led with half the effort. 。 He didn't dare to neglect the opportunity. Tang Wulin immediately sat down cross-legged, entering a meditative state. He wouldn't miss such a good chance. 。The curtain...Lan Buzi stood beside the competition stage, her face grim. She didn't go to the rest room today; she didn't want to see that person at all, let alone talk to him. 。For some reason, she, who was always very well-mannered, would lose control of her temper whenever she faced that person. 。

Lan Buzi cursed someone viciously in his heart.

"Achoo!" In the resting area, Tang Wulin sneezed and rubbed his nose helplessly, looking out. 。This is someone cursing themselves! When one's spiritual cultivation reaches a certain level, they will have a sort of subconscious awareness of things related to themselves. 。The Thousand-Year Terrace Pavilion was sitting on a sofa across from him, much farther away, with his eyes closed in meditation. 。er sudden movement, this was still a full-powered strike after the fallen angel descended!A sword strike slashed into Teng Teng's back armor, causing his entire body armor to turn purple. Silver lines...