"Hahaha, there are quite a few people coming to the Star Hall this time. There were less than one hundred people three years ago, but this time, there were actually one hundred and twenty people."

At this moment, a harsh sound rang out from the Ten-Stand Sword Sect.

"Junior brother, you are wrong. What does one hundred and twenty people mean? In my opinion, they are just one hundred and twenty wastes!"

Another voice rang out.

"Hahaha, senior brother said it well, there are 120 wastes, that's right!"

“Too right!”

A burst of laughter immediately broke out from the Shifang Sword Sect.

"What are you talking about? Who is the waste?"

Someone in the Star Hall was angry and shouted.

"Oh, I'm still angry. Didn't I say that? Three years ago, there were only 98 people who entered the Star Palace, and only 23 people came out. What's not waste?"

A crooked young man from the Shifang Sword Sect walked out and looked at the people in the Jiangxing Palace coldly.

"This time, you more than 120 people, don't die in it!"
Chapter completed!