Just as Fang Chen was wondering, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the door.
Fang Chen looked outside and saw a young man carrying a sword leaping five or six meters away and rushing towards him in the distance!
Ahead of him was a sleazy-looking man, fleeing for his life.
"This...this is the world of Romance of the Three Kingdoms! These two actually know how to use light-body skills!"
Fang Chen suddenly stood up, dumbfounded.
"Could this be a martial arts version of the Three Kingdoms?!"
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Chapter Sixty-Eight: Contending for Hegemony
"Zhuo Yiming! It's actually Zhuo Yiming!"
"It really is Zhuo Yiming! The only disciple of the Hengjian School of the Guigu School! The successor of this generation's Sword Saint!!"
"Hey, isn't that disheveled man up ahead the Wood Thief from the Heavenly Thief Sect?"
"......"
Just as Fang Chen was in a daze, a murmur of discussion came from outside.
"A disciple of the Ghost Valley School with the Horizontal Sword!"
Hearing the murmurs, Fang Chen was startled. Wasn't the Guigu School a sect from the Warring States period?
He knew that there were disciples of the Ghost Valley School with horizontal swords in the animated series Qin's Moon.
In the world of Romance of the Three Kingdoms, there was the concept of "lightness skill" (轻功), and now there are characters from Qin's Moon (秦时明月).
Could it be that the Three Kingdoms world I've transmigrated into is a fusion of Qin's Moon?
Sizzle!
boom!
Suddenly, a sword aura rang out, and a figure flew up and crashed into the inn!
In an instant, wood chips flew everywhere!
not good!
Fang Chen was startled. He realized that the figure was actually rushing towards him. Just as it was about to reach him, the figure suddenly struck Fang Chen with a palm, as fast as lightning!
Fang Chen's eyes flashed coldly, and he was about to raise his hand to block, after all, his hard qigong could also penetrate an 8-centimeter-thick wooden board.
Just then, an account book flew over and blocked the figure's palm strike.
The figure was obscured by the ledger and turned to escape through the inn's window.
Fang Chen looked in surprise in the direction from which the ledger had flown; it was actually the shopkeeper sitting behind the counter.
Outside the inn, Zhuo Yiming did not come in. He only glanced at Fang Chen before chasing after the wood thief.
"Thank you for your help, shopkeeper!"
Fang Chen went to the counter and sincerely thanked the old shopkeeper behind him.
"No need to thank me. Once you come to my inn, you are my guest. I must ensure your safety. Of course, once you leave the inn, I will not be responsible!" The old innkeeper glanced at Fang Chen and then lowered his head.
They probably treated him like any other customer.
Faced with this situation, Fang Chen lost his appetite and hastily ate a couple of bites to fill his stomach before suddenly being stunned.
Oh dear, I completely forgot to exchange the silver.
Helpless, Fang Chen immediately pulled out a small gold bar from his pocket and looked at the shopkeeper, saying, "Shopkeeper, I don't have any silver, this should do, right?"
Seeing the gold bars in Fang Chen's hand, the shopkeeper nodded and said, "That's fine."
As the shopkeeper spoke, he gave Fang Chen several ingots of silver.
Fang Chen stuffed the silver into his pocket and walked out of the inn.
Just as Fang Chen was leaving, three burly men at a table behind him exchanged glances, then paid their bill and followed him out.
"Hey, I told you, once you leave my inn, I won't take care of you anymore. If you're going to take a dead end, there's nothing I can do." Seeing this, the old innkeeper shook his head.
......
"Huh, some small fish are following us!"
Fang Chen strolled around the market for a full hour. He noticed three men vaguely following behind him and couldn't help but sneer. "Such clumsy tracking skills, and you dare to show off!"
"They must be after money!"
Fang Chen guessed that when he paid the bill, he took out a gold bar, and it was probably because of this detail that the three men mistook him for a fat sheep.
"Hehe, I'd like to see who the fat sheep is!"
Fang Chen sneered, and under his deliberate guidance, the three people followed him all the way.
Gradually, the four of them arrived at a small hillside.
Ahead lies a bamboo forest.