Peerless Martial God's Rebirth

Chapter 1623

Ye Feng didn't like to hear this. Looking at the two saints in the fierce battle, he asked the man around him, "since you have such a high vision, can you predict which of them can win the battle?"

The man around him didn't even look at the battle on the test field, and said without raising his head: "the one who used the fist won, but the battle was really boring. They had to fight for at least an hour before the situation could change. Wait and see."

what! Ye Feng stared at the man around him.

The two people in the trial field, one with fist and the other with sword, are easy to distinguish.

This guy actually said that the one who used the fist won the final victory, and it would take an hour to decide the outcome. Isn't that a joke.

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

He said it would take an hour. Can the saint who uses his fist hold on for an hour?

According to Ye Feng's observation and judgment, most of the time, this battle can be divided. There is no doubt that the saint who uses the sword will win the final victory.

Not only he, but also many others present have this idea.

"Are you sure the saint who uses the fist will win?" Ye Feng asked again.

The man around him stopped talking and closed his eyes to sleep.

Ye Feng turned his head bitterly and continued to watch the battle in the test field.

The two sides fought fiercely. The sage with the sword pressed him step by step. A long sword suppressed his opponent and couldn't raise his head. Each sword seemed to kill his opponent.

The saint who used his fist was full of danger. He tried his best to seal the space around his body, tried not to let the long sword find his loophole, and was forced to retreat one after another by his opponent.

Ye Feng frowned. Such a scene doesn't look like a saint who can win with a fist.

Great situation, the saint who uses the sword must not have fatal negligence.

Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He believed that in a short time, the saint with fist would be defeated miserably.

Look what mystery this guy is pretending to be! After the results come out, we must laugh at him and let him play tricks!

The battle scene was wonderful and attractive. Time passed unconsciously.

Ye Feng suddenly woke up. In the twinkling of an eye, less than half an hour has passed. Why has the expected situation not changed.

The saint with fist is still struggling to support, and the saint with sword is still pressing step by step.

At least it looks like this.

Ye Feng had doubts in his heart. It was reasonable to say that he had fought for so long. According to the judgment just now, the battle should be divided. He can't persist for so long.

The current situation is no different from the beginning of the fight.

In other words, the two played for half an hour, the situation did not change, and it was no different from wasting their efforts.

Ye Feng couldn't help doubting his judgment. Was he wrong? The saint who used his fist was really strong?

After another moment, more than half an hour had passed from the hour said by the man around him.

Ye Feng saw that something was wrong in the test field. The saint who used the sword had been attacking actively. His aura seemed to consume a lot, and he couldn't see the original edge.

There was no more aggressive momentum.

The saint who used the sword weakened his attack, while the monk who used the fist was much easier. His defense became more comfortable and no longer supported as hard as at the beginning.

Ye Fengxin said it was bad. The situation is developing to the disadvantage of using swords.

When the monk who used the fist began to resist the opponent's sword and fought back once or twice from time to time, everyone saw that the monk who used the fist began to gradually control the upper hand. If there was no accident, he insisted for a moment, and it must be him who won in the end.

Ye Feng calculated the time in his heart. It was just an hour when the saint started his first counterattack with his fist.

Coincidence or amazing judgment!

Ye Feng believes that this is definitely not a coincidence. The battlefield situation develops completely according to the judgment of the person around him.

Such strong judgment is amazing and surprising.

"How did you decide that the saint who used fist would win?" Ye Feng asked the man around him with great interest.

At that time, Ye Feng was also a proud young man. He would never do such a low-key consultation.

Later, he became more knowledgeable, especially when he was mercilessly attacked by Yang Teng several times, Ye Feng realized his shortcomings. There are countless stronger people than him in the world.

Since then, Ye Feng has gradually changed. When he meets a monk stronger than him, he will ask for advice with an open mind.

The man around him smiled calmly: "in fact, it's no big deal. He has experienced more battles. It's just some experience summarized."

"Are you against the strong who have fought in the realm of saints?" Ye Feng exclaimed in a low voice.

The man around me didn't speak, just smiled.

Not long after, the battle on the trial field decided the outcome.

Sure enough, the monk who used the fist was better. He punched his opponent on the wrist and knocked down his sword. The opponent took the initiative to admit defeat and did not continue to hold on.

"Awesome, it's God!" Ye Feng raised his thumb at the man, "judge the result of the next battle."

The man said, "it's needless to say that the saint who used his fist paid a lot for this battle. His own consumption was too serious. He couldn't fully recover to the peak in half an hour. In the next battle, he will lose."

Without any hesitation, the man insisted that the saint who used his fist would lose. Even before his opponent was determined, he made such a decision.

Ye Feng also wants to refute. In case the next opponent is weak, doesn't the saint who uses boxing still have a chance. If you want to judge the battle result, at least wait for the opponent to determine it.

But on second thought, what this man said is also reasonable.

The saint who uses his fist can defeat his opponent, which is a completely grinding victory.

Of course, the opponent lost seriously because of consumption, and he didn't take advantage of it. The consumption was quite serious, and half an hour's recovery time was far from enough.

The next opponent, even if he is a little weaker, still has a chance to beat him.

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

At the end of the break, the victorious Saint appeared again.

Before he had a firm foothold, an opponent rushed into the testing ground. The speed was amazing.

It can be seen that this opponent just doesn't want to give others a chance. Taking advantage of the serious consumption of the saint who uses boxing and hasn't recovered, he tries to defeat his opponent at one stroke.

Their cultivation is not qualified to compete for the Lord of heaven and martial arts. Their cultivation is less than the realm of ancient saints. Entering the testing ground is also a stepping stone for others.

But now that you're here, who doesn't want to show your strength.

Except for the strong in Dongzhou, all the top strong in tianwu are here.

At this time, showing your strength will be of great benefit to the future and greatly improve your position in tianwu.

With this aim in mind, the man stared at the action of the saint who used his fist, grabbed in front of everyone and rushed into the testing ground at the first time.

They don't talk nonsense. They start fighting immediately.

As the man said, the saint who entered the testing ground later occupied an absolute advantage and suppressed his opponent from the beginning.

This is not like the first competition. It lasts for a long time. The saint who uses his fist will grind his opponent to death.

From the very beginning, the saint showed the momentum of winning. In less than half an hour, he sent the saint with his fist out of the test field and won the competition.

Ye Feng has nothing to say. The guy around him has too strong judgment.

"Man, what do you think will be the result of the next competition?" Ye Feng asked again.

The man couldn't help shaking his head. "This war doesn't cost him much. Who wins or loses depends on the strength of the next challenger. Those ancient saints haven't appeared yet, and the appetizers in front are just. If you have that leisure mind, look at the battle behind."

Ye Feng was speechless. This guy doesn't know everything. He also needs the next challenger to judge the outcome.

The man said again, "pay attention to those ancient saints. No one has shown an appearance yet. It is estimated that the battle will be more wonderful in two or three days."

Ye Feng peeked at those ancient saints. Sure enough, as this man said, the strong people are not very interested in fighting at this level.

It is reasonable to say that the earlier you play, the more advantageous it is. It is better to defeat these opponents with poor strength than to face opponents with the same strength. Why don't these ancient sages come on stage.

If you win five games in a row, you can ascend the throne of the Lord of heaven!

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

Soon he figured it out.

Although those who first appeared were the strong ones in the realm of saints with poor strength, once there were ancient saints on the stage, other ancient saints would let him win at most one game and would immediately challenge.

No one will watch his opponent win the cumulative superposition of games.

These ancient saints regarded the battle ahead as a performance of the saints.

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

It seems that you have to use your brain more.

In the next battle, Ye Feng did not ask the man around him about the battle result, but observed the battlefield situation, tried to judge by himself and made judgments according to various factors.

The effect is not very good. Ye Feng is just the realm of the emperor. There is a semi holy realm between the realm of the sage and the cultivation, so he can't make an accurate judgment.

At the end of each competition, Ye Feng found that his judgment could be half correct at most.

It's no different from guessing.

This result made him quite depressed. He couldn't help asking the man around him again.

As a result, all the people around him judged correctly in the next three games.

This is the gap. You can't refuse.