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

Jin Hailou climbed to his feet with blood all over his face and said with a sinister laugh, "Haha, your friends have also abandoned you. Why don't you also give up on this Brother Jiang and run away first."

"Isn't there a saying that goes, 'As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood.'"

Lu Bei snorted coldly. No matter whether Lu Xiaohu would come back or not, he would not be angry. After all, he could not help much if he came back.

It is even more impossible for him to do such a despicable thing as abandoning Jiang Nan.

Lu Bei was furious and secretly cursed the grass ring for being unreliable.

at this time.

There was a loud bang in the air.

Lu Bei looked up hurriedly.

During the attack, Kim Jong-hyun took advantage of Jiang Nan's unpreparedness and suddenly slapped out a blood-red palm print, instantly breaking Jiang Nan's light golden protective aura.

Jiang Nan was hit head-on by the palm print, and he spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air and fell out like a kite.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was extremely pale, and she flew straight towards the rockery.

"Fuck!" Lu Bei cursed angrily.

Then he rushed forward, jumped high, put his arms around Jiang Nan's waist, and caught her from mid-air.

Jin Hailou murmured in surprise, "It's actually a woman!"

“Still so beautiful!”

His eyes lit up instantly and he shouted, "Dad, keep this for me, I need it urgently."

Kim Jong-hyun glanced at him with annoyance, then looked off into the distance.

Lu Bei jumped high from the air and caught Jiang Nan's slender body.

He landed in mid-air and, under the influence of inertia, began to spin while holding Jiang Nan.

Jiang Nan's face was pale in his arms, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He looked extremely weak.

Lu Bei hugged her, his eyes full of heartache and anger gathering in his heart.

Jiang Nan looked at Lu Bei in his arms. She saw the distress and pity in Lu Bei's eyes, but her cheeks just blushed slightly and she turned her head away stubbornly.

The two landed.

Lu Bei helped her up and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Jiang Nan frowned and shook his head, but blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth, and his face became noticeably paler.

"Dad, I want that woman," Jin Hailou stretched out his hand and shouted.

Kim Jong-hyun's face was gloomy, and he said coldly, "I know."

Then he walked over slowly.

Jiang Nan bravely drew out his dagger again, ready to fight back.

Lu Bei stopped her worriedly.

He felt a surge of rage in his heart, he clenched his fists, and wished he could skin the two men alive.

He roared inwardly, "Ring, ring, where is your f*cking person?"

The next moment, he was shocked. In his rage, he actually sensed the existence of the power deep in the ring.

The power was strong and long-lasting, like mountains, seas, and rushing rivers.

Just by sensing it with his mind, he felt a vast and infinite sense of power, as if it could destroy everything in front of him.

He looked delighted and wanted to transfer immediately.

But at this moment, a sudden loud and rough laugh interrupted his thoughts.

"Haha, I didn't expect that the culprit I've been looking for for half a month turned out to be Mr. Jin."

Everyone looked at it in surprise.

I saw a rough-looking man wearing a short shirt standing proudly on top of the tall pagoda.

The man had bronze skin, a medium build, and two long swords crossed behind his back.

He crossed his arms and looked down at Kim Jong-hyun with a faint smile.

Kim Jong-hyun's face was filled with shock, as if he was facing a formidable enemy for a moment. He couldn't even tell the depth of this person's cultivation.

He stepped back slowly and cautiously, looking at the man.

When Lu Bei saw the man, he was stunned for a moment and said in surprise, "Master Mo!"

"Hahaha, stingy boy, we meet again!" Mo Wenming, the swordsmith in the blacksmith shop, laughed.

Lu Bei's eyes widened, and he murmured in confusion, "Why am I so stingy?"

Lu Bei was surprised again, "By the way, Master Mo, how did you know we were here?"

Mo Wenming chuckled and said, "I didn't know that at first. I caught a kid stealing children on the way, but it turned out I caught the wrong guy."

“Brother Lu, Brother Lu, I’m here!”

At this time, outside the courtyard wall, Lu Xiaohu climbed up the high wall panting and sweating profusely.

He sat down on the high wall and panted heavily, "This journey must have exhausted me to death!"

Mo Wenming smiled faintly and said, "I was working in the blacksmith shop when I saw this man running by with a child on his back like lightning, so I stopped him."

"Luckily, the child in his arms woke up at that moment, otherwise I would have mistaken him for a child-stealing thief and slapped him to death."

Lu Bei was surprised and asked, "Master Mo, are you really a master?"

Mo Wenming smiled faintly and glanced at Jin Zhongxuan who was slowly retreating. He said leisurely, "I can't be considered a master, at most I can be considered a strong man."

Lu Bei was shocked, "How strong is it?"

Mo Wenming pointed at Kim Jong-hyun, whose expression was uncertain, and said with a faint smile, "He's just that kind of scum, just slap him to death!"

"That's awesome!" Lu Bei jumped up and down excitedly to echo.

Jin Hailou stood up and stretched out his hand, shouting angrily, "Hey, who are you, old man? How dare you look down on my father like that? Do you know that my father will be free soon?"

Kim Jong-hyun glared at Kim Hae-ro with an ugly expression.

Jin Hailou was still unaware of what was happening and shouted, "I'm talking to you. Why are you standing so high up? Come down and see if my father doesn't beat you to death."

Lu Bei looked at Jin Hailou as if he were a fool.

Mo Wenming glanced at him as if he were looking at a fly.

Then, Mo Wenming took out a silver-sheathed sword from behind his back, threw it suddenly, and it instantly stuck into the bluestone slab in front of Lu Bei.

The scabbard trembled and shook continuously.

Mo Wenming said impatiently, "Go, kill this guy! He's too noisy and annoying."

Lu Bei looked at the long sword excitedly, reached out to grasp it, and suddenly his right arm shook continuously due to the vibration on the scabbard, as if it had been struck by lightning.

He gritted his teeth, shouted suddenly, pulled the scabbard out of the bluestone slab, and drew the sword out of the sheath.

"Crack!"

A cold light flashed, and the sword energy was awe-inspiring.

A three-foot-long sword emitting silver-white light suddenly appeared in Lu Bei's hand.

Lu Bei waved his sword casually, his heart agitated.

The moment he grasped the sword, a long-lost feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.

He had never held a sword, but it seemed as if the sword had always been engraved deep in his blood.

It was as if he was born to hold a sword, he was born for the sword.

With a sword in hand, you are full of passion and can cut through the vast world.

He danced his sword casually, the cold light swaying, like a swimming dragon, as if wielding his arm.

The sword seemed to be integrated with his right arm, giving him a feeling of freedom and ease.

Lu Bei was extremely excited. He put away his sword and clasped his fists, saying, "Thank you, Master Mo. This is a great sword!"

Mo Wenming raised his head proudly and looked at people with his nose. "I told you, I am a professional sword forger."

He stretched out his big hand again and reminded, "Boy, you still owe me five thousand taels!"

Lu Bei froze, "What the hell?"