Traveling through the fairy world, I monopolize all the luck in the world!

Lu Bei didn't know that he was being targeted by a great cultivator. He just felt cold all over, as if he was not wearing any clothes.

He felt cold and quickened his pace in an attempt to warm himself up.

However, when passing through an aisle, I seemed to be tripped by an unknown object.

The plate in his hand almost flew out of his hand, but he grabbed it tightly in a hurry, and his body fell forward as a result.

If I fall down, I will definitely be hit in the face, and I will probably have a nosebleed and even panda eyes.

Lu Bei was panicking.

But at this moment, his body was easily dragged by someone.

The man grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up easily, then stood in front of him without saying a word.

The man was tall, more than a head taller than him. Standing in front of him, he was like an iron tower, completely blocking his view.

"Thank you, sir," Lu Bei hurriedly thanked him. When he looked up at the person who had so kindly offered him a hand, he was stunned.

The man's face was covered with terrifying scars, as if his eyes were the only intact parts of his face. However, those eyes also looked extremely cold, as if he was a killing machine, a cold-blooded animal.

Lu Bei’s expression froze, he blinked, and then suddenly thawed.

Then he immediately smiled and bowed, "Thank you for your kindness, sir."

"Boy, you are quite courageous. Seeing me like this, you remain calm and don't even get weak in fear?" The man in the bamboo hat asked with a sneer, emitting a murderous aura.

Lu Bei looked up and locked eyes with the man in the bamboo hat for a moment, then pointed to his own cheek and reminded him in a low voice with a strange look on his face, "Brother, the scar on your face has broken."

After saying that, Lu Bei laughed dryly, turned around and waved goodbye.

The man in the bamboo hat was surprised and subconsciously touched his cheeks. Sure enough, there were edges on some parts of his face.

He pressed it again awkwardly.

Looking again

A rare softness appeared in the man's cold eyes. "You are brave but careful, and have good eyesight. Not bad."

"I can't escape this time, young man, your life experience is somewhat similar to mine. I hope the Shura Blood Ring can change your fate, and it can also be regarded as helping me live again," the man murmured as he looked at the young man's back.

The young man turned around and was still laughing because he saw the exposed scars of others, but he didn't know that there was an antique white jade ring inside his clothes on his chest.

That was an opportunity to change the fate of his fellow men that was given by this genius demon cultivator, whose disguise he had seen through, before he died.

The genius cultivator of the demon clan was named Zhao Wuji. After watching the young man leave, he stood up, threw a piece of loose silver on the table, and then turned around and left with his sword in his arms.

He wanted to fight the three pursuers who were chasing him relentlessly, but now that he had been hit by a poisoned arrow from one of the strong men and heard that there was no antidote for the poison, he decided not to run away. He would fight openly and die heroically.

Lu Bei saw that the man in the bamboo hat suddenly got up and left without finishing his food and wine. He felt strange but did not say anything, after all, the man had thrown down some silver.

He took the silver to the counter to register and pay the bill.

The shopkeeper's fat face suddenly broke into a smile, his eyes squeezed into a line, but the eyes in that line were still sparkling, staring greedily at the small change in Lu Bei's hand.

After the shopkeeper took the money, he lazily dismissed them, saying, "Go and clean up that table quickly. We have to serve the next table of guests."

Lu Bei rubbed his hands and said with a tentative smile, "Boss, business is so good, is my money from last month?"

The shopkeeper seemed to have been offended. He immediately pointed at his nose with his eyes wide open and cursed, "Get lost, don't spoil the fun. Business is booming, and you, a little bastard, are coming to settle accounts with me. What bad luck!"

Lu Bei hesitated to speak, "Then I will do this month."

The shopkeeper glared, "Huh?"

"Okay," Lu Bei turned away dejectedly.

The shopkeeper then continued to calculate with a smile on his face, whispering, "How can I, Zhou Bapi, give out the silver so readily? I have to find some small faults with you and slowly deduct the money from you, hehehe."

Lu Bei had not walked far. His hearing had always been sharp, and he happened to hear the shopkeeper mumbling to himself.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, cursing inwardly, "Your uncle, Zhou Paopi, I curse you to die on silver sooner or later."

Zhao Wuji, a monk from the demonic realm, had just walked to the door of the inn when he was blocked by a group of people.

A woman in white with a veil and bright eyes, a pretty maid, and two old men behind them.

At the back was a handsome scholar in white.

The five men blocked the entrance of the inn. Zhao Wuji stood quietly with his sword in his arms and refused to move away.

The two old men immediately stepped forward and shouted, "Quick, make way for my young lady."

Zhao Wuji lowered his head and sneered, "Haha, with two great masters of the Vajra Realm as bodyguards, your status as a young lady is not ordinary."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire inn fell silent, and everyone looked towards the exit.

As soon as Lu Bei put down his food, he suddenly felt that the whole world was silent. They all seemed to be frozen, all looking towards the exit, and even the hands under the table were slowly reaching for weapons.

"What's going on?" Lu Bei murmured softly.

No one responded.

But Lu Bei clearly felt that his breathing had stagnated, as if the air was filled with a murderous atmosphere that made it difficult to breathe.

The shopkeeper was so engrossed in his calculations that he paused his abacus. He didn't notice the strange atmosphere at all and instead urged, "What are you staring at? Go and invite the guest in."

"Oh, okay," Lu Bei hurried over.

He cursed inwardly as he ran, "What a fool! Can't you see that the atmosphere is not right?"

He bravely walked forward, but did not reach the door.

Then one of the two old men sneered, "Our realm is none of your business. Please get out of the way."

Zhao Wuji chuckled and slowly lifted his bamboo hat. His eyes, like a venomous snake, glared at the five people opposite him and said calmly, "I'm in a hurry to go out and die, and you're in a hurry to come in and die. Haha, how interesting."

When the two old men saw his ferocious and terrifying appearance, their faces froze. The veiled woman in white and the maid beside her screamed in fear.

Only the scholar in white clothes and with a jade-like face at the back looked at Zhao Wuji's face full of scars with interest.

The veiled lady trembled and said, "Grandpa Lin, Grandpa Bai, let's not stay in this inn. There are too many people here, and I feel like I can't breathe smoothly. Let's go to another inn."

Lu Bei immediately ran over and said hurriedly, "No, everyone, we have empty seats here, please come in."

"Excuse me, are those two Vajra Realm masters Lin Zhengqi and Bai Chongwu?" A swordsman suddenly stood up in the inn and asked loudly.

As soon as the swordsman finished speaking, the whole inn began to sound like people rubbing their hands in preparation for battle, and the sound of weapons being slowly unsheathed.

As we all know, the two grandmasters, Bai Chongwu and Lin Zhengqi, escorted the princess of the previous dynasty.