Chapter 1623: gap (1/2)

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.