1027: C1027 We've Mastered the Spiritual Skill

C1027 We've Mastered the Spiritual Skill

Zhao Quan was also attracted by the man's sneaky actions. Otherwise, he wouldn't have noticed this.

Even if he saw it a few seconds later, he would still go up and greet that old woman.

This method was too powerful. Even if he had watched it change, Zhao Quan would not have realized that he was faking it.

And for such a person to search for Yan Shu in the Palace, of course, it would not be a good thing.

Thus, in the next moment, Zhao Quan quickly walked over. Fortunately, the guards knew him and knew that he was the one who saved the Empress that night. Therefore, they didn't doubt his arrival and let him in.

After smoothly entering the palace, Zhao Quan went straight to the old woman.

The old woman also walked quickly in front of him, and Zhao Quan also followed behind her without any change in expression.

He couldn't do anything right now. After all, he was just a Upper Class.

It was only when he entered the hall where Yan Shu was that he found an opportunity.

At this time, Yan Shu had already dismissed everyone as per the old woman's instructions.

Seeing Zhao Quan enter, Yan Shu also said, "The butler of the Duke's Mansion is looking for me for an urgent matter. You can wait outside first!"

In front of the old woman, Yan Shu naturally would not be polite when speaking to Zhao Quan.

Zhao Quan understood this point, but even if he did not understand, he could not care about this, because the old woman was right in front of Yan Shu.

"He is a fake. Be careful!"

After Zhao Quan urgently shouted out, Yan Shu was stunned for a moment. She did not understand what fake meant.

But at this moment, the old woman suddenly attacked. She directly punched Yan Shu in the middle of her chest.

If it was just an ordinary punch, there would naturally be no problem. But the old hag's hand also had a layer of crystal blue light.

This also meant that he had used the Spiritual Force.

Yan Shu's body was pierced through by that punch at that time. Yan Shu immediately suffered a serious injury and spat out blood.

The old hag obviously did not come to hurt people. He was here to kill and was ready to kill again.

However, before he could do anything, a bright arrow of light shot over.

He had to dodge. Even though he was fast enough, his shoulder was torn in an instant, and blood was dripping from it.

The assassin was stunned. He couldn't imagine how Zhao Quan, who had just made a move, could use the technique of a noble person, with the mark of Upper Class on his forehead. However, Zhao Quan didn't give him the chance to think too much. As he lunged forward, a huge blade materialized from the Spiritual Force appeared in his hand. It was incomparably sharp.

When the assassin wanted to use the stone pillar to block his attack, the large blade instantly cut through him. The blade cut down like tofu.

If not for the assassin's quick reaction, his brain would have already moved.

But even so, his entire left arm was easily cut off...

In terms of close combat, Zhao Quan was not afraid. In terms of the strength of the Psionic Skill, he was not weaker than this assassin.

Therefore, in just a few moves, the assassin's head was chopped into pieces by Zhao Quan. It was obvious that he could not be more dead.

But at this time, Zhao Quan could not care about him anymore. He quickly looked at Yan Shu.

At this time, Yan Shu's face was pale. It seemed that she could not breathe more or less.

Just at this moment, when she looked at Zhao Quan, she was still smiling, even though there was blood at the corner of her mouth.2

She vaguely said something. She probably meant that Zhao Quan had been cultivating very fast. He had learned the Psionic Skill in just two days.

However, Zhao Quan did not care about talking to her about this, and directly treated her. This treatment lasted for more than an hour.

During this time, Zhao Quan did not have enough Spiritual Forces. He grabbed high purity Dishu Stones with his left hand and treated Yan Shu with his right hand.

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