jaw, and his thumbs pressing on his temples. His other three fingers also pressed against the pressure points on his face. 。Feel the flow of my soul power, in a little while I will start your training...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. 。bble King, as if he had prepared a counterattack, 。Tang Wulin believed that this effect could only be achieved by the opponent's true spirit form. 。He blocked his own attack with his true spirit form...