Perhaps only after people have experienced various negative emotions such as falls, pain, loneliness, etc., can they slowly get up in the darkness and walk towards the dawn step by step.
Just like the true growth of a seed, it always has to go through a long germination period in the dark soil.
This is probably why Di Changfeng suddenly emerged.
Everyone was amazed at the transformation of that young boy. They didn't care much about him at first, so they all looked at him in shock.
But no one knew that during this period of time, day and night, he had explored every hill and every river on the sand table in Qinghuitang. If there was any uncertainty, he would search for it.
Use geography to verify and confirm again and again until you understand everything.
All efforts will be rewarded, it's just a matter of time.
When Di Changfeng heard the news that he was ranked first, he was not very happy. He just turned around and left the ring silently, and went to look for Murong Xuan on the stage.
The first victory doesn't mean anything, because it's a knockout system, and you only need to stay in the top ten in the first round to enter the second round.
Yin Yuanwu looked at Di Changfeng's back with dark eyes, curled his hands into fists, and suppressed the anger in his heart.
The second round, the second round is the time to see the real chapter!
The atmosphere on the court was tense, and off the court Ning Yujin was more nervous than anyone else.
Her eyes flew all over the place, falling on Di Changfeng for a while, Murong Xuan for a while, and Mo Jingxiao for a while.
Mo Jingxiao had been looking at everything below indifferently from the high stand, with his signature expressionless face, making it impossible to read any emotions.
Occasionally, Murong Xuan would raise his head to look up, then quickly turn back to tell Di Changfeng something.
Di Changfeng nodded, and without taking a long rest, he went on stage and started drawing lots.
The competition adopts a confrontation system, with random draws and groups of two.
Ning Yujin muttered in a low voice with resentment: "Don't draw Yin Yuanwu, don't draw Yin Yuanwu, don't draw Yin Yuanwu..."
I don't know whether it was Di Changfeng's character problem or Ning Yujin's crow's mouth was too effective. Yin Yuanwu held the same number as Di Changfeng and smiled: "What a coincidence, we have met again."
Di Changfeng glanced at him coldly, did not answer, and reached out to hand the number plate in his hand to the registrar.
Yin Yuanwu was almost twelve years older than Di Changfeng. In his opinion, there was really nothing to argue with a brat who was still young. But when he thought that he was recommended by Mo Jingxiao and had the upper hand in the first competition,
He wished he could take off all his arms and legs.
This brat is as annoying as Mo Jingxiao!
Ning Yujin was really anxious at this moment, but her eyes scanned both sides of Murong Xuan and Mo Jingxiao, but she didn't see any abnormal behavior between them.
Is it possible that these two people are not worried about Di Changfeng at all?
Or do they have any other plans?
And she couldn't allow her to think so much, the competition in the ring had already begun.
She watched the two groups absentmindedly, and when Di Changfeng and Yin Yuanwu came on the stage, she felt as if she had chewed two licorice sticks, and she suddenly woke up.
The two parties bowed to each other, and after saying "Let's go", they went back and forth on the stage to greet each other.
During this period, Di Changfeng has been studying the art of war with great concentration, practicing martial arts seriously every day, and with Mo Jingxiao's guidance at all times, his progress has been extremely fast, and he can deal with attacks calmly.
Yin Yuanwu never thought that Di Changfeng was still a little overweight, so he couldn't help but strike harder and harder, hitting Di Changfeng's throat with a chokehold.
Di Changfeng raised his head and dodged, and was forced to take a few steps back, with his hands on the weapon rack behind him.
Seeing Yin Yuanwu approaching, he casually drew out a silver spear, pulled out a spear and stabbed him straight through.
"good!"
There was a burst of cheers from below.
General Di has won so many battles with just one spear. Although Di Changfeng is not as savvy as Mo Jingxiao, he is still very good at using his own marksmanship.
This was the first time that Ning Yujin saw Di Changfeng acting in a serious manner. In the past, every time he went against her, he was defeated in an extremely frustrating way. Thinking about it, if he really came to be violent with her, how could she tease him?
Seeing that Di Changfeng was getting better, Ning Yujin finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Could it be that the reason why Murong Xuan and Mo Jingxiao were not worried about him at all was because they felt that Di Changfeng could win with his own abilities?
Now it seems that it is not impossible.
Ning Yujin saw Yin Yuanwu casually pull out a big knife and exchange dozens of moves with Di Changfeng. Before she could even notice and nod, she saw Yin Yuanwu suddenly approaching Di Changfeng, almost in front of him.
Di Changfeng's silver spear blocked his attack. The two looked at each other with hatred.
Yin Yuanwu tried his best but couldn't get the sword forward, and thought to himself: He underestimated this kid.
After thinking about it, he suddenly raised his lips and smiled sinisterly: "Di Changfeng, don't you want to kill His Highness the King?"
The silver gun in Di Changfeng's hand loosened for a moment, and then he held it back violently.
His handsome eyebrows lowered his eyes and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "What did you say?"
"Haha, I thought you wouldn't be angry." Yin Yuanwu smiled easily, but the strength in his hands did not relax at all.
Di Changfeng ignored the nonsense and asked directly: "What did you do to His Highness Prince Ding?"
"I haven't done anything. His Highness Prince Ding is sitting there peacefully, don't you see?"
Di Changfeng raised his head and glanced at the stands. Before he paid much attention to Mo Jingxiao, Yin Yuanwu pushed him hard and hit him directly on the weapon rack.
"Bang Dang Dang... Bang Dang..."
Various weapons were scattered on the ground. Di Changfeng staggered for two steps before he stabilized his body. He covered his chest with one hand and frowned.
Ning Yujin was so anxious down there that she almost jumped up. What on earth was the little brat doing? They were fighting, what was he thinking!
Unexpectedly, this was just the beginning. This time, Yin Yuanwu threw away the weapon in his hand, walked up to Di Changfeng step by step, and kicked him directly.
That kick was real, landing on the chest, and kicked Di Changfeng far away. Di Changfeng was lying on the ring, with a bright red color on the corner of his mouth.
The people around him didn't shout to stop, and Yin Yuanwu didn't intend to let him go. He slowly walked up to him, stretched out his hand to grab his collar, lifted him up, and then gave him a fierce left hook.
Di Changfeng's face immediately showed red marks, and bloodshot eyes overflowed from the other corner of his mouth. However, he did not make any resistance and allowed Yin Yuanwu to torture him.
This sudden turn of events made Ning Yujin extremely worried. She felt that she had to go to Murong Xuan for an explanation now.
But just as he moved a little further, he heard a clear male voice from the side: "Where are you going, Miss Three? Are you planning to neglect your duties?"
When Ning Yujin heard this smiling voice, she couldn't help but cursed in her heart: Damn it! I look like this and someone still recognizes her?!