rops of sweat keep sliding down his forehead. 。The length of the dance was by his side, gently transferring the soft Xuan Tian Gong soul power into his body to stabilize his physical state. 。As long a...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. 。haracter-inscribed battle armor. Mo Jie's aura surged rapidly, and the feathers of the Swan Wing multiplied several times over their previous count, suppressing the Sword Star Rain that gradually revo...