C283 Clear Sky

Not long after that, Gan Daqing filled the six iron pots with black oil. Ding Qi Lang grinned as he tossed a pair of fire knives and fire stones to him, but Gan Da Qing slid them off with one hand while holding the fire knives and fire stones in his other hand. Someone had already thrown the six torches high into the air, and the torches flew around in the air