Especially when it came to the 100 people of the Shushan faction who were sent to do not have good martial arts, it was obvious to see Yang Yanwu's panic.

Why, exactly?

Zhuo Yi was guessing repeatedly.

Could it be that the martial arts of the entire Shushan faction are vulnerable to attack, and there are no capable people available? Otherwise, to exterminate the Bodhi Temple, why didn't Yang Yang Wu send a master over, but sent some people who were not powerful to lose face?

And he left himself alive because he could help him do things?

As Zhuo Yi thought more and more, he even thought that the reason why the Shushan faction used conspiracy and trickery to destroy the various factions in the rivers and lakes was because they couldn't do it in martial arts, so they had to do it as a last resort.

Is this speculation correct?

Zhuo Yi didn't know, but seeing the appearance of the disciples of the Shushan Sect, they didn't look like people with low martial arts, otherwise they wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous.

Zhuo Yi knew that even if the Zhengqi Alliance was in full swing at that time, it was not as powerful as them, on the contrary, it was still a little trembling, and he always had to beware of being attacked and bloodbathed.

Zhuo Yi felt that it was necessary to verify his guess. If the Shushan faction is really strong and not as powerful as before, then relying on them is tantamount to asking for his own death, and when Zhuo Yifan recovers from the brotherhood that the two grew up with, he will definitely not let go of himself. At that time, the Shushan faction would not be able to help at all.

Therefore, he decided to try Yang Wu's martial arts.

When he went to Bodhi Temple, Yang Yang Wu did not let him bring the blood corpse with him, but exercised his skills, saying that he could improve his skills.

Although he had already said that he would continue to leave the blood corpse to Zhuo Yi, Zhuo Yi felt as if he wanted to keep it himself.

Zhuo Yi soon came to Yang Wu's room, and after expressing his intentions, Yang Yang Wu actually agreed to send someone to bring the blood corpse over and let Zhuo Yi bring it back.

At this point, Zhuo Yi's flustered heart calmed down.

Looking at the blood corpse, Zhuo Yi found that its spirit was very excited, its entire body was steaming outward, and its internal strength in martial arts had increased significantly.

"Is Yang Yang Wu really so powerful?"

Zhuo wondered, and then he tried to test the blood corpse's obedience again, and found that it still listened to his own words as always.

"Goo!"

The blood corpse screamed at him affectionately, the feeling of reunion after a long absence.

Zhuo Yi slowly pressed his head against its wrinkled forehead, rubbed his hand over its erect hair, and whispered to it.

"Goo!"

The bloody corpse responded enthusiastically, very excited.

As night fell, Zhuo Yi walked to the room where the bloody corpse was in the morning sun.

When he walked to the door of Yang Wu, Zhuo Yi asked the blood corpse to go in to try Yang Wu's martial arts, but it stood at the door and didn't go in, and looked inside with a look of fear.

Zhuo Yi kept waving at it, but the blood corpse was so frightened that it kept retreating, obviously not daring to go in and fight Yang Wu.

After a while, Zhuo Yi gave up and returned to his room with the bloody corpse.

Could it be that Yang Yanwu's martial arts are really powerful, otherwise, why is the blood corpse so afraid of him?

However, these are just his own guesses, and Zhuo Yi has no definite answers, so he decided to try it himself.

When midnight came, Shushan was shrouded in thick fog, and the air was very humid, as if it had just rained heavily.

After Zhuo Yi dressed up in disguise, he also held a long sword in his hand, and he really looked like Zhuo Yifan. After looking at the mirror, Zhuo Yi smiled proudly, then masked his face, and walked to the room of the morning sun.

The lights had been turned off in Yang Wu's room, and it was pitch black inside, and Zhuo Yi listened in front of the door for a while, and found that there was no sound inside.

Even so, he was still not at ease, he still listened intently for a long time, and saw that there was really no movement inside, so he slowly pushed the door open, and then flashed in sideways.

Standing in the room, Zhuo Yi did not rush to do it, but let his eyes adapt to the dark environment.

He slowly approached the bed, and with the sword he had already drawn, he tried the position ahead.

Suddenly, his face was shocked because he found that there was no one on the bed.

It's broken, could it be that Yang Yang Wu found out!

Zhuo Yi was a little panicked at the moment, and hurriedly searched around.

The moment he turned around, he noticed that two small lanterns flickered in front of him, but they were not the size of lanterns.

Zhuo Yi looked at it for a moment, only to realize that it was actually two eyes.

What is this? How can it be such eyes?

Zhuo Yi was a little afraid of this unknown thing, and he unconsciously blocked the sword in front of him.

And those two flickering eyes slowly approached him.

As they move, there is also something that resembles a human body.

Zhuo Yi slowly retreated, but the speed at which those two eyes moved was significantly faster than the speed at which he retreated.

Just when Zhuo Yi felt that he couldn't retreat, a big hand suddenly stretched out from under those two eyes, and snatched the sword in his hand from the ground.

Then I heard the sound of the sword snapping.

Obviously, that monster was breaking his own sword, although this sword was not as good as the Blood Drinking Sword, but it was also given to him by the head of the Zhengqi Alliance, and the hardness was very high.

And this lantern eye unexpectedly broke it effortlessly, which is enough to see that its martial arts are very high.

However, Zhuo Yi relied on the internal force in his body and was not too afraid of it.

When it was too late, Zhuo Yi pounced on it and slapped it hard at the lantern eye.

Just when he felt that his fist was about to touch the body of the lantern eye, he was caught by the palm force, and at the moment when the two palms were docked, Zhuo Yi felt that the other party's internal force was very deep, although his internal force was very high, but in front of him, there was no advantage at all.

Soon, Zhuo Yi was knocked down by the lantern eye and crooked on the edge of Yang Wu's bed.

At that fateful moment, Zhuo Yi didn't have time to think about it, and attacked again suddenly, he must not give Lantern Eye a chance to strike first.

With a sudden leap, he flew above the lantern's eye and slashed at its head.

In terms of Zhuo Yi's profound internal force, if you hit the head of the lantern eye, it will definitely be a skull cracking and brains flying on the spot.

However, Zhuo Yi's wishful thinking failed again, and before his palms touched the lantern eye, he was caught from below by his two palms, and Zhuo Yi stood upside down above the lantern eye, facing his palms with the lantern eye.

Both sides are afterburning, and the energy brought by the internal force makes the surrounding air full of tigers, Zhuo Yi only feels that he is blown by the strong wind above and can't open his eyes, and his body begins to shake unconsciously.

Boom!

After a loud sound, Zhuo Yi was thrown into the corner of the wall, because he fell too hard, he only felt that his eyes were bubbling with sparks, his head was buzzing, and his body did not obey the call.

He struggled to get up, but he crawled for a long time, but he couldn't stand up, and could only watch the lantern eye slowly approach him.