The Divine Condor: Qiao Feng Travels Through the Disciples of the Beggar Clan

Outside Yanmen Pass, I broke an arrow and made an oath. In order to prevent the Liao army from going south, Qiao Feng, a great hero of the generation, inserted a broken arrow into his chest, staining the yellow sand with blood. He originally thought that all the grievances he had in his life about the Khitan and the Song Dynasty, and the regrets about the empty promise of cattle and sheep outside the Great Wall, had all dissipated with the wind. Unexpectedly, it was a big dream, and more than a hundred years have passed in this world. When he opened his eyes again, it was already the late Southern Song Dynasty, and he was reborn as a low-level beggar gang disciple living in ragged clothes on the streets. Feeling the weak pulse on his chest and looking at the unfamiliar face reflected in the water, Qiao Feng was at a loss at first, then looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, even crying. No more wolf head tattoos on the chest, no more shackles of Khitan blood. In this life, he finally truly and innocently became a Han Chinese! At this time, the Liao Dynasty had been destroyed, the Song Dynasty was relatively peaceful, and the Mongolian cavalry was approaching Xiangyang; At this time, the Beggar Gang's dog-beating stick method was in decline, and the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms were incomplete. The once largest gang in the world was gradually declining. "Since God has promised Qiao Mou to live a new life, he will be born as a son of the Han family..."