ng his body. 。The golden veins became increasingly clear. Tang Wulin's body gradually emitted a strange sound, and faint golden air flowed in and out of his nostrils. With each breath he took, his alr...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. 。aint level as soon as possible. At the same time, he would gather materials for the three-character battle armor and then devote himself fully to crafting his own mecha. 。After all of this was done,...