saw some gigantic soul-conduit cannons. 。The silvery-white barrels were enormous, and despite having no energy injection, they still radiated an aura of intimidation. 。After walking nearly a hundred...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. 。d his golden hair cascaded down the sides of his face. His expression was as impetuous as a student who had just arrived at school. His eyes, at some point, had also changed into vertical pupils. 。Eve...