C1644 The Competition of Purification

"Okay, I accept." Yang Xuan nodded and agreed.

On the side, someone had already prepared an incense stick. With a wave of his hand, he stabbed straight into the wall like a metal nail.

Both of them had already tightly gripped onto the handle of the hammer and were eager to give it a try. Someone at the side flicked his finger across the air and a ball of flame landed on the incense stick