d blades of extreme cold energy erupted simultaneously, and not only that, he felt his spirit becoming sluggish, his blood as if it were about to solidify. And his own famed powerful martial soul, at...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. 。s chose metal, definitely not too strong. 。Otherwise, it would be a waste of effort to make armor that can't be used. 。“ Everyone nodded. 。Spirit also ignites. 。Perhaps, making a character armor...