After Zheng Gan converted other ordinary people into fanatics, he walked up to Zhao Tai.

"Are you from the Zhao family?"

"What Zhao family? I don't know what you are talking about."

"Zhao Tai, I don't have the patience to guess riddles with you."

"Do you know me?"

"It doesn't matter whether I know you or not."

"I just want to know who notified you to kill us and how."

"You only get one chance."

"If the answer doesn't satisfy me, I'll let you try the power of Palm Thunder."

"I know you can absorb energy, but that only works if you can defend against it."

Zheng Gan's words were not groundless. Zhao Tai was a primary guard, and Mo Zicen was an intermediate thunder and lightning master.

When this intermediate fights against a beginner, there is no possibility that he cannot break through the defense.

What's more, lightning is synonymous with speed and power.

Zhao Tai turned his head to look at the ancient tree that was blasted into pieces by the palm thunder, and the charred Xiao Ming.

Speaking of which, Xiao Ming looks pretty good, especially after awakening, his appearance has changed a bit, just like an elf in the game.

Her pointed ears, well-proportioned and strong figure, and long dark green hair all make her stand out from the crowd.

Zhao Tai has always had some expectations and fantasies about Xiao Ming.

The scene of Xiao Ming controlling the branches and whipping him hard often appeared in his mind, and the excitement made him unable to control himself.

So, as the nephew of the head of the Zhao family, he took the initiative to volunteer to join Xiao Ming's team and came to this unlucky place to carry out the mission.

As a result, the girl was gone and he himself was in danger.

At this moment, he reached out and slapped himself several times.

Tang Jingye laughed.

"Hey, did you get kicked in the head by a donkey?"

"How much energy can be converted from just a few slaps of yours?"

"Cramming at the last minute isn't how you play it, is it?"

Zhao Tai wanted to die even more. He felt that he was being molested, but he had no evidence.

"Hey, kid, a man who knows the times is a hero. Is that what you call a hero?"

Zhao Tai nodded. It was understandable. As an awakened person, he must be a hero.

Then, Tang Jingye slapped him.

"If it's Junjie, just confess quickly."

Humiliation, naked humiliation.

Faced with such humiliation, Zhao Tai, a hero, immediately spoke out loudly.

"Zhao Xuan, it's Zhao Xuan, my third uncle. He's a soul-type ability user."

Zheng Gan asked.

"Be more specific."

"My third uncle only told me that he could connect with our souls and then pass information to me through the soul connection."

"I don't know anything else. My third uncle is very sinister. He wouldn't tell me all of his abilities."

Looking at Zheng Gan, he said nothing and just stared at him.

Zhao Tai swallowed his saliva.

"That's all I know, really."

"If you want to find him, I can take you there."

Zheng Gan continued to ask at this time.

"How many people with special abilities does your Zhao family have? Also, how many teams of adventurers are there?"

"There are three people in our Zhao family: me, my third uncle, and Zhao Tianyu."

At this time, Zhao Jie walked up to Zhao Tai and spoke softly.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhao Jie. Although my last name is Zhao, I have no relationship with your Zhao family."

"My abilities are also of the soul type."

"When you spoke just now, I felt that you were hesitant and seemed to be hiding something. Am I right?"

Zhao Jie's special ability is telepathy, which allows him to sense the other person's mental activities.

Zhao Tai listened to Zhao Jie's soft whispers and looked into his eyes.

I immediately realized that what Zhao Jie had just said was true.

Because the feeling Zhao Jie gave him was very similar to that of his third uncle.

There is a very uncomfortable feeling, as if someone is leading you by the nose.

If you are an ordinary person or another awakened person, you may not necessarily have this feeling.

However, Zhao Tai's ability is to defend against soul attacks.

That's why he felt this sense of disharmony and incongruity.

It's like someone says I love you, but their actions seem to mean they want to kill him.

Zhao Tai's eyes were evasive, and he still didn't want to say anything.

Zheng Gan no longer wanted to wait.

"I gave you a chance, but you couldn't seize it. There's nothing I can do."

"Zicen."

Lightning flashed in Mo Zicen's hand again.

Zhao Tai shouted out quickly.

"I say, I say, Patriarch, our Patriarch Zhao Mingzhe is also a person with special abilities."

Zhao Tai looked at Zhao Jie and continued.

"What I said this time is true. I should be the only one who knows this news."

"I saw him use telekinesis by chance, and I've never seen him use that ability since."

However, as Zhao Tai explained, Mo Zicen's palm thunder still hit Zhao Tai.

Just now, Zheng Gan used his mind to tell Mo Zicen that he wanted Zhao Tai's ability.

Of course Mo Zicen knew what this meant.

Although Zhao Tai was in a very miserable state at the moment, he was not dead.

It seemed as if he was still trying to digest the power of the palm thunder.

In fact, Zheng Gan was mistaken. Although the palm thunder looked powerful, its power was not as strong as that of Mo Zicen's Sky-Splitting Spear.

The Sky-Splitting Gun not only has high-frequency vibrations, but the superconducting material on its surface can also effectively amplify the power of lightning.

Zheng Gan looked at his survival points and took out the Zhenwu knife.

He moved his body and unleashed six consecutive blows like a torrential rain.

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