。Although Yan Feng had armor, the intense energy shock still knocked him off course. 。Three mecha rose quickly, simultaneously taking to the air. Their three soul-guidance cannons unleashed a furiou...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. 。e of a test of basic qualities. 。Only when the basic skills reach a certain level, it is possible to achieve better results in competitions. 。The pace of the fourth stage seems a bit slow, and there a...