Start from the thief

“The key to the problem is to find the key problem.”

Back in time to when the two young men were about to start working, Zhao Yushu was seriously imparting his experience as a team leader in the workplace.

"For example, when I tricked Joyful Bodhisattva away, any fool would know that this was a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain. The question is, what is our purpose? You will definitely say that it must be to kill Gan Bu, right?"

Yang He shook his head: "I didn't say that."

"That's because you are a smart person, but there are smart people even among the Tibetans. He doesn't dare to gamble. Who dares to say, "Nothing to worry about, just send all the inner scenes out, and no one will come to assassinate you."

Yang He thought for a moment and said, "What you said makes sense, but you also said that in addition to interior scenes, they also have a lot of top exterior scenes."

"Yes, this is the real problem. I led away one of the inner scenes, and the other inner scene must guard Ganbu. So, how many outer scenes do they dare to send to deal with you?"

Yang He found that he couldn't help but scratch his head like Zhao Yushu, but Zhao Yushu's hair was very short, so it was much easier for him to scratch his head than himself.

"all?"

"If there are only two assassins, then that's all."

"Hmm? We have helpers?"

"No," Zhao Yushu gave a sly smile, "But how would they know?"

Yang He looked at the three great monks rushing over and suddenly felt a bitter taste in his mouth. One was from the ninth heaven and two were from the eighth heaven. The task Zhao Yushu gave him was not to delay them but to defeat them as much as possible.

Zhao Yushu patted him on the shoulder and said that he had great confidence in him, but Yang He wanted to say, "If you can do it, go ahead. I can't beat you anyway."

So Yang He turned around and ran away.

After Zhao Yushu briefly got rid of Joyful Bodhisattva, he did not leave. Instead, he rushed directly to the central military tent in the north. Behind him, Joyful Bodhisattva was still looking for people everywhere in anger, while Zhao Yushu had already gotten as close to the central military tent as possible.

He could even see Ganbu standing outside the tent with his hands behind his back, pretending to be cool.

But it was impossible to go any further, as the spiritual power of the monks had filled this place so tightly that there was not a single flaw left. No one except the messenger was allowed to approach, and the messenger had to be repeatedly examined many times before being allowed in. I couldn't even speak a word of Tibetan, so I had no chance.

Fortunately, I don't need this opportunity.

The spiritual power was stimulated, and dozens of spiritual lights shot over in an instant. The girl behind Ganbu immediately stood in front of Ganbu and looked into the darkness in the distance.

"Happy Bodhisattva, get out here!"

Yang He raised his long sword and took advantage of the situation to relieve the force, deflecting a thick iron rod that was coming towards him to the side. Even though he had relieved 70% of the force, his arm still felt numb. Each of the three people who came had a higher level of cultivation than him, and it seemed that he had no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation.

The three monks did not rush forward at once. After Yang He deliberately slowed down his pace, they easily blocked Yang He in the corner of the camp.

The two Eighth Heavens rushed forward from the left and right, while the Ninth Heaven stood aside, holding the line while blocking Yang He's escape route from the camp.

"A mere seventh level person dares to come and die. The Tang people are really all idiots."

The Ninth Heaven cultivator was very disdainful of Yang He. Seeing that he could only barely block and dodge, and couldn't even fight back, he wanted to laugh. The Tang people had gone crazy. At least they should have sent someone from the inner scene. The guy who had shouted before was also from the outer scene. What's the point of someone of this level coming here except to die?

But what’s going on? We’ve been fighting for quite some time and this guy seems to be unable to stand steadily. Why haven’t we defeated him yet?

"This is not the place for you to have fun, quickly capture this person!"

The monk from the Ninth Heaven shouted something in Tibetan to express his dissatisfaction. The two monks from the Eighth Heaven responded with a somewhat impatient voice.

It’s not that they don’t want to, it’s that they can’t.

Both of them are ordinary eighth-level heavens. They did not realize a bit of the world when they were promoted to the seventh-level heavens, nor do they have special inheritance like Miaoyinhai that can help them win against opponents of higher levels. To use the words in martial arts novels, they only have brute force.

But most of the cultivators were like this. According to common sense, this kid from the seventh level should have been defeated by the sheer spiritual power gap.

But who is Yang He? He is extremely talented and has been taught by famous teachers since he was young. He is also the favorite disciple of the former Red Lotus Master, the biggest boss Zhao Yushu has ever encountered. He is recognized as the top star of the younger generation. Killing his own Eighth Heaven traitor is as easy as killing a chicken. How could he be suppressed by two ordinary Eighth Heaven cultivators and unable to raise his head?

There could be only one reason why he couldn't lift his head: he didn't want to.

Although Yang He was very calm, he had no idea how many times he had scolded Zhao Yushu. You just asked me to wait, but you didn't say how long. That Jiuchongtian has already become suspicious.

Zhao Yushu wouldn't let him wait too long.

When the same words were shouted for the second time, many people could no longer stand, such as Gan Bu.

This kid came back in a swagger, where is the Happy Bodhisattva?

"He's on his way."

The girl seemed to see through Ganbu's thoughts and said calmly: "But he was fooled."

Joyful Bodhisattva rushed back as soon as possible, his anger almost overflowing from both of his faces. No, not almost, his male side had always been a ferocious and furious image, and his female side, which should have been charming, was now as cold as ice.

"Oh, here you are. I'm leaving now."

Zhao Yushu laughed, turned around and left. Huanxi Bodhisattva changed direction and was about to chase him, but a figure suddenly blocked his way.

"You come and look after this place."

The girl said this lightly, and her figure flashed as she quickly chased after Zhao Yushu.

At this time, even Gan Bu did not dare to stop the furious Happy Bodhisattva, but this girl not only dared to do so, she even had no intention of negotiating.

Unexpectedly, Joyful Bodhisattva was just stunned for a moment, turned his head and landed beside Ganbu without saying a word.

Zhao Yushu looked at the girl who was quickly approaching from behind, let out a long breath, and suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Old Yang, do it!"

His goal was finally achieved. The biggest feature of the inner scene of Joyful Bodhisattva is that you cannot hurt him. Even if he cannot hurt you, it will not do Zhao Yushu any good if everyone makes a fuss. Although he does not know who this inner scene is, or whether he is strong or weak, at least he is not helpless.

Therefore, the key to the whole plan is not the assassination, but to completely infuriate the Joyful Bodhisattva while leaving him helpless. Ganbu will not allow the two to wreak havoc in the camp, and will most likely send someone else to deal with the two petty thieves.

As expected, there was a change of personnel.

After hearing the four words coming from afar, Yang He finally breathed a sigh of relief. He swung the long sword in his hand suddenly, and flames burst out on his body, immediately forcing an eighth-level cultivator who was caught off guard to retreat several steps.

If a person who has been beaten by oneself and has no ability to fight back suddenly attacks, anyone would need a while to react, but the reality does not give him too much reaction time.

The knife light came down from the sky with the moonlight, cutting it in two.

Yang He shook off the blood on the knife and looked at the other Eighth Heaven who was stunned and the Ninth Heaven who had his eyes wide open in disbelief.

I have to hurry, Zhao Yushu is getting closer and closer.

"First."