Chapter 1623: gap

The first thousand six hundred and twenty-three chapters gap

Ye Feng didn't like to hear these words. Looking at the two saints who were fighting, he asked the person next to him: "Since you have such a high-sighted man, can you predict whether the two of them can win the battle? "

The person next to him didn't even look at the battle on the trial field, and said without raising his head: "The one who fists wins, but this battle is really boring. The two of them will have to fight for at least one hour before the situation can change. , Wait and see slowly."

what! Ye Feng stared at the person beside him with wide eyes.

There are two people in the trial field, one with a fist and the other with a sword, which is easy to distinguish.

This guy actually said that the one who used the punch finally won, and it would take an hour to tell the victory or defeat. Isn't this a joke?

Not to mention the saint who used the fist, who was at a disadvantage at this time, was suppressed by the saint who used the sword, and had no power to fight back, only passive defense.

He actually said that he wanted an hour, can the saint who uses his fists hold on for an hour?

According to Ye Feng's observation and judgment, at most half an hour, this battle will be able to tell the victory or defeat, and the saint who uses the sword will definitely win the final victory, which is beyond doubt.

Not only him, but other people present, there are also many people who have this idea.

"Are you sure that the saint who uses the boxing will win?" Ye Feng asked again, uneasy.

The person next to him stopped talking, closed his eyes and slumbered.

Ye Feng turned his head angrily and continued to watch the battle in the trial arena.

The two sides fought fiercely, and the saint who used the sword pressed hard step by step. A long sword suppressed the opponent and couldn't raise his head. Every sword seemed to put the opponent to death.

The saint who used his fists was in danger, and his fists did his best to seal the space around his body, trying to prevent the long sword from finding his loopholes, and his opponent was forced to retreat one after another.

Ye Feng frowned. Such a scene didn't seem like a saint with fists could win.

The situation is very good, the saint who uses the sword must not show fatal negligence.

Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief, believing that it won't take long for the saint who used his fist to fail miserably.

At that time, see what this guy is still pretending to be mysterious! After the results come out, you must laugh at him and make him pretend to be a fool!

The battle scene was wonderful and fascinating, and time passed without knowing it.

Ye Feng was awakened suddenly, and half an hour passed in a blink of an eye, why didn't the expected situation change.

The saint who used the fist was still struggling to support, and the saint who used the sword was still pressing hard.

At least the scene looks like this.

Ye Feng had doubts in his heart. It stands to reason that after fighting for so long, according to the judgment just now, this battle should be won and cannot be held for so long.

But the current situation is no different from when the two met.

In other words, the two played for half an hour without any change in the situation, and it was no different from wasting effort.

Ye Feng couldn't help but start to doubt his own judgment. Did he think he was wrong, the saint who used the boxing was really strong?

After another moment, more than half an hour had passed since the hour the person next to him said.

Ye Feng saw something wrong in the trial field. The saint who used the sword had been actively attacking, and his body seemed to consume a lot of spiritual energy, and he couldn't see the original sharpness when he shot.

There is no more aggressive momentum.

The saint's offensive with the sword weakened, and the monk who used the fist was a lot easier, and the defense became more and more comfortable, no longer supporting as hard as he did at the beginning.

Ye Feng's heart was broken, and the situation was developing to the disadvantage of using the sword saint.

When the monk who used the fist began to withstand the opponent’s sword and counterattacked one or two times from time to time, everyone could see that the monk who used the fist had begun to gradually control the upper hand. He must be the winner.

Ye Feng calculated the time in his heart, no more, no less, it was just an hour from the time the saint who used his fists first counterattacked.

Coincidence is still an amazing judgment!

Ye Feng believes this is definitely not a coincidence, and the battlefield situation develops completely in accordance with the judgment of the person around him.

Such a strong judgment is amazing and surprising.

"How do you conclude that this saint who uses fists will definitely win?" Ye Feng asked the person next to him with great interest.

Back then, Ye Feng was also an arrogant young man. He would never do such a low-pitched consultation.

Later, I learned more, especially after being relentlessly hit by Yang Teng several times, and Ye Feng realized his own shortcomings. There are countless strong people in this world.

Since then, Ye Feng has gradually changed, and when he meets a monk who is stronger than him, he will definitely ask for advice humbly.

The person beside him smiled indifferently: "Actually, it's not a big deal. There have been more battles, just some of the experience I have summarized."

"Have you fought against a powerful saint?" Ye Feng exclaimed in a low voice.

The person next to him didn't speak, but just chuckled.

Not long after, the battle on the trial field was divided.

Sure enough, the cultivator who used his punches was better, punched the opponent's wrist and knocked down the opponent's sword. The opponent voluntarily gave in and did not continue to hold on.

"Awesome, it's amazing!" Ye Feng gave this person a thumbs up, "You judge, the result of the next battle."

The man said: "Is it necessary to say, this saint who uses his fists has paid a lot for this battle, and his own consumption is too serious. There is no way to fully restore him to the peak in half an hour. The next one , He will definitely lose."

This person didn't hesitate, and he insisted that the saint who used his fists was defeated, and he made such a decision before his opponent was even sure.

Ye Feng still wanted to refute, if an opponent who appeared on the stage was weak, wouldn't the saint who used his fists still have a chance? To judge the outcome of the battle, at least wait for the opponent to confirm it.

But on second thought, what this person said also made sense.

The sage who used his fists was able to defeat his opponent, which was a complete victory.

Although the opponent was seriously defeated by consumption, he did not take advantage of it. The consumption was quite serious, and the recovery time of half an hour was far from enough.

Even if the next opponent is slightly weaker, he still has a chance to defeat him.

Ye Feng took it, and it was easy to analyze the results. People's reaction speed was much faster than him.

After the break, the winning saint appeared again.

Before he could stand firm, an opponent rushed into the trial field, the speed was amazing.

It can be seen that this opponent just doesn't want to give others a chance. Taking advantage of the heavy consumption of the saint who used his punches and has not recovered, he strives to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop.

Their cultivation base is not qualified to compete for the master of Tianwu, and their cultivation base is not in the realm of ancient saints, and entering the trial field is also a stepping stone for others.

But since it's here, who doesn't want to show their strength.

Except for the Dongzhou powerhouse, all the top powerhouses in Tianwu are there.

Showing one's strength at this time will also be of great benefit to the future, and will greatly improve one's position in Tianwu.

With this purpose in mind, this man stared at the action of the saint using his fist, rushed into the trial field for the first time before everyone else.

The two are not talking nonsense, and immediately start fighting.

Just as that person said, the saint who entered the trial field later took an absolute advantage and suppressed his opponent from the very beginning.

This is not like the first match, which lasted for a long time, allowing the sage who fisted to grind his opponent to death.

From the very beginning, the saint showed the momentum to win. It only took less than half an hour to send the saint who used his fists out of the trial field with one palm and won the competition.

Ye Feng had nothing to say, the guy beside him had too strong judgment.

"Man, what do you think the next competition will be?" Ye Feng couldn't help asking again.

The man shook his head helplessly, "This battle is not too costly to him. Who wins or loses depends on the strength of the next challenger. Those ancient saints have not yet appeared, and the ones in front are just appetizers. There is that. Think about it and watch the battle behind."

Ye Feng is speechless, dare to love this guy is not omniscient, and he needs the next challenger to appear to judge the outcome.

The man said again, "You pay attention to those ancient saints, no one has shown the posture for the moment, it is estimated that the battle will be more exciting in two or three days."

Ye Feng watched the ancient saints secretly, and as this person said, the strong men were not very interested in fighting at this level.

Logically speaking, isn't it that the earlier you play, the more advantageous it is. Isn't it better to defeat these weak opponents than to face opponents of the same strength? Why don't these ancient saints appear.

After winning five games in a row, you can ascend to the throne of the Lord of Tianwu!

This time, Ye Feng didn't ask the person around him, but thought.

Soon, he figured out the truth.

Regardless of the fact that those who first appeared on the stage were the weaker saint realm powerhouses, once an ancient saint appeared on the stage, other ancient saints would let him win at most, and they would immediately challenge him.

No one will watch the cumulative wins of the opponents stack.

These ancient saints regarded the previous battle as a saint's performance.

Wanting to understand this truth, Ye Feng felt that his thoughts were clear.

It seems that I have to use my brain.

In the next battle, Ye Feng did not ask the person next to him about the outcome of the battle. Instead, he observed the battlefield situation, tried his own judgment, and made judgments based on various factors.

The effect is not very good, Ye Feng is only in the realm of the emperor, and there is still a semi-sacred realm away from the cultivation of the realm of saints, and it is impossible to make accurate judgments.

At the end of each competition, Ye Feng found that his judgment was at best half correct.

This is no different from random guessing.

This result made him quite frustrated, and couldn't help it, and asked the person next to him again.

As a result, in the next three games, all the people around him were correct.

This is the gap, and it won't work if you refuse to accept it.