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"First!"

"It's actually the first!"

"A loose cultivator!"

At the venue of the conference, countless practitioners from all over the continent of origin made a sensation.

After the fifth floor, it is very rare for a loose cultivator to take the first place in the primary election of the Yuan Conference, even if it is only temporary.

"This Dong Bo, can't be underestimated, his ranking is actually higher than mine." A group of geniuses gathered together, and one of the tall women said in a low voice.

"The teacher is right, the world is huge, and there are many talented people." In the corner, the youth in purple who was drinking in a restaurant raised his head, "I came from a royal family, and I have family training, and I'm only over a hundred, Dong Bo... A good Dongbo."

In the eternal true God, he is already young.

But compared with the genius of the entire origin continent, he is still far from enough.

The primary election of the conference has now reached more than 10,000 people, and there are more than 100 people who have passed through the fifth floor, all of whom are members of major forces.

Being able to rank first at this time has fully proved the strength of the loose cultivator 'Dong Bo'.

At the guest seat, many Chaos Masters discussed.

At the jury's seat, the three judges were also talking about this Dong Bo.

"Judging from the data fed back by the tool spirit, this Dong Bo's potential is very good." Princess Yelan smiled. "With his strength, he will definitely be able to occupy a spot in the primary election, but we don't need to choose."

Lord Aru looked over, but didn't say anything.

Each conference judge has the right to select talents.

But being selected does not mean which force they belong to.

Of course, if the training is good and there is a relationship, the probability of joining will be higher.

And that ultimately depends on the genius's choice.

Wang Yi was not interested in the conversation between the two women, and smiled and said nothing.

After Hong, the primary election continued, and there were geniuses who made it through the fifth floor, but they were not as good as Hong.

Therefore, Dong Bo's name naturally ranked first, which made the geniuses of the great powers look a little dazzling, and they were also very unconvinced.

Especially when they heard the various praises and praises of Dong Bo from the practitioners in the conference, they felt even more tired.

They are all from big forces, but their results are not as good as a loose cultivator, which is really a shame.

However, the spirit of the Yuanshen Palace is absolutely fair, and no one can make an opinion.

Hong stood there alone, dressed in black and cold, looking aloof and arrogant.

Countless cultivators looked over in admiration.

It is such a peerless master who has crushed many geniuses from the great forces present and occupies the first place.

Even many practitioners feel that Dong Bo may be the real number one in the primary election of this conference!

The future is infinite.

Because Dong Bo is a loose cultivator, he can cultivate to this stage without any training and guidance, and the room for improvement is even greater. After a trillion epochs of cultivation, it is unimaginable to what extent it will reach.

"Brother Dongbo." The strange fragrance filled the air, making people enchanted, and several women came over.

"Is something wrong?" Hong's expression was calm.

After he broke into the Primordial Divine Palace, there were too many people who came to him, especially the solicitation of various forces.

It's just that Hong has his own ideas, and the conference has just begun, so of course he won't make a choice in advance.

"We are disciples of Misty Peak. We admire Brother Dongbo's talent and want to get to know him." The glamorous woman at the head smiled.

Hong Weiwei suddenly realizes that Misty Peak is a god-king-level force, and one of the characteristics of this force is that it is filled with female disciples.

Logically speaking, there are countless forms of life in the Origin Continent, and there are countless races of flesh and blood life alone. Few forces will limit a certain kind of life, but Misty Peak just recruits it.

Even if it's not a woman...it has to look like a woman.

Hong and Misty Peak's disciples were talking, and suddenly his eyes lit up slightly.

On the Wujianlou disciple's side, a young man came out.

After the initial election reached 20,000 people, Luo Feng finally appeared.

Wearing a special layer of war armor with dense patterns all over his body, wearing a war helmet, boots on his feet, and a blood-colored war knife on his back, Luo Feng raised his head, his eyes full of fighting spirit, soaring into the sky, turning into a streamer and flying towards the majestic palace "Yuanshen Palace".

"Finally arrived at Luo Feng." Yuanzu watched from the back and thought to himself. "I don't know if he can surpass Hong."

Countless people below also watched, and they all knew that this was a disciple of Wujianlou. After all, Wujianlou was very famous and highly recognizable.

"Another Wujianlou disciple went up."

"Is it the thirty-ninth place now?"

"The disciples of Wujianlou, the current highest ranking is the eleventh."

Numerous practitioners are discussing.

And the Chaos Masters in the guest seats are also discussing.

"The primary election will select the best one hundred based on the results of Chuangyuan Shrine."

"This is very difficult. There are dozens of Ziyi disciples from Wujianlou alone. With other forces, there are probably not thousands of people who have passed through the fifth floor. I don't know how many places Wujianlou can occupy."

"And this time, Wujianlou is the organizer of the origin conference. In addition to the 100 people in the primordial selection of Yuanshen Palace, 100 people will be selected according to the opinions of the judges. Their judges will have 40 places."

Talents selected according to the opinions of the judges are not ranked by Yuanshengong, but the judges' vision, so anyone is possible.

"I hope that the ruler of Jiujiang, his vision is not too bad."

In the guest seat, there were also many Chaos Masters coming from Wujianlou. Among them, a middle-aged man with a brown robe, dragon scales on his face, and amber dragon eyes snorted.

Seeing the Jiujiang ruler sitting on the jury's chair chatting and laughing with Princess Yelan and Master Aru, he felt vaguely uncomfortable.

This position should have been his, at least there is a great chance.

But now it has been taken over by a newly promoted Jiujiang ruler with little qualifications.

Originally, he didn't want to come over, but in the end he couldn't help it and sent a clone over.

"Master of Jiujiang, let me see what you are capable of, this origin conference is not that simple, don't end up being a joke." The middle-aged man thought to himself.

There was a chubby boy next to him, looking at him, "Dragon Demon, long time no see, you are here too this time. Your temperament is really rare, why are you interested in this ruler of Jiujiang?"

The middle-aged man said indifferently: "Tiantian, didn't you come too?"

"Hahaha..." The chubby boy twisted his **** and touched his round chin again, "To be honest, the ruler of Jiujiang also visited me back then, and I felt like a good junior, but one day, he would be able to We old guys squeezed in the back and got the qualifications to be the judges of the origin conference, which is really unexpected..."

"Oh, by the way, look over there, the dead face of Timothy is also coming."

A figure shrouded in black robes in the distance seemed to hear the words here~www.NovelMTL.com~ and looked over.

It was a skull with only two dark eye sockets.

"Celestial silkworm, dragon demon, are you here too?" A cold voice came suddenly.

"Haha, he really heard it." The boy suddenly became excited.

However, Timothy did not intend to continue to answer, which made the boy a little disappointed and smacking his lips.

Then he continued to turn his gaze to the middle-aged man beside him.

The middle-aged man still had a cold face.

The chubby young man was chattering like a chatterbox, while the middle-aged man also listened with a cold face, but he ignored his words.

As for Luo Feng, he had already passed through the fifth floor of Yuanshen Palace without any suspense at this time, and his ranking had also risen to the top 20.

(End of this chapter)