Others are still struggling, but I am just slacking off.

Yang Hui looked at the people who kept passing by him in pursuit of Shi Xin, and changed into the attire of people from the Xingyang Temple.

Now we can only take the initiative to ease the crisis.

He waited until everyone had passed him before coming out of the space to catch up with the last person.

When there is still some distance between him and him, put him into the space isolation area.

Change into the appearance of the man just now and continue to catch people.

There was no sound of fighting, which meant Shi Xin was still safe.

Looking at the dwindling group of pursuers and the twenty people in the space, worry flashed in Yang Hui's eyes.

This method will be discovered sooner or later, so is the only way to deal with it head-on?

Yang Hui succeeded in catching someone again and thought through all the strategies he had learned.

Sow discord? Make a feint to the east and attack in the west? Watch the fire from the other side of the river? Kill with a borrowed knife? Remove the fuel from under the cauldron?

In the end how to do?

If nothing unexpected happens, the accident will happen soon.

"you you…"

Sure enough, when he collected the 27th person, the two people in front suddenly turned around and watched that person disappear before their eyes.

"What's wrong with me? Go catch up, don't you want the credit?"

When Yang Hui saw the two men stop and stare at him, he moved aside calmly.

"who are you?"

One of them asked coldly.

"and who are you?"

Yang Hui asked back nonchalantly, since it couldn't be resolved peacefully, then he might as well solve each one if possible.

"I am Qing 1,280. Where did you send the person just now?"

"What do you mean by 'where did I send the person just now'? Why would I do this?"

The two did not answer, but just looked at him suspiciously.

Seeing that the two did not answer, Yang Hui did not need to prove himself.

“How about you guys continue to guard here, and I’ll continue chasing?

After saying this, Yang Hui didn't care what the two people thought and flew to chase the person in front.

Seeing him leave without any scruples, the two men hurried to catch up with him.

Realizing that two people were following him, he did not act in a hurry, but just followed them at a fast pace.

The more people there are, the more inconvenient it is to move around, so we have to think of other ways.

Try to calm yourself down, or else let them cause chaos among themselves and take the opportunity to recruit some people?

Well, let’s do it!

The more chaotic it is, the better it is if there are more people.

Yang Hui slapped the person closest to him hard.

"It's you. I finally found you. Go to hell."

The man had been on the brink of life and death countless times, and he avoided the palm reflexively.

Yang Hui didn't expect his luck to be so good. Every time he hit someone, they would hit a tough guy. He sighed silently in his heart and continued to attack the man.

"You are the one who stole the ten Bodhi fruits I got from the secret realm. Don't think I can't recognize you because you covered your face."

"Those are ten Bodhi fruits. I can recognize them even if you turn into ashes."

"You leave a deeper impression on me than my dead father. Return my Bodhi fruit to me."

The man escaped but was caught by a pot. His exposed skin instantly turned red and he was so angry that sparks came out of his eyes.

"Nonsense, go to hell!"

The man then took out his weapon and fought back.

Yang Hui breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that more and more people were gathering around and most of the people from the Xingyang Temple were here.

Shi Xin, please don’t let me down!

[Bodhi fruit? Real or fake]

[It must be fake. Who would shout about it and let the whole world know if they have Bodhi fruit?]

[Maybe he was so angry that he thought, if I can't have it, then you can't have it all to yourself, and he died together with his enemy?]

[Yes, but is there any Bodhi fruit in this world?]

[Didn’t he say he got it in the secret realm? I think the chance is 50%.]

[You are the smartest person in the world. The probability of you having it is 50%, and the probability of you not having it is also 50%. Is there any other way to say it?]

[There is a 50% chance of getting 10 pills. Cut it in half, so there is a 100% chance of getting 5 pills?]

[You know arithmetic, I admit you are better than me.]

[I am a little curious about what the Bodhi fruit looks like?]

[Me too]

Seeing that the man was serious, Yang Hui held back neither his hands nor his words.

"You want to kill me to silence me? I won't let you off easily even if you risk your life."

"I don't want those ten Bodhi fruits anymore. Whoever gets them will own them."

"Kill! Kill for the Bodhi Fruit!"

He rushed over again and continued the fight with the opponent.

I glanced at the crowd and saw that no one came forward to help, and most people were hesitating whether to step forward.

Humph, don't think he doesn't know what these people are thinking, but it doesn't matter, they will be willing to take action.

He used a powerful move, pretending to be exhausted but fighting bravely, fighting and retreating.

The man pursued the victory.

Yang Hui looked weakly at the sword that was stabbing at him, as if he was nailed to the spot, unable to move.

[Well, the winner has been decided, but I still don’t know whether the Bodhi fruit is real or fake]

[You know you can’t win, but you still want revenge. Should you wait a few more years to accumulate strength first?]

[You are making progress, and so are others. It is useless to wait any longer. It is better to take action when it is time to do so, and be content with it.]

[As cultivators, we should face challenges head-on and not escape just because there are difficulties.]

[I don’t know if that person has ten Bodhi fruits. This person is totally outmatched. I can’t really fight back even at the risk of my life.]

[Yes, if they had no grudges against each other, why would this person want to die?]

[Hearing what you said, I think it makes sense. Anyway, I value my life very much, but if someone has a grudge against me, I will bite off a piece of their flesh even if I die.]

Yang Hui heard everyone talking, but since no one was stopping them, he wasn't in a hurry.

The sword disappeared on the spot the moment before it pierced his body. The man's attack was not blocked and went straight into the middle of the people.

"boom!"

After all, everyone was a cultivator and had some reaction ability, so no one was injured.

But some people in the crowd glared at him, while others stepped aside and continued to watch the show.

"puff"

Yang Hui flew backwards, spat out a mouthful of blood on his chest, and fell to the ground.

He raised his head slightly, as if that was his last act of stubbornness, and glared at the culprit fiercely.

"You will not die well. Whoever helps me kill him will get my last Bodhi fruit."

Take out a Bodhi fruit and place it in the palm of your hand.

[Oh my god, it really is the Bodhi fruit, so what he said is true?]

[It should be true, otherwise why would he take it out? He probably thought that he was going to die anyway, so he couldn’t let his enemies get away with it.]

[So that person really has ten Bodhi fruits?]

[Ah! That’s ten Bodhi fruits! I don’t want more, just one.]

[You are too greedy. I only want half a pill.]

[I only want 25%]

……

Yang Hui looked at the people who were ready to try and knew that the opportunity had come.

"Since you won't help me, I'll destroy it rather than give it to you."

He threw the Bodhi fruit at the man fiercely.

The man's conditioned reflex was to strike with a sword.

At the moment when the Bodhi fruit was destroyed, ten people jumped out of the crowd, intercepted the attack, and rushed towards the Bodhi fruit.

When Yang Hui saw that three out of the ten people were from the Xingyang Temple, he smiled with relief and fainted.