few were able to get close. 。The master of the Haishen Pavilion, Qitian Douluo Yun Ming, who was seated in the center of the ship, suddenly smiled. “Peacock opening screen, a rare and ancient secret...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. 。g the completion of his three-word Douli armor's base metal smelting, even Zhenhua couldn't help but sigh. Even if, in the future, when promoted to a four-word Douli armor, no rare metals were added a...