ger claw poised and gleaming sharp, blocked the attack of the dark magic sword. 。Mofazhi Yu'en Yèhuì, with a flash of her figure, was right before him. A circle of purple aura rippled outwards from he...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. 。l you break through to the Saint Craftsman realm this time. 。"Seeing the undisguised cunning in Master's eyes, Tang Wulin couldn't help but smile. Regardless of how he did it, his master still hoped t...