The fire is roaring constantly, with a very violent force, if Nie Feng really hit the head, even if not dead, will also be seriously injured, unable to participate in subsequent competitions.

This wooden feather is cruel!

The hearts of the crowd are cold. Twelve young people are brilliant and gorgeous geniuses. After ten years of good training, they will surely become a strong one. But this wooden feather wants to discard Nie Feng directly, and they don't want to give each other a living way at all.

"End it."

Duanmu feather had a cold smile on his face, his palm suddenly pressed down, and the fire burst into the...