lowed her gaze and saw, amidst the students of Class Five of Year One, Wuchangkong walking at the front, heading towards the competition stage. Behind him were his two proud disciples, Xie Xihe and G...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. 。stant. 。The deadliest was not the Azure Bull Python that had ripped open its own Blue Emperor's Illusory Thunder Prison, but the Titan Ape on the shore whose invisible and intangible fist. 。Just momen...