Pointing to the young man on the left side of the high platform, Han Muye said calmly: "In this round, Ling Juezong Qi Tao wins."
Although his voice was not loud, the powerful men from various sects who were paying special attention in front heard it.
"Hey, I wonder why my friend said that?" In front of him, a Taoist with gray hair wearing a blue cloud-patterned Taoist robe turned his head, looked at Han Muye, and spoke with a smile.
"The poor Taoist Ling Juezong Qi Mingyuan, I'm curious as to how I saw that Qi Tao can win."
"I am also curious, how could I conclude that my Duanhua Sword Sect will lose this round?" Another old man with a simple face, Ge Yi, also turned his head, with an expression on his face that was not displeased, but just plain.
Others more or less focused their attention on Han Muye.
Han Muye also didn't expect that the elders of the two families he was commenting on were sitting in the front.
It was a little awkward for a while.
He turned around and saw Tuoba Cheng's face was expressionless, while Zhao Pu was looking at him curiously, 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 the two people on the stage is the top elite of their respective sects. Judging from the records, their qualifications, cultivation and understanding are about the same."
Han Muye pressed his hand on the page in front of him and spoke loudly.
Zhao Pu nodded.
It was because there was no difference in strength between the two on the pages of the book that he dared not judge.
It’s not shameful to say it, it’s shameful to say it’s wrong.
"But as a sword cultivator, I should have sword energy and sword bones."
"At this time on the stage, Qi Tao's figure and momentum are obviously more powerful."
"As Uncle Tuoba said, he has the courage that a strong man should have."
Zhao Pu was stunned and looked up at the high platform.
Sure enough, when the battle just started, the two people who were supposed to be evenly matched turned out to be completely one-sided.
Ling Juezong's Qitao long sword was swung and closed, and the sword energy was everywhere.
The person on the opposite side was completely suppressed and retreated step by step.
"Really, it's really like that..." Zhao Pu whispered softly.
The masters of various sects in the front row also nodded slightly.
Ling Juezong Qi Mingyuan turned to Han Muye with a smile and cupped his hands.
On the high platform, there was no suspense about the outcome of the battle.
In just ten moves, Qi Tao rolled his long sword and knocked down the opponent's sword.
The result of this competition was exactly as Han Muye predicted.
"Ling Juezong Qitao wins." The host on the stage shouted.
Many people sitting in the front row turned around and looked at Han Muye a few more times.
Among the young disciples of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, he is not an ordinary person who can have such a precise vision.
"Haha, little friend, could you comment on Qi Tao's game?" Qi Mingyuan stood up, looked at Han Muye with a smile, and then pointed at the two people standing tall on the high platform.
Is this taking the business of reviewing and motivating winners and passing it on to yourself?
Han Muye was slightly startled.
The people who commented before were all the strong men of various sects sitting in the front row. Their cultivation level should be at the level of foundation building, or even masters of the realm.
These people have rich experience and sharp eyesight. Even if they talk in general terms, they still have some practical information.
Compared with these people, Han Muye's qualifications and experience were as thin as a piece of paper.
"Junior Brother Han, please say a few words."
Zhao Pu spoke up, looked ahead and said: "Our Jiuxuan Sword Sect is hosting this gathering. If there are truly outstanding elites, we are willing to vigorously cultivate them."
Han Muye heard Zhao Pu say yesterday that the Jiuxuan Sword Sect would reward the young elites in the sects under their rule who were worthy of development due to their good qualifications and good temperament.
This is considered an investment.
When this person grows into a master, he will definitely repay the favor.
Moreover, it would also be beneficial to Jiuxuan Sword Sect to train a few more masters in the sect under their control.
In the world of cultivation, if we talk about cause and effect, those who take the resources will mostly be close to the Jiuxuan Sword Sect and contribute to the Jiuxuan Sword Sect. They are considered to be close to the Jiuxuan Sect.
Hearing Zhao Pu's words, Han Muye smiled and nodded.
Zhao Pu was telling him that he could comment whatever he wanted, but in the end it would only count if he put down real resources.
Even if you praise others now and say nothing, they won't really appreciate you.
"Ahem——"
Standing up and looking forward, Han Muye coughed lightly.
Suddenly, the two people on the high platform and those watching the battle were attracted to him.
Qi Tao and the people around him were stunned.
Such a young Jiuxuan Sword Sect disciple is here to comment on this battle?
The disciples from various sects who were watching the battle below looked at Han Muye, and all kinds of discussions started quietly.
Han Muye looked about the same age as them. Although he was wearing the clothes of an inner disciple of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, was he qualified to comment on the battle situation?
"Who is this? A master from the inner sect of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect?" Someone whispered in confusion.
"I don't know, he is probably a strong man. Haven't you seen Zhao Pu, an elite member of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, sitting on an equal footing with him?"
"Junior Brother Han..." Under the high stage, Lu Qingping looked at Han Muye who stood up, with a trace of astonishment flashing in her eyes.
"Hey, it's him." Lin Yuxia's eyes lit up, holding a long sword.
"It's him!" Under the stage, the young boy who had met Han Muye at Suzhen Tower yesterday was stunned and exclaimed in a low voice.
Another 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 outer disciples of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect gathered, Qiao Qing'er said with a curious look on her face with a smile.
Beside Qiao Qing'er, the pale-faced Huo Ping lowered his head, holding the sword tightly in his palm, his fingers turning white.
"Ling Juezong Qitao."
Han Muye spoke.
Qi Tao on the high platform hurriedly handed over his hands.
"You are practicing your Ling Juezong's Zhenzong swordsmanship Jueyun, 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 Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
A trace of disappointment flashed across his face. He originally thought he could get some advice, but looking at it now, it probably won't be possible.
"This guy is quite capable. He can tell what kind of swordsmanship Qi Tao has practiced." Someone spoke in a low voice under the high platform.
"Tch, that's recorded. This guy might not be able to say anything. Just read it from the record." Someone said disdainfully.
The originally noisy scene gradually became quiet, and everyone was waiting for Han Muye to continue his comments.
Han Muye looked at Qi Tao with both eyes, and the swordsmanship Jueyun kept flashing in his mind.
"Your swordsmanship is quite good, and it has reached the stage where clouds and waves gather and disperse." Han Muye's next words made Qi Tao's expression change.
Qi Mingyuan, the powerful Ling Juezong man in front of Han Muye, also changed his expression.
"It's just that your foundation is still not strong enough. If you want to reach the state of turbulence, you still need the firepower." Han Muye spoke again.
Qi Tao looked at Han Muye with wide eyes, his hands clasping his fists trembling slightly.
"My little friend, I wonder if you could be more specific?" Qi Mingyuan turned around and cupped his hands towards Han Muye, and then whispered: "Qi Tao is a dog."
Hearing his words, Han Muye smiled softly.
No wonder this guy is so interested.
Waving his hand, Han Muye looked at Qi Tao: "If you want to cultivate to the point of surging, you need to work hard on your steps."
pace?
Qi Tao nodded slightly and hurriedly raised his hands, ready to express his thanks.
No matter what Han Muye said was true or false, he still gave advice.
At this moment, Han Muye suddenly said again: "Of course, if you want to cultivate to the third level of Fengjuanlanglan, hard work in the light is useless."
Qi Tao opened his mouth with a blank look on his face.
Qi Mingyuan trembled all over and bowed to Han Muye: "Little friend, can you really reach the third level of Jueyun Swordsmanship?"
He looked up at Han Muye and smiled without saying a word, and hurriedly whispered: "If my little friend can point out the third level of swordsmanship, I, Ling Juezong, will give me one hundred thousand spiritual stones."
One hundred thousand spirit stones!
Zhao Pu turned to look at Han Muye, as if he didn't recognize him.
"Things that have nothing to do with the party competition will be discussed later."
At this moment, Tuoba Cheng, who had been silent, spoke faintly.
Let’s finish.
Qi Mingyuan hurriedly cupped his hands towards Tuoba Chengyi and sat back down.
what's the situation?
In the audience, countless people looked stunned.
The voice of the questions and answers on the high platform was quite loud. Anyone who has cultivated to the Qi Condensation stage and has a keen hearing can hear it clearly.
Han Muye not only gave instructions on swordsmanship, but also pointed out the obstacles to subsequent practice.
Even the masters of Ling Juezong would have to spend 100,000 spirit stones to buy this advice.
Doesn't this mean that one piece of advice from him is worth one hundred thousand spiritual stones?
Under the stage, the eyes of the disciples from various sects who were preparing to take the stage shone brightly.
"It will be my turn to take the stage in a while. I want to see if he can give me some advice." A tall young man whispered, holding a long sword in his hand.
"This Senior Brother Han is really quite capable." Qiao Qing'er whispered, causing many people around her to nod. Only Huo Ping looked uglier.
Han Muye smiled slightly, and then looked at the two people on the high platform who were about to step down.
"Fu Zhou of the Duanhua Sword Sect, you were actually defeated a bit unfairly."
Han Muye's words made the two people on the stage turn around again.
The defeated Fu Zhou didn't expect to receive any comments. He looked at Han Muye and bowed slightly.
The old man from the Duanhua Sword Sect sitting in front also turned around and looked at Han Muye.
Want to comment on the loser?
Everyone in the audience looked at Han Muye again.
Han Muye didn't want to force the drama.
There were just some things he had to say.
