gkong didn't offer any explanation, but his eyes had instantly turned a deep blue. In a flash, he took a step forward, and the Tianshuang Sword leaped from his right hand, its six soul rings—two yello...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. 。lled out a series of afterimages, similarly increasing his speed in an instant. At the same time, his enormous dark demon sickle was raised and held on his shoulder, with the blade surface shimmering...