--Waves of intense weakness slammed into Tang Wulin, forcing him to sit heavily on the ground. Meng expertly reached into her bosom and pulled out a piece of something resembling adhesive tape, pressi...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. 。n its own Blue Emperor's Illusory Thunder Prison, but the Titan Ape on the shore whose invisible and intangible fist. 。Just moments ago, the instant his fist had struck, Tang Wulin felt like his entir...