about two rings. 。A glacial blue longsword extended from his right hand, his usually frigid eyes focused on the Heaven Frost Sword in his palm, a rare tenderness flickering within them. 。White cloth...With a violent shake of his head, Tang Wulin was taken aback. 。One ring, the other party and oneself are the same, both are rings! But her combat power is so formidable. 。However, after a brief moment of composure, Tang Wulin waved his hands upward. Roots of Blue Silver Grass chased after the opponent's black cauldron and shot out, trying to entangle it with their martial soul. 。But the young girl seemed not to care at all, not even about her own spirit, accelerating and rushing towards Tang Wulin. 。She wants to fight me in close combat Tang Wulin took a deep breath, his right arm completely covered by golden scales. He stood there, steady as a mountain. 。From the recent battle, he could sense that this girl's attacks were powerful. They weren't just direct soul force attacks; there seemed to be something else involved as well. 。 discovered that those sixth-grade students were at least thirty years old, each looking composed and with extraordinary cultivation. 。But they were still in the outer court. 。Generally, the graduatio...