Han Ming held this idea and wanted to ask different people what different opinions do different people have about crazy people.
The only person Han Ming can come into contact with is now Lao Li.
After searching at the Pianfeng for a long time, he still couldn't find any trace of Lao Li. Only then did Han Ming remember that today was the last day of the competition among the four major sects. Lao Li must have been watching the game.
Han Ming had only such an idea in his mind at this moment. What is the difference between a crazy person and an ordinary person? Are he just a madman?
Han Ming was eager to hear other people's opinions, so he quickly walked to Dongling Gate, on the mountain used for special competition.
This place has been surrounded by three layers of inner and outer layers.
It is not difficult to find Lao Li. The outer disciple can only stand on the outermost layer to watch. As an outer disciple, Lao Li is naturally standing on the outermost part of the crowd just like the day before yesterday to watch the game on the field.
"Old Li."
Han Ming easily found Lao Li.
"Han Er? You are here."
When Old Li saw that it was Han Ming, he nodded slightly to Han Ming and quickly set his sight on the field.
Han Ming didn't care about watching the game, and just wanted to get his own answer, and asked anxiously: "Old Li, what do you think is the difference between crazy people and ordinary people?"
"Um?"
Old Li unexpectedly looked back at Han Ming. He didn't expect Han Ming to suddenly ask such an inexplicable question.
"Crazy people? That's a madman? What else can a madman have? It's just crazy. His mind is confused and his worldview is also chaotic. He doesn't play according to common sense."
While answering Han Ming's question, Lao Li continued to watch the game.
Han Ming shook his head slightly, this was not the answer he wanted.
"What else?"
"Oh...and, and, there is, the madman is simple in his mind and has no complicated ideas. Many things are done by his most primitive instinct. Generally, few people can truly reverse their ideas, nor can they change their ideas.
Viewpoint. Basically, if these crazy people decide something, they will unswervingly believe that it is correct, just what they think, and do it without regard to any consequences. Moreover, it is probably in the mind of the madman
, and I never thought about any consequences or consequences.”
Hearing these words, Han Ming was shocked.
Although Lao Li's words were rough, Han Ming had roughly grasped some of the things he wanted.
The madman's heart is very simple and cannot be changed by outsiders. Because of simplicity, he is persistent, and because of persistence, he is simple...
"Yes...it should be like this...crazy, simple...no consequences...Isn't that old man such a simple person? He never deliberately pursued the peak of his strength. Instead, he was addicted to his liking.
Among the things, whether at that time or now, this attitude of not seeking to improve one's strength and studying it just because of liking is probably unreasonable and stupid in the eyes of others.
And it was such a crazy, simple, unreasonable stupid guy who finally stepped on those who ridiculed him hard under his feet."
Who doesn’t have talent? Who doesn’t work hard? Why can you stand out? Events are important, but what ultimately determines your destiny is yourself.
When Lao Li heard Han Ming talking to himself alone behind, he quickly asked with concern: "Han Er, are you okay?"
"Ah?" Han Ming came back to his senses, looked at Old Li's surprised gaze, and suddenly felt funny in his heart: "It's okay, don't worry, I'm not crazy."
But from Old Li's suspicious eyes, he was clearly saying, "I think it's not crazy, but it's almost crazy."
"drink!"
A shout came from the stadium. At the same time, a wave of heat swept over. When this wave approached the disciples, a light curtain that seemed to be upside down suddenly appeared, blocking the heat wave and dissipating.
Then, the light curtain disappeared again.
Han Ming followed the sound and happened to see Donglin's right hand forming an eagle claw and grabbed Bei Ling from the air. A fighting spirit with the same eagle claw shape almost flew out against Bei Ling's neck. And Bei Ling's neck.
A shallow blood mark was left on Ling's delicate and fair neck.
In Bei Ling's right hand, a powerful rocket was also condensed.
"I lost..."
Bei Ling looked at Dong Lin with a complicated face, and finally could only sigh and admit defeat. If Dong Lin's fighting spirit had not deflected deliberately, he might have separated from his head and body at this time.
"Mr. Donglin won."
An old man standing on the ground announced with a smile.
The crowd suddenly felt like it was bursting into trouble and discussion started.
"What's going on? This famous silly boy was able to defeat Bingxue's smart senior sister Beiling..."
"It's really..." Another disciple wanted to say, God was blind, and suddenly remembered that Donglin was the son of Venerable Donghua. If this sentence is said, it may cause trouble. So he hurriedly wrote the second half of the sentence
I held it back for a while.
"Silly boy, defeated the third stage of the fifth-level fire magician, the smart Beiling Senior Sister..."
Han Ming suddenly laughed. Donglin's head was the simplest and stupidest one Han Ming had ever seen. He was such a person, but his strength was enough to respect most of the disciples of the four major sects.
"It's a pity... it's not enough... it's just there, but it lacks a lot of madness..."
Han Ming shook his head. Donglin's xingzi Han Ming also knew a little. This kid looked peaceful and peaceful all day long. He was happy to see everyone, and he was teased and didn't know how to fight back. Han Ming
He believed that Donglin's sect was still lacking some wildness and some madness. He had the simplicity and persistence of a madman, but he did not have the madman's madness.
"What's crazy?" Old Li looked at Han Ming blankly. This kid has been muttering since he came just now. I don't know if he was hit and his heart was distorted. Old Li was worried that his eyes would be exposed.
"It's nothing, I'm just talking to myself. Watch the game."
Han Ming smiled without explanation.
Old Li looked at Han Ming suspiciously again before turning his gaze back on the court.
The next game is Nanchong at Nanling Gate, which is the west wind against Xiling Gate.
The strengths of these two people are basically almost the same. Nanchong is the wood-type battle soul at the top of the fourth stage and the sixth stage. Xifeng is the earth-type battle soul at the top of the fourth stage and the sixth stage.
The competition between two quasi-war masters is also brilliant.
Nanchong's attack technique was magnificent and powerful, and it opened and closed in a big way. Han Ming found that Nanchong seemed to have great face. Originally, some minor flaws of the West Wind appeared, but Nanchong did not seize this rare thing.
The timing.
Han Ming naturally saw the flaws of Xifeng, but most of the other disciples didn't see it. But Nanchong must have seen it.
Because if you want to attack these flaws of Xifeng, you must use some unsightly postures. Sometimes you even need to attack Xifeng's lower body.
Obviously, Nanchong also understood, but did not do so. Han Ming could see that Nanchong disdained this, just to take care of his own face.
"Haha." Han Ming chuckled. It seems that Nanchong is also a person bound by inherent thoughts. His master, Venerable Nanhua, wanted to regard himself as a righteous way, and he paid attention to the right word, regardless of his style of conduct or attacking routine.
People who regard themselves as righteous people often have an obvious weakness, that is, they are very good at face and do not want to use some seemingly indecent means to win. What they emphasize is openness and integrity.
Looking at the west wind, it is completely the same. When the action is taken, Yin is tricky and there is a sense of ruthlessness everywhere. The attacking parts are often Nanchong's eyes, throat, lower yin, and some fatal parts. Their movements are like Nanchong
Compared to this, it seems so weird. Xifeng doesn't care about anything that is out of place. All attacks are aimed at winning. Han Ming guessed that if it weren't for these four leaders, maybe Xifeng would have met.
It is not impossible to use more despicable means to throw hidden weapons, or break the rules and use weapons.
The two are equally strong, but their offensive routines are different. In the end, Xifeng barely won with a slightly smaller advantage. This is because Xifeng fully understands the weaknesses in Nanchong's xing style and sets a game for Nanchong. If one wants to win, he must put down his airs.
.If you want to be arrogant, you can only lose the game.
"This west wind does not defend the eyes, throat, yin and other key areas at all. It is determined that Nanchong will definitely not attack these places. If there are fewer concerns, the attack will naturally be strong. However, Nanchong is limited to passiveness everywhere." Han Ming was in the ears of Lao Li.
Bian explained softly.
"Huh? I didn't notice it if you didn't say it. Looking back on this, it seems that this is the case."
Old Li looked at Han Ming in surprise: "How come you, a magician, know so much about the fighting skills that warriors are good at? You can't even see me, a third-end and fifth-level warrior."
Han Ming smiled and said, "If you see too much, you will naturally know one or two."
"So that's how it is..." Old Li nodded slowly, deeply agreeing with Han Ming's explanation.
The big sects from east, west, south and north, Beiling Gate, Beiling and Nanchong of Nanling Gate failed one after another. The only ones left were Donglin of Dongling Gate and Xifeng of Xiling Gate.
The morning competition was completed, and the final competition between the two was held in the afternoon.
The disciples dispersed, either to play and rest, or to have lunch. But the topics in their mouths were inseparable from today's two brilliant events.
"Senior Brother Nanhua and his nephew Nanchong are growing stronger, which is really gratifying." Venerable Xihua said with a smile. There was a sense of pride and pride between his eyebrows and eyes.
Venerable Nanhua snorted coldly: "Mr. Xifeng is not bad either."
Venerable Nanhua ranked second in age, second only to Venerable Donghua. The person he admired the most was Venerable Donghua, and the one he was most annoying was Venerable Xihua, who was ranked third in front of him.
The two of them have a good and an evil style. Venerable Nanhua is extremely disgusted with the character of Venerable Xihua.
"In order to win, Xifeng's nephew is certainly doing nothing. But in the game, as long as the rules are not violated, the winner is naturally the one who wins. I really admire Xifeng's nephew." The Venerable Beihua also interrupted.
They are all appreciation and recognition of the west wind.
"Senior Brother, what do you think?" Venerable Nanhua felt very upset when he saw Venerable Xihua and Venerable Beihua standing together.
"The victory or defeat doesn't have to be so important. It's just a means to promote communication among disciples of various sects and inspire them to make progress. The two junior brothers, junior sisters in Beihua, who wins in the end is certainly the final result of the game, but this is not
Do you understand our ultimate goal?”
Venerable Donghua closed his eyes slightly and said calmly.
Respect and worship were revealed in the eyes of Venerable Nanhua looking at Venerable Donghua.dd