Stretching out his hand and pointing to the young man on the left side of the high platform, Han Muye said lightly: "In this game, Ling Juezong Qi Tao wins." ”

Although his voice was not loud, it was heard by the powerhouses of all the sects in front of him.

"Hey, I don't know why Xiaoyou said that?" Ahead, a Taoist wearing a cyan moire robe with gray hair turned his head, looked at Han Muye, and said with a smile.

"Qi Mingyuan, the poor Dao Ling Sect, is curious about how Xiaoyou can see that Qi Tao can win."

"The old man is also curious, how could Xiaoyou conclude that I am going to lose this game from the Hua Sword Sect." Another old man in Ge Yi with a simple face also turned his head, and there was no displeasure on his face, just plain.

The others more or less focused on Han Muye.

Han Muye didn't expect that the two elders he commented on were sitting in front of him.

It was a little awkward for a while.

He turned his head and saw Tuoba Cheng's expressionless face, while Zhao Pu looked at him with a curious expression, as if he was also curious about why he was so sure.

Since it was Tuoba Cheng's test, Han Muye no longer flinched.

"Neither of them on the stage is the top elite of their respective sects, and judging from the records, their qualifications and cultivation are almost the same."

Han Muye pressed his hand on the page in front of him and spoke loudly.

Zhao Pu nodded.

It's just that the difference in strength between the two can't be seen on the page at all, so he doesn't dare to judge.

Don't say it's a shame, it's a shame to say it's wrong.

"But my sword cultivation should have sword qi and sword bones."

"At this time, on the stage, it is obvious that Qi Tao's figure and momentum are better."

"As Uncle Tuoba said, he has more courage that a strong person should have."

Zhao Pu was stunned and looked up at the high platform.

Sure enough, as soon as the battle started, the two who were supposed to be evenly matched, the battle situation was completely one-sided.

Ling Jue Zong's Qi Tao long sword swung and closed, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal.

The person on the other side was completely suppressed and retreated step by step.

"Really, really......" Zhao Pu whispered.

The masters of the various sects in the front row also nodded slightly.

Ling Jue Sect Qi Mingyuan turned his head towards Han Muye and arched his hand with a smile.

On the high platform, there is no suspense in the battle situation.

However, in ten moves, Qi Tao's long sword rolled and knocked off the sword in the opponent's hand.

The result of this competition is really as predicted by Han Muye.

"Ling Jue Sect Qi Tao, win." The presiding officer on the stage shouted.

Many of the people sitting in the front row turned their heads and looked at Han Muye a few more times.

Among the young disciples of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, it is not easy for someone to have such an accurate vision.

"Hehe, little friend, I don't know if you can comment a few words on Qi Tao's game?" Qi Mingyuan stood up, looked at Han Muye with a smile, and then stretched out his hand to point to the two people standing on the high platform.

Is this the business of motivating the winner of the review to be pushed to yourself?

Han Muye was slightly stunned.

The people who commented before were all those powerhouses of various sects sitting in the front row, and their cultivation should be foundation-building, or even masters of the realm.

These people are experienced and have a vicious vision, even if they talk in generalities, they are a bit dry.

Compared with these people, Han Muye's qualifications and experience are as thin as a blank sheet of paper.

"Senior Brother Han, say a few words."

Zhao Pu spoke up, looked ahead and said, "I, the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, host this gathering, if there are really outstanding elites, we are also willing to vigorously cultivate them." ”

Han Muye heard Zhao Pu say yesterday that for the young elites in the sect under his rule, they are really qualified and have good temperament, and they can be cultivated, and the Nine Xuan Sword Sect will reward them separately.

It's an investment.

When this person grows into a master, he will inevitably reciprocate.

Moreover, cultivating a few more masters in the sect under his rule is also beneficial to the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

In the cultivation world, talking about cause and effect, those who have taken resources, most of them will be close to the Nine Xuan Sword Sect in the future, and those who contribute to the Nine Xuan Sword Gate can be regarded as pro-Jiu Xuan faction.

Hearing Zhao Pu's words, Han Muye nodded with a smile.

Zhao Pu is telling him to comment casually, anyway, in the end, it will only count if the real resources are pressed down.

Even if you praise others as flowers and empty mouths and white teeth, people won't really appreciate you much.

"Ahem—"

Standing up and looking ahead, Han Muye coughed lightly.

Suddenly, the two people on the high platform, as well as those watching the battle around him, were attracted to him.

Qi Tao and the people around him were stunned.

Such a young disciple of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect came to comment on this battle?

The disciples of the various sects watching the battle below looked at Han Muye, and all kinds of discussions quietly rose.

Han Muye looked at him about the same age as them, although he was wearing the clothes of the inner disciple of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, was he qualified to comment on the battle situation?

"Who is this? The master of the inner door in the Nine Xuan Sword Gate? Someone whispered in confusion.

"I don't know, it's estimated that he's a strong man, haven't you seen Zhao Pu, the elite of the Inner Gate of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, sitting on an equal footing with him?"

"Senior Brother Han......" Under the high stage, Lu Qingping looked at Han Muye who stood up, and a trace of astonishment flashed in her eyes.

"Hey, it's him." Lin Yuxia's eyes lit up with a long sword in her hand.

"It's him!" Under the high stage, the young man who had seen Han Muye in Suzhen Building yesterday was stunned and exhaled in a low voice.

The other young man behind him narrowed his eyes and looked at Han Muye on the stage.

"Hey, Senior Brother Han actually wants to comment on this battle." Not far from the stage, where a group of disciples from the outer sect of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect gathered, Qiao Qing'er, who looked curious, smiled and spoke.

On Qiao Qing'er's side, the pale-faced Huo Ping lowered his head, his palm tightly grasped the long sword, and his fingers turned white.

"Ling Jue Sect Qi Tao."

Han Muye spoke.

Qi Tao on the high platform hurriedly gave up his hand.

"You're cultivating your Ling Jue Sect's Zhen Sect Sword Technique, right?" Han Muye spoke again.

Qi Tao looked up at Han Muye.

These messages were recorded before participating in the competition and reported to the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

A hint of disappointment flashed on his face, he thought he could get some guidance, but now that he looks at it, it is estimated that it is impossible.

"This guy has a bit of ability, and he can see what swordsmanship Qi Tao is cultivating." Under the high stage, someone spoke in a low voice.

"Cut, that's a record, this guy may not be able to say anything, read it according to the record." Someone spoke out disdainfully.

The originally noisy scene slowly quieted down, waiting for Han Muye to continue to comment.

Han Muye's eyes looked at Qi Tao, and in his mind, swordsmanship clouds kept flashing.

"Your swordsmanship is good, and you have reached the realm of clouds gathering and scattering." Han Muye's next sentence made Qi Tao's face pale.

Qi Mingyuan, the powerhouse of the Ling Jue Sect in front of Han Muye, also had a change in his expression.

"It's just that your foundation is still not strong enough, and if you want to reach the turbulent realm, you still have a short time to go." Han Muye spoke again.

Qi Tao looked at Han Muye with wide eyes, and his fist-hugging hand trembled slightly.

"Little friend, I don't know if you might say it in detail?" Qi Mingyuan turned around and arched his hand towards Han Muye, and then said in a low voice: "Qi Tao is a dog. ”

Hearing his words, Han Muye smiled lightly.

No wonder this one is so attentive.

Waving his hand, Han Muye looked at Qi Tao: "If you want to cultivate until the wind is surging, you need to practice the steps under your feet." ”

Pace?

Qi Tao nodded slightly, and hurriedly gave up his hand, ready to thank him.

Regardless of whether what Han Muye said was true or not, he finally gave advice.

At this moment, Han Muye suddenly spoke up again: "Of course, if you want to cultivate to the third level of the storm, it is useless to work hard under the light. ”

Qi Tao opened his mouth with a blank look on his face.

Qi Mingyuan trembled and bowed to Han Muye: "Little friend, can the Jueyun Sword Technique really be cultivated to the third level?" ”

He looked up at Han Muye and smiled without saying a word, and hurriedly whispered: "If Xiaoyou can guide this third essence of swordsmanship, I Ling Jue Sect is willing to give out 100,000 spirit stones." ”

100,000 spirit stones!

Zhao Pu turned his head to look at Han Muye, as if he didn't know him.

"Things that have nothing to do with the party and fight, let's talk about it at the end."

At this moment, Tuoba Cheng, who had been silent, spoke lightly.

We'll talk about it later.

Qi Mingyuan hurriedly bowed his hand towards Tuoba Cheng and sat back in his place.

What's the situation?

In the audience, countless people looked stunned.

The voice of questions and answers on the high platform is not small, but anyone who has cultivated to the condensation stage and has a keen sense of hearing can hear it clearly.

Han Muye not only pointed out the swordsmanship, but also said the obstacles to subsequent cultivation.

This point, even the masters of the Ling Jue Sect have to spend 100,000 spirit stones to buy.

Doesn't this mean that if you can get a word of guidance from him, it is worth 100,000 spirit stones?

Offstage, the eyes of the disciples of the various sects who were about to come to the stage lit up.

"I'll be on stage in a while, and I'll see if he can guide me." A tall young man held a long sword and whispered.

"This Senior Brother Han really has some ability." Qiao Qing'er whispered, causing many people around her to nod, only Huo Ping's color was more ugly.

Han Muye smiled slightly, and then looked at the two people on the high platform who were already preparing to step down.

"Fu Zhou of the Broken China Sword Sect, in fact, you lost a little unjustly."

Han Muye's words made the two on the stage turn around again.

Fu Zhou, who was defeated, didn't expect to get comments, looked at Han Muye, and bowed slightly.

The old man of the Broken Hua Sword Sect who was sitting in front also turned around and looked at Han Muye.

Do you want to comment on the loser?

In the audience, everyone looked at Han Muye again.

Han Muye didn't want to force the drama.

There were just some things he had to say.