"Accept!" The man in the strong suit turned his hand and put away the mountain axe, and said with a fist to Yang Ming, who had already stood up in the audience.

"Brother Pang has taught me many times!" Yang Ming also put away his long sword, returned the salute, and then turned around, jumped upstairs, and returned to his seat.

And the young man in the strong suit didn't plan to continue to fight with others, and he had just consumed a lot of money in the battle with Yang Ming.

Jumped, swished, jumped up to the second floor, and returned to his seat.

After the two left, immediately after, two more warriors jumped onto the high platform.

Two martial artists, one is young and the other is middle-aged, the young man is a disciple of the sect, and the middle-aged man is a martial artist who is a loose cultivator.

There is not much difference between the cultivation realms of the two, both of them are three-star sword spirit realms.

Although the cultivation realm is about the same, everyone present is not very good-looking at the middle-aged man.

Because compared to the disciples of the sect, the loose cultivators have a fundamental disadvantage, and that is the cultivation resources.

Whether it is the martial arts of cultivation, or the exercises, or the elixir weapons, etc., the scattered martial artists cannot be compared with the disciples of the sect. This also creates a congenital gap.

The so-called one does not lag behind, step by step, with the strength of getting stronger and stronger, such a gap will gradually expand, and eventually become a moat, which makes people unable to cross.

Many sect disciples are basically able to fight beyond the level in the face of loose cultivators, and those with a large gap can fight beyond the stars, and even if the gap is small, they can also fight across one or two small realms.

This is also the reason why most of the sect's disciples look down on loose cultivators.

"Li Qiu!" The middle-aged warrior drew his sword out of its sheath and looked at the young man with a solemn face. Whisper your name.

"You don't have to tell me what your name is, because I can't remember the names of anyone who has fallen under my hands!" the young man said casually as he took out his long sword from the empty ring, pressed his five fingers on the scabbard.

There was a lot of disdain and confidence in the tone.

Hearing the young man's words, the middle-aged martial artist's face sank slightly, but he seemed to have already understood that this was the habit of almost all sect disciples, and there was not the slightest anger on his face.

"Pick up!"

With a loud shout, the middle-aged warrior's body was vertical. Burst out. A sword slashed into the air, slashing towards the other party.

"Hehe, carving insect skills!" The disdain in the young man's eyes became even stronger.

The five fingers snapped suddenly, and the sword was drawn out of its sheath. Meanwhile. Slipping out of his feet. He raised his sword and met him.

On the fence on the fourth floor, Northern Gao Han looked up at Helian Jue and the others opposite, and saw that the other party didn't seem to have the intention of making a move. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, then lowered his head, looked at the two people fighting fiercely on the high platform below, and said softly: "It seems that the young man is going to win!"

"Not necessarily!" Hearing this, Han Chen said lightly.

"Why? He's at a disadvantage, and he barely has the power to fight back!" Hearing this, Northern Gao Han said in astonishment.

The gap between the cultivators of the martial arts and the disciples of the sect has been clearly verified by these two people.

The two fought only twenty moves, and the young man quickly gained a trace of the upper hand, and at this time, a hundred moves passed, and the young man had completely and steadily gained the upper hand.

On the other hand, the middle-aged warrior was suppressed to the death, although the long sword was also dancing, but it was more defended and less attacked, and it was almost ten swords to swing a sword to attack.

It can be said that the situation is already very clear at this time, and the defeat of the middle-aged warrior is already an ironclad fact, it is just a matter of time.

"Hehe, indeed, a loose cultivator is indeed inferior to a sect disciple in terms of cultivation resources!" Looking at the northern high cold with a stunned face, Han Chen said with a light smile: "It's just that the quality of cultivation resources is not the standard for measuring whether a martial artist is strong or not!"

Han Chen's meaning, Northern Gao Han naturally understands that superior cultivation resources only provide a lot of convenience for martial artists, and they don't need to worry about cultivation resources, they only need to fully exert their own qualifications and talents and work hard to cultivate.

However, cultivation resources do not represent the strength of a martial artist.

Sometimes, even if it is a volume of martial arts of the yellow class, and the essence of it has been comprehended, the power displayed is not inferior to the martial arts of the Xuan class.

It's the same as the one who cultivates martial arts and steps into the realm of martial arts.

"It's just that with the current situation, can the middle-aged martial artist really be able to reverse the situation?" Northern Gao Han was very curious.

Han Chen just smiled faintly and didn't explain much.

Seeing this, Northern Gao Han didn't ask much, he lowered his head and looked carefully, he really wanted to know if the result was as Han Chen guessed.

Looking at it this way, the northern alpine suddenly realized that something was wrong.

At this time, although the middle-aged martial artist was at a disadvantage and suppressed the other party, his eyes were the same as before, there was no change in the slightest, although his breathing was a little short, but he was not disordered, and between the steps under his feet, he was also well-founded and did not panic at all.

Under the wind offensive of the young man, although he was completely suppressed and seemed to have little power to fight back, he was always able to resist the opponent's attack without defeat.

And this was noticed by only a small number of people in the entire auction, which naturally did not include the young people who were fighting against it.

Time is slowly slipping away, and at this time, the two have already exchanged more than 300 moves!

On the high platform in the lobby, two figures moved rapidly, constantly staggering, and each time they staggered, the two swords collided, and dazzling sparks burst out in the air.

The young man's face was gloomy, no matter how weak his observation was, at this time, he had already found that something was wrong, the other party was like a rock, no matter how fierce his offensive was, he would never be able to break through the opponent's last trace of defense and defeat it.

Thinking of this, his face suddenly became even more gloomy, he was a disciple of a sect of the eighth grade, and he was actually a casual cultivator with the same cultivation realm, and he fought more than 300 moves, but he didn't defeat the other party, which made him feel ashamed.

His mind quickly swept through the dantian and probed the true element in the cyclone. From the beginning to the present, he has always had the upper hand and constantly attacked, so his true yuan was also consumed quickly, and at this time, the cyclone was empty, and only three percent of the true yuan remained.

"One trick to solve you!" the young man's eyes flashed coldly, and he secretly said fiercely in his heart.

Thinking of this, the young man slashed his sword and shook the opponent back, and he quickly retreated as well.

Straight out of five or six zhang, the young man stepped on his feet, stopped, and then his heart moved, and all the three true yuan in the dantian were urged out, surging wildly in the meridians.

"Defeat me!"

The young man burst into a shout, and the long sword in his hand 'bear' burned into a fierce flame, like a long sword condensed by flames, and the momentum was amazing.

The young man's arm shook, and the long sword slashed horizontally, and a thick sword light burning with flames cut through the air and slashed towards the middle-aged martial artist in front of him.

Looking at the flame sword that slashed at him, the middle-aged warrior's face couldn't help but change, his arm shook, and eleven swords were split out in an instant.

The eleven sword rays, although they were also extremely thick and imposing, but under that flame sword ray, they were extremely fragile, and they were only slightly resisted, and they were cut and destroyed one by one.

However, the middle-aged martial artist didn't expect these eleven sword rays at all, he could resist this sword of the young man, he knew very well that although the martial arts he cultivated were of good grade, he definitely couldn't compare with the other party, and he didn't have the slightest advantage at all when he collided with them.

Besides, his plan at the beginning was not a hard hit.

So after slashing out eleven sword rays, his body jumped to the side in a vertical direction.

At the same time, the thick flame sword also smashed all the eleven sword rays, brushed the body of the middle-aged martial artist, and slashed towards the opposite side.

The middle-aged warrior who dodged the opponent's astonishingly powerful sword pointed his toes on the ground and rushed towards the young man.

At this time, the young man was already dumbfounded, he had no idea that the result would be like this. The supreme sword that he spent the last true yuan to cut out was dodged by the other party in such a way, and he didn't even suffer a little injury.

The middle-aged martial artist didn't pay attention to what the young man was thinking, his body exploded, and the distance of nearly ten zhang crossed in an instant, and he came to the young man, and slashed towards the other party with a sword.

The young man immediately raised his sword to resist, but at this time, his dantian cyclone was empty, and there was no trace of true yuan at all.

When a martial artist loses his true element, his power is no longer great, and his strength is terrifying, how can he resist the sword of a middle-aged martial artist.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, the young man's arm shook, the five-fingered tiger's mouth cracked, and he could no longer hold the sword, and the long sword was directly split and flew out.

The middle-aged warrior's face was still solemn, as before, without the slightest change.

After slashing the opponent's sword, he flicked his wrist and slapped a sword across the young man's chest.

The young man's face turned pale instantly, and he opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood, and directly slapped it out of the high platform.

"My name is Li Qiu!" Looking at the young man who was raised high and slowly stood up with his chest covered, the middle-aged warrior's always solemn face slowly turned indifferent, and his voice was cold.

Hearing this, the young man's face suddenly became gloomy.

Earlier he also said that he would not remember the names of those he defeated. But he didn't expect that he was the one who lost in the end, and the other party's words were simply slapping him in the face!

After the words fell, the middle-aged martial artist didn't look at the other party again, the disciples of the Scattered Martial Artist Sect already had congenital hostility.

The latter looks down on the former, and the former looks down on the latter.

Therefore, the middle-aged warrior has no intention of befriending the youth at all. Raising his hand, he inserted his sword into its scabbard, lifted his breath, and returned to his seat.

And after the young man retrieved his sword, he also slowly returned to his seat.

Two left, followed by two more on stage.

However, at this time, Northern Gao Han didn't have the heart to look at it, but looked at Han Chen in surprise with his eyes, and said, "How did you know that the middle-aged martial artist would win!"

"Hehe, compared to the disciples of the sect, the cultivators of the scattered cultivators are indeed incomparable in terms of cultivation resources!" Han Chen smiled slightly and said, "But there is one point, which the disciples of the sect cannot compare. ”

"What is it?" asked Northern Gaohan.

"Experience!" Han Chen smiled slightly. (To be continued......)