The battle between Chen Han and Ye Lao was in full swing.

Ye Liangchen and Ye Meijing, who were watching from the side, were simply dazzled. The skillful technique, accurate time calculation, and ultra-fast offensive and defensive transition between the two are simply incisive. If Ye Lao could have such a high combat quality, it would be a fairly normal thing. After all, he possessed the strength of the Martial Emperor realm.

But Chen Han.

In terms of combat experience and on-the-spot reaction, he is not even inferior to Ye Lao.

Even if there was a gap, Chen Han was catching up at an extremely fast speed.

With the rapid growth of Chen Han's strength, this fierce battle is becoming more and more exciting, and the two brothers and sisters of Ye Liangchen who watched it were simply breathtaking!

That's it.

It lasted two and a half days.

In order to suppress Chen Han, Ye Lao had to improve his strength again and again. But even so, he can only be narrowly defeated by Chen Han!

Even.

In the last few games of the second day, Chen Han won in a row!

Until the last victory.

Chen Han stopped the offensive and sat down cross-legged instead.

"What's wrong with him......" Looking at Chen Han who was sitting on the ground, Ye Meijing couldn't help but ask.

"In the fight with me, he got some insights. Ye Lao's face was a little lonely, no matter what, he was also a powerhouse of the Martial Emperor's twelvefold. Although he only used the power of the Martial Venerable realm, he was defeated in the hands of Chen Han again and again, and his face was already a little unbearable. He waved his hand and motioned for his two disciples to leave. "Now, don't disturb Chen Han. ”

Let's talk about it.

The crowd left the chamber.

Before leaving.

Ye Lao couldn't help but glance at Chen Han, whose eyes were closed, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

It is said that Chen Han is a genius who is rare in a thousand years, or even ten thousand years!

But.

Who can see that under Chen Han's strength, there is constantly sweating hard work?

Take another look at his two unsuccessful apprentices.

Ye Lao's heart couldn't help but sigh again, and he hated that iron could not be made of steel, and said, "You two ...... If Chen Han had half the effort, now, at least he would be a powerhouse in the Martial Saint Realm!"

Ye Liangchen and Ye Meijing were dumbfounded for a while.

Comparisons are odious.

However, they could not refute it.

......

Following.

Early in the morning, the Marquis selection competition officially began.

More than 300 counts, one by one. The strong strength has pushed this selection competition to a peak!

Follow the rules.

Each opponent competes in a contest of 100 moves.

The loser is eliminated directly.

If it is within 100 moves, there is no decisive victory. Then it will be up to the five princes to judge who can advance according to the on-the-spot performance of both sides.

The Marquis selection competition is in full swing.

But.

There are a small number of people, but they can't help but wonder secretly.

"Why didn't Chen Han come?" Prince Rong looked around the audience. Although, in this battle, Chen Han's cultivation can only rank at the level of the upper and middle reaches. But he still hoped to see that Chen Han could turn around and become a marquis in one fell swoop! But now, Chen Han did not show up, which made him wonder a little in his heart. "Ye Lao, you have been helping Chen Han train these days, has something happened to him?"

Chen Han has gained insights in the battle and is making breakthroughs. Ye Lao said slowly.

Hear the words.

Prince Rong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

No one can say for sure.

Maybe.

In an instant, you can understand it.

Maybe.

It takes ten days and half a month.

But now, it is the key to the selection competition, and Chen Han is absent, how is this good.

Some other well-intentioned people also noticed that Chen Han didn't come. They were secretly excited, because in any case, one less strong opponent would increase their chances of being promoted to marquis. It's just that the strength of these people is basically not very good.

And those who are strong will not care at all about who comes and who doesn't.

The competition has officially begun.

Originally.

There should be seven hundred and twenty counts, but some of them belong to the spies of the Four Holy Lands, and they have already been secretly eliminated by Chen Han. So now there are only about 600 left!

However, the pressure of competition between them has increased a lot.

According to the lottery system.

Chen Han's game happened to be in the last round, which made Ye Lao and Prince Rong both breathe a sigh of relief.

Now.

They can only hope that Chen Han can end his perception before his game arrives!

The Marquis Trials.

The distribution of the strength of these more than 600 counts simply belongs to two extremes. Among the elders, each of them has at least the strength of the Martial Venerable Realm of the Eightfold Realm, and even a very few have reached the Martial Saint Realm.

This is exactly what the old prince described......

"The earl wants to reach the eightfold level of the Martial Venerable Realm!"

"The Marquis wants to reach the Martial Saint Realm Double!"

"The Duke must reach the Martial Saint Realm Eightfold!"

"If you want to become a prince, you must have the strength above the sixfold level of the Martial Emperor realm!"

But.

Those new counts who have gone through the task of the bones of the 100,000 mountain gods are indeed not very strong. Most of them are under the sixfold martial arts, and there are even some people, even only the Martial Emperor realm.

This scene.

The five princes who acted as referees couldn't help but shake their heads again and again, and at the same time secretly felt in their hearts that using this kind of selection competition was indeed a pretty good means. It can avoid some indiscriminate guys who have mixed up with the position of the marquis. And this way of playing, only the strong can hold on to it until the end!

Gradually.

The race is getting faster and faster.

Many people, between the two sides, only a dozen moves, have already decided the winner. What can really be done with a hundred moves has never happened at all.

Soon.

It was already approaching evening, and the sky was getting darker and darker.

In order to keep the game going, torches were raised all around, and the surroundings were lit up as bright as day!

"The last game, Wang Jing and Chen Han!"

As soon as the words fell.

There was an awkward silence in the room.

Because, Chen Han still hasn't arrived!

Wang Jing was stunned in the ring, and after a while, there was a huge laugh: "Hahahaha...... I'm so lucky, Chen Han is not here. I have a chance to become a marquis!Referee, hurry up and declare my victory......"

Hear the words.

Prince Rong, who served as the referee, looked dissatisfied.

He looked down on this Wang Jing very much.

This fat man, if it weren't for Chen Han's light, would not have become an earl. Now, is he actually going to eliminate Chen Han?

Of course.

Prince Rong won't allow this to happen!

With a flick of his right finger, a stick of incense flew out and was inserted on the incense burner.

"A stick of incense, if Chen Han doesn't come, even if you advance!" Prince Rong said lightly.

Time.

Everyone's eyes are focused on burning incense!