrenching screams kept coming from the fire, which was creepy. Occasionally, a few people with fire were running out and immediately shot to the ground by ruthless crossbow arrows. In just a blink of an eye, the Qinglong Society's people were wiped out and defeated.

Suddenly, with a bang, the collapsed rubble exploded, and countless stone tiles splashed out, making the flames soaring into the sky darken. At this moment, three figures leaped into the air, swung their palms and hit each other, and used the force to fly out in three directions, adopting the strategy of breaking out separately. They are the strongest martial arts in the Qinglong Association's operation. Where can such an arrangement trap them? The crossbow arrows were shot away, and they could not hurt them at all.

The roar suddenly sounded, and most of the Beggar Gang's disciples retreated backwards in an orderly manner, giving up a large open space, and several others snatched them out, and the sticks were as shadows as mountains, hitting the enemy who was trying to break through. They were elites of the Beggar Gang and shouldered the heavy responsibility of blocking the opponent's masters. In this kind of battle between masters, people with low martial arts skills were useless, and if they intervened rashly, they would only die in vain. Therefore, they had strict orders before the war. Once they encountered masters, they would move away from all six bags of disciples.

Among the three, one of them happened to be rushing towards Hu Qingpeng and Shi Mingtai. But seeing him burly, bald and thick neck, holding a sharp, short-handed giant axe with one hand, the axe blade was as big as a millstone, as if it was a murderous god of war, exuding an invincible aura. The man shouted in the air: "Those who block me will die!"

Hu Qingpeng knew that this person was amazing at the sight. He was worried that the Beggar Gang's disciples would not stop him, so he immediately took a gaze and warned.

As soon as the bald man escaped from the fire, two disciples of the Beggars' Sect rushed up diagonally. The bamboo sticks in their hands were like dragons going out to sea, attacking from left and right. The bald man believed that his skin was thick and thick, but he just slightly avoided the vital parts of the toilet and let the opponent's bamboo stick poke on his body. He suddenly opened his mouth and roared, trembling with the earth. The moment when everyone was lost, he saw the axe blade shining, and cut the two bamboo sticks into seven or eight pieces. The two disciples of the Beggars' Sect responded quickly, and immediately abandoned the stick and punched them, and kicked them hard. Unexpectedly, the bald man was determined to fight desperately and did not bother to defend himself. The giant axe swept across the body, and the blood light splattered, and his two broken arms fell to the ground. At the same time, he was kicked heavily and could not help but spit out a blood arrow. However, he was eager to escape, and had no time to pay attention to the severely damaged opponent. He rushed out when he saw the gap.

The nearby Beggar Gang disciples had no time to intercept them, and watched the enemy break through and could only scold and vent their grudges.

Hu Qingpeng thought to himself that if you don’t go to heaven, if you don’t go to hell, if you don’t have a way out! He stood up suddenly from the grass, looked coldly at the man rushing toward him, and the invisible sword energy spread out.

The bald man suddenly saw a person coming out in front of him, and was shocked. He thought it was the strange soldier who was ambushing the other party. After seeing Hu Qingpeng's appearance clearly, he suddenly felt contemptuous and shouted: "Where did the yellow-haired child come from? Get out of grandpa!" He waved the giant axe and slashed down on his head. Suddenly, a flash of eyes appeared in front of him. Suddenly, a little coldness hit the air, aiming at the Baihui acupoint above his head, as if it was lightning. He didn't have to look up, but he guessed that it was the opponent's long sword stabbed. He was shocked and hurriedly lowered his head and fell forward. Hu Qingpeng's body was so sharp that his sword light sucked, and accurately stabbed the nine acupoints on the back of the man. The man pounced and fell to the ground like a dead dog, gnawing on the mud all over his mouth, in extreme embarrassment.

Although the Beggars' Gang did not recognize Hu Qingpeng, they saw that he had subdued the bald man with one sword, and they must have been friends but not enemies. They all applauded and cheered. Several people rushed out and tied the man up tightly, and bet down without mentioning it. The other two battles ended almost at the same time. The two masters of the Qinglong Society died on the spot, but they were unable to escape.

Hu Qingpeng helped Shi Mingtai up, and was about to ask who was in charge, but saw the disciples of the Beggars' Gang making a pass through a passage like a tide. Two men came forward with a smile. One of them had gray hair, a vicissitudes of face, thin figure, carrying eight sacks of different sizes, with multiple wounds on his shoulders and arms, but his expression was extremely excited. The other was about the early twenties, with a plain appearance, dark and strong, and a thick long sword was inserted on his back, which was different. He was calm and restrained, and when he saw Hu Qingpeng, a brilliant ray flashed in his eyes.

The older man clasped his fists and smiled: "Fortunately, the young man drew his sword to help him at the critical moment, otherwise he would have let that guy escape! I am Zheng Changjiang, the leader of the Jingzhou branch. This is Li Shan, the closed disciple of our gang leader. I wonder what the two of them are called? Could it be that they happened to pass by, right?"

Hu Qingpeng returned the courtesy and said, "Hunting Hu Qingpeng in Xiahengshan Sect, I have met Master Zheng, Brother Li! I am escorting this person specially..." Just as I was about to say Shi Mingtai's name, Shi Mingtai suddenly coughed and interrupted him and said, "Master Zheng, I have something to tell you privately!" As he said that, his right palm was facing down, his thumb bent inward, and he made several strange gestures in succession.

Zheng Changjiang was shocked, his face changed, and he lowered his voice and said, "I wonder what you have to give?"

Shi Mingtai said: "I have something important to do and I must pay my respects to Gang Xiao immediately. I also ask Master Zheng to send someone to send me back to Yueyang." Zheng Changjiang nodded and immediately ordered his subordinates to prepare the ship.

Hu Qingpeng kept in mind Yi Wufeng's promise and was also a little worried about her safety. Seeing that the task had been completed, he said, "Uncle Shi, Master Zheng, Brother Li, since this matter is here, I should say goodbye! My friend is waiting for me. If it is delayed for a long time, she will be worried."

Zheng Changjiang said: "Since that's the case, I won't say much about trying to stay! Next time we meet, we must have a good time and never get drunk!" As soon as the battle was over, they still had many things to deal with aftermath. Hu Qingpeng, an outsider, was really inconvenient to stay here.

Hu Qingpeng smiled and said, "Okay, one word is certain!" He turned around and walked several feet, and suddenly heard a call from behind him: "Brother Hu, wait!" Looking back, Li Shan jumped closer and said strangely, "Brother Li, is there anything else to explain?"

Li Shan grinned, as gentle and natural as the spring breeze, and said, "This place is far away from the city, and it is dark. Master Zheng is afraid that you will not know the way when you first arrive in Jingzhou and delay your date with your friends. I will send you a trip. Where are you going to meet?"

Hu Qingpeng hurriedly refused: "Brother Li, I appreciate your kindness! Although I don't know the way, I can ask people all the way, why are you embarrassed to let you lead the way?"

Li Shan said: "Brother Hu, if you don't speak two families, don't be polite to me! If you refuse again, you will not give us face to the Beggars' Sect!"
Chapter completed!