editate 。For him, nothing was more important than meditation practice. 。Level up to thirty first. 。"Tang Wulin, where are you" Just as Tang Wulin hadn't entered a meditative state, a familiar voice su...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. 。ressive. 。And Tang Wulin must also focus on control. 。If Gu Yue has enough time to prepare, her output is equally terrifying, and it's still an area-of-effect output. Xu Xiaoyan's insight is very stro...