harge forward. 。Then, he strode over to Tang Wulin’s face, grabbing Mo Mo and Li Huo Xing Jiao Su with one hand each, pulling them apart. 。Then, facing Tang Wulin, the arrogance on his face vanished...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. 。ing cowardly. My battle armor has already been completely melted and reforged with metal. I can't use it until the three-word battle armor is made." 。Unless you guarantee that you won't use Dou Armor...