Suddenly there was a burst of laughter.
This statement was indeed very true: all the competitors in the selection battle were here, not one missing.
If they didn't go, they couldn't compete at all.
Old Man Shen said sinisterly: "If that's true, then congratulations to you thirty-six people, each of you might get on Ninth lord's radar."
Everyone's face immediately turned bitter.
This kind of radar, you definitely don't want to get on.
They quickly sat down to practice.
An Ruoxing and the other two sat on the outskirts, practicing and acting as protectors.
Old Man Shen snorted, practicing while saying: "Zhao Shanhe, this time you got a big break. If you don't keep it in mind in the future, it would truly be ungrateful."
Zhao Shanhe's face showed bitterness.
Because he knew himself that in the future he would inevitably still 'not keep it in mind'.
I do want to keep it in mind, but the problem is... damned if it's up to me.
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Early Chen hour.
