。The sharp blade finally arrived from the side just in time, striking the golden dragon spear with pinpoint accuracy. The spear emitted a roar of a dragon as its light dimmed slightly, and only then...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. 。rts tournament organizing committee, and considering the importance of the Lingyu Realm for soul masters, five extra points were specially awarded to Lan Bufzi. 。Fifty-one points! "Did you surpass hi...