t open. 。A faint smell of blood hung in the air, filling the entire room with a sense of intense fear. Yet, this thick wave of bloody qi could not spread outwards even a fraction. 。What on earth is go...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. 。ly changed color. 。With his familiarity with metals, he could tell the material of this metal just by looking at it once. 。There is no doubt that this suddenly released armor, the Doujia, is precise...