As time passed, the high-profile election meeting was announced to begin.

There were at least dozens of rings at the conference, and near each ring, there were one or two powerhouses above the Xuan Immortal who belonged to the three sects and two factions joining forces to arrange defensive prohibitions, so as not to affect the audience present in the fierce battle in the ring.

This conference, held once every 100 years, is now the 256th, each time the top ten, in addition to the rich rewards, will get an extremely precious selection opportunity, plus the recent rumors belong to the champion of the special selection opportunity, so the whole scene is simply crowded, can be a great event in the wilderness.

According to reports, the king of Shang even sent a special envoy to watch the battle, which shows the grandeur of this conference.

And Yang Jian also ushered in his first opponent, a scholar who seemed to be weak, judging by his breath, he was almost seven or eight spirit immortals.

Since he was Yang Jian's first opponent, Yang Jian didn't mean to despise it, and made a gesture of please.

The scholar on the other side saw that Yang Jian was young and his breath was similar to his own, and he thought that he was lucky in the first game, and he met a rookie, so he raised his head slightly and said confidently: "Son, it's rare for you to come to the election conference, and my son will let you make three moves!"

Yang Jian was speechless for a moment, and he didn't mean to continue wasting time, he appeared in front of the other party in a flash, and then kicked him down under the other party's stunned eyes.

"The one hundred and seventy-first game of Group A, Yang Jian won!"

The scholar in the audience got up in embarrassment, his face was red and he was about to scream, but after hearing the referee's words, he was shocked, and he didn't dare to let go of a fart, and left in disgrace.

Who is Yang Jian?

This name, which was not well-known before, is now thunderous in the selection of the city, and is known as the favorite to win the championship in the top ten of the selection conference.

For example, the Lingzhuzi under the Taiyi Zhenren Sect, the three generations of disciples of the sect, Wen Zhongjili, Yu Qing, Yu Hua, etc., so after hearing Yang Jian's name, basically those who have a little self-knowledge will take the initiative to give up.

Sure enough, as Yang Jian easily won a neighboring victory, the players in the Group A competition area wailed one after another, and at the same time, they were praying not to meet Yang Jian, and the unlucky one immediately admitted defeat before the referee began to speak, which made Yang Jian quite speechless and inexplicably bored.

However, there is nothing Yang Jian can do, after all, it is now the audition stage of the conference, and there will be any kind of player, and what he has to do now is to wait for the conference to be in the middle of the meeting, and that is when the battle really begins.

And just when Yang Jian was boredly accepting the admitter of one opponent after another, Hai San of Group D was unlucky to meet a powerful opponent in advance - Luo Wen of the Fire Spirit Sect.

Luo Wen is the apprentice of the Fire Immortal, and he is good at fire spells, which Hai San knows very well, after all, among the many threats, Luo Wen is relatively high for her.

"Brother Luo Wendao, take me a move, Kang Long has regrets!"

In an instant, a huge water dragon wave was pointed at by Hai Sanyao and swept towards Rowan on the field.

Luo Wen's face was gloomy, and he seemed to be very irritable, and a scorching flame burned all over his body, and in an instant, the momentum of the terrifying water dragon wave disappeared.

Haisan's face changed, and he was a little anxious.

This Rowan should have been a relatively gentle person in her memory, but this time they met, they found that the other party was extremely irritable, and it seemed that he had been stimulated by something.

Thinking that his master, the Imperial Fire Immortal, seemed to have fallen in the tomb of Hou Yi, Hai San suddenly felt in his heart, but secretly complained.

Originally, she was good at water-based spells, and the last thing she wanted to face was an opponent with fire-type spells, but now the other party was not only extremely good at fire-based spells, but even with her angry state of mind, it made her flames a little stronger.

"Brother Haisandao, who is also a disciple of the three sects and two factions, I don't embarrass you, you admit defeat!"

Luo Wen didn't seem to want to waste time, he looked at Hai San with a gloomy face, but he kept reading the words of the head Hu Lei to him in his heart - Luo Wen, your master unfortunately fell into the hands of Yang Jian, and you are the only one who can avenge him!

"Yes, the head is right, that Yang Jian has the support of Yuding Zhenren behind him, and the master refuses to stand up for the master, I can understand, but this time it is an election conference, and no one can interfere, I see how the Yuding Zhenren can save his apprentice!"

That's right!

Rowan has always had a gentle temperament, and he doesn't like any martial arts competitions, and the reason why he is willing to fight for the sect this time is to avenge his master.

Normally, with the gold medal backing of Yuding Zhenren, he may only be able to rely on the sad cry to solve it, but the election conference provided him with an opportunity.

After all, it is this world-renowned competition, life and death in the ring, and if he kills Yang Jian here, he will never bring ruin to the master.

Just when Rowan fell into a thought, Hai San on the opposite side seemed to have made up his mind, and said to Rowan with a solemn expression: "Senior Brother Rowan, I really have a reason to win, so I'm sorry, I have to win this game!"

After that, a black flag suddenly appeared in Haisan's hand, and before Rowan could see what was going on with this flag, he found that he was hit by a black light and fell off the ring.

"What kind of flag is this?"

Rowan set off a huge wave in his heart, and when he looked at it again, he saw that Hai San had already put away the flag, waiting for the next opponent with an expressionless face.

However, although he didn't see it, it didn't mean that the bigwigs in the VIP loft on the high platform didn't notice.

Yes, almost at the moment when this flag appeared, everyone felt the inducing and extremely strong aura of precedence.

"Good baby, look at this familiar atmosphere, could it be the Xuanyuan Water Control Flag, one of the long-lost Five Flags of the Earth?"

Fuxian Zhenren's face was shocked, and there was even a faint trace of greed.

In fact, not only him, except for Yuding Zhenren and Guangchengzi, they were all moved, and all kinds of thoughts were set off in their hearts.

You know, if it's really the Xuanyuan Water Control Flag, it's a real treasure of the first to come!

What is the concept of the first treasure, among their twelve golden immortals, Yuding Zhenren even uses a sword of the second treasure to cut immortals, you can imagine how great the temptation of the first treasure is.

However, they were all big people, although they were moved, but they did not rush forward immediately, after all, this conference was held behind the curtain of the court, and there were people in the attic next to them, so they naturally would not act rashly.

However, although they didn't move, it didn't mean that they didn't have ideas, but almost instantly, all of Haisan's heels were calculated clearly, and they began to make various calculations.

Of course, the same is true of the master of the sect in another attic.