Entering Class One

The yellow flames continued to burn.

This flame was not comparable to Class One's fire.

The spiritual fire was extremely difficult to extinguish, and the burning power was even greater.

In just a short while, it had already slowly burned up to the middle of Elder Qian's beard.

Elder Qian fell to the ground, completely unable to lift his spirits. At this moment, he was like a turtle that had been flipped over, struggling violently with all four limbs, but he could not turn over at all.

He finally noticed the fire on his face and shouted in shock.

"Fire-put it out-put it out-"

At this moment, Elder Qian was no longer as calm as he usually was. In everyone's eyes, he was simply a complete clown.

Everyone below looked at Elder Qian like this and held back their laughter. There was no choice. He was really too comical like this.

Feng Chuge stood at the side and looked at Elder Qian coldly. His red lips curled into a smile.