If this strike landed, Tang Wulin would surely be rendered incapable of fighting.But just then, Wu Changkong's face changed again.The reason is very simple, seven or eight fireballs scattered in all...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. 。ll Tang Wulin could see was a pitch-black expanse. 。A pitch-black abyss, plunging a thousand feet into the earth. 。"This is Shrek's Academy This is Shrek's town But all they can see right now is endle...