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

The two old men ignored the swordsman and stared at Zhao Wuji's cold eyes with unpleasant expressions. "Why is this brother so mean?"

Zhao Wuji sneered, "Oh, since we can't escape, why don't we all die together so we can be companions in the underworld."

"Well said, Zhao Wuji, you definitely can't escape, hahaha." At this moment, a sound of breaking air was heard outside the street.

Three powerful and imposing men came here on the wind. The one who spoke was a young man with a sinister face and colorful fingers.

The three of them clasped their fists and sneered at Zhao Wuji who was standing at the door of the inn.

The young man with a sinister face smirked and said, "Once you've been poisoned by my Thousand Mile Soul Chasing Incense, it's useless even if you flee to the ends of the earth. Even disguise won't work."

The young man shook his finger and smiled with his eyes narrowed.

Zhao Wuji snorted and glanced at him, then turned around and continued to stare at the two old men with interest.

Lu Bei felt that the situation was a little wrong, so he began to slowly retreat and keep some distance.

The two old men stared at Zhao Wuji without saying a word, and Zhao Wuji faced them with a sinister smile.

The veiled lady was trembling with fear, the maid was also pale, and only the pale-faced young scholar looked around.

He suddenly raised the corner of his mouth slightly, took a step forward, and patted the two old men on the shoulders, "Two uncles, don't block the way. If you don't go in, I will go in."

The two old men subconsciously wanted to make way, but immediately shouted angrily, "That spot is ours. Where are you from, kid? Get out of here."

The pale-faced scholar smiled brightly, "Hey, I won't."

After saying that, he jumped lightly into the inn, turned around and said to the two old men with a smile, "I just came in, if you have the guts, hit me."

The two old men's faces flushed, their fists clenched, ready to attack.

"Forget it, grandpas, let's go," the veiled lady glanced at the pale-faced scholar inconspicuously, then turned her gaze away and sighed.

One of the old men smiled bitterly and said, "Miss, I'm afraid it won't be easy to leave."

Zhao Wuji slowly stroked the sword in his hand and smiled faintly, "Yes, don't leave. Let's die together. The more people we have buried with me, the better."

After saying that, he suddenly swung his sword.

The two old men were startled and turned around to protect the veiled woman, but they saw a fierce and sharp sword energy passing through them and instantly flew towards the three strong men standing on the street.

When he swung his sword, it seemed to break the tranquility.

Suddenly, all the swordsmen and swordsmen in the inn rushed out, swords in hand, and rushed towards the door of the inn.

There were also some cultivators with profound cultivation who broke out of the window directly, stood in the air, and silently watched the battle between Zhao Wuji and the three powerful men on the street, trying to take the opportunity to get a share of the pie.

Some people were staring at Zhao Wuji's battle, while others were rushing towards the veiled woman who was suspected to be a princess of the previous dynasty.

Lu Bei was shocked by the sudden outbreak of the situation and was stunned for a second.

"What are you waiting for? Come in!"

The next moment, the scholar in white hurriedly grabbed his clothes and dragged him into the depths of the inn.

Those gangsters rushed towards the veiled woman at the door, shouting and trying to take away the imperial treasure from her.

When dozens of people are charging forward, it is inevitable that there will be fights between them. Everyone wants to run to the front and scramble for the first place.

So, those people got into chaos and started fighting before they even left the inn.

Those with profound skills had already rushed out to fight with the two old men.

The swordsman who spoke earlier was also at the Vajra Realm, and his skills were even more profound than those of the two old men above.

At this moment, the shopkeeper who was immersed in counting the accounts was suddenly awakened by the noise. When he saw so many tables and chairs broken, he was immediately heartbroken.

He actually went up and pulled them without fear of death, "Hey, guests, what are you fighting in my inn for? Go out and fight."

"Get out!" Someone slapped him and sent him flying.

The shopkeeper was slapped and flew away, fainting on the counter, and the floor was covered with silver coins, copper coins, and banknotes.

As soon as Lu Bei was pulled into the depths of the inn by the white-faced scholar, he saw this scene and almost clapped his hands in applause.

He saw the silver and money all over the floor again, and remembered that Zhou Baopi had actually said that the inn was not profitable and would not pay him for the time being.

He raised his fist and cursed in his heart, "You deserve to die!"

The pale-faced scholar suddenly asked in a low voice, "Is there a back door?"

Lu Bei was stunned for a moment and asked unhappily, "What are you doing?"

The pale-faced scholar glared angrily, "Didn't you see someone died? These people are fighting lawlessly. If you don't leave now, you will die here."

Lu Bei looked over and his eyes widened immediately.

Sure enough, that group of people went crazy killing each other.

Inside the inn, broken limbs were scattered everywhere, and many people from the martial arts world died on the spot.

When the kitchen staff saw someone making trouble, they rushed out with kitchen knives in their hands.

But as soon as he arrived at the lobby of the inn, he was killed on the spot by the raging sword and knife energy.

On the street, the battle between Zhao Wuji and three powerful men was about to break out. The fierce sword energy of each of them burst out, tearing through the void, splashing into the inn, and instantly sweeping across the area.

The battle between the swordsman and the two old men was also extremely fierce, with all kinds of surging sword energy and palm winds crisscrossing.

The next moment, the roof of the entire inn was blown off, and sunlight shone in, shining on the face of the innkeeper who was knocked unconscious by a slap.

He was awakened by the glare of bright light, and when he woke up he saw the messy scene and the roofless inn, which immediately filled him with rage.

He stood up and cursed, "Who the hell did this?"

"Who just slapped me?"

"Whoever ripped off my roof needs to pay compensation. You must pay compensation."

"Whoosh!"

A burst of sword energy shot out.

The fat shopkeeper was pierced through the heart by a sword, and the huge impact force knocked him down on the counter again, and finally he collapsed heavily on all kinds of silver and money.

Lu Bei stared blankly at the shopkeeper who died tragically in front of him.

"Aren't you leaving yet? If you don't leave, I will. Tell me where the back door is!" the pale-faced scholar urged.

Lu Bei woke up instantly, clapped his hands and said, "Good death!"

"What are you doing!" The pale-faced scholar was startled by his sudden reaction.

Lu Bei suddenly grinned and said, "Good death, good death!"

He rubbed his hands and ran to the shopkeeper's body, kicked him hard on the butt twice, and finally hurriedly grabbed a handful of large-denomination silver bills from the ground and stuffed them into his clothes.

Lu Bei ran over with a chuckle, "Times of chaos are still good. I've been wanting to rob the shopkeeper's safe for a long time."

The pale-faced scholar looked at him strangely.

Lu Bei blinked and smiled at him, then suddenly looked fierce and warned, "Don't even think about snatching it from me. I'm not a good person, or I'll kill you!"

The pale-faced scholar snorted coldly, "Why are you pretending to be so cruel? Your legs are shaking."

"what?"

Lu Bei almost fell to the ground with his legs weak in an instant, "How did you find out?"

The pale-faced scholar said disdainfully, "Your face is even paler than mine right now. It's all because you're scared!"

"Okay, let's go!" Lu Bei laughed dryly, glanced at the murderous inn, and urged.

After saying that, he was about to pull the pale-faced scholar towards the backyard.

"what!"

Suddenly, two women's screams were heard on the street.

The pale-faced scholar paused in his movement to raise his foot.

"What's wrong?" Lu Bei asked curiously.

The pale-faced scholar sighed softly, "Nothing, let's go."

Lu Bei stared at the pale-faced scholar's back suspiciously for a second, then reluctantly and quickly chased after him.

The two ran to the backyard, opened the small door, and ran all the way out of the city.

A fierce battle broke out in Yuanlai Inn.

On the street outside the inn, the battle between Zhao Wuji and the three powerful men was also extremely fierce.