Before you know it, there is only one day left before the Battle of the Heavenly Dragon.

Early in the morning, Yun Yi clicked on the personal training points column on the record list on the light curtain of the Praetorian Guard's cabin:

First place: Mo Xinran 202 points

Second place: Hua Duanqiu 200 points

Third place: Yunyi 185 points

Fourth place: Cang Yufeng 180 points

Fifth place: 177 points

……

Looking at the changed points, Yun Yi pondered: "Mo Xinran has increased by two points compared to some time ago, Hua Duanqiu has increased by two points, himself has increased by four points, Sayu has increased by two points, and Yufeng has increased by eight points. When he saw Yu Feng's points, Yun Yi was surprised: "How did Yu Feng improve so quickly, and now he can also participate in the Battle of the Heavenly Dragon." ”

Not long after Yunyi left, Sa Yu also came here to check the points, it doesn't matter if you don't look at it, you can see that it is petrified.

Sa Yu almost couldn't believe his eyes, he was puzzled, he wanted to cry without tears, and muttered in his heart: "Yufeng only scored 174 points yesterday, why did he suddenly have six more points today, this is not scientific." ”

"It's ridiculous fate, there is nowhere to escape in the next life and this life, it's not that I can't say it, it's that I dare not say it, one step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time, turning into a moth to fight the fire, uh, I'm sorry, I accidentally sang again." Sayu shook his head, sighed helplessly, tears welled up in his eyes, and left disheartened.

Cang Yufeng's home.

"Yufeng, you must play well tomorrow, don't lose the face of me and your uncle, you know?" Cang Juncheng smiled and said amiably.

"You help me through the back door, what if someone finds out?" Yu Feng took a few bites of food, and a trace of worry flashed in his heart. Minister Cang Juncheng entered the record list database when he got off work yesterday and changed the ranking points in Yufeng's personal training points column.

"Don't worry, your uncle has promised to lend you the Hualan Ba Knife in order to let you win the championship tomorrow. In the face of absolute combat effectiveness, no one dared to say anything. That weapon has been sent down from Space City and put in the Praetorian Guard, this is the key to take it out, you will go to the senior locker room S9 wardrobe tomorrow and take it out. With that, Cang Juncheng put the key on the dining table and flicked it, and the key slid in front of Yu Feng.

Yu Feng put away the key, blinked his eyes, and said with a little doubt: "Father, what is the Hua Lan Sword?" Isn't it amazing? ”

"The Hua Lan Ba Knife was obtained by your uncle in an ancient hall in the dark secret realm, and the ultra-micro technology has reached Ami Lv3, which is a particle weapon, you say it is not powerful."

"What is a particle weapon? What is the Dark Realm? ”

"Weapons that have reached the Ami level in ultra-micro technology are collectively referred to as particle weapons. With the manufacturing technology of our Tianhe Galaxy, at most, we can only develop weapons below the femtometer level, and as for the dark secret realm, it is useless for you to know it now, let's talk about it after the competition first. ”

The particles here do not refer to protons, antiprotons, neutrons, antineutrons, mesons, etc. in composite particles, nor do they refer to phonons, excitons, plasmas, magnons, etc. in quasi-particles, but to light particles in elementary particles. Light particles are referred to as photons, which were originally called light quanta.

"Oh." Yu Feng replied casually, and there was a little more expectation for the mysterious universe in his heart.

"That's all your uncle and I can do for you, and you still have to walk on your own after eating, and hurry to the Praetorian Guard Department for training after eating."

"Got it." Yu Feng said casually, catching the moon with a meteor, and eating up the rest of the food with the momentum of the wind and clouds, and then hurriedly went to the Yanhuang Guard.

in a virtual battlefield.

The three figures are in the virtual monster group, like a bamboo, devastating. The hand rises and falls, and the virtual monsters fall down one by one, as simple as chopping melons and vegetables. Soon this wave of monsters was killed to nothing. The three of them stopped to rest for a while, and then Yufeng happened to walk in.

"Brother Yu is also here, and your progress is really amazing, do you have any tricks, say it and share it, haha." Yun Yi, who was wearing a white shirt, saw Yu Feng come in and spit out the doubts in his heart.

"These points are more and more difficult to get in the future, I didn't expect that Brother Yufeng could get 6 points at once so easily, it's really a rapid progress." Hua Duanqiu, who was wearing a light green shirt, was also surprised and smiled slightly.

"yes, it's really going fast." Mo Xinran, who was wearing a blue shirt, had a gleam in his eyes, and faintly guessed the cattiness, but he didn't care, and spit out lightly.

"Hehe, where is it, you really lift me up. I'm sorry, I suddenly have some urgency to urinate and go to the toilet. Yu Feng's face was slightly red, and he smiled. As soon as he walked into the door of the virtual battlefield training room, Yu Feng walked out embarrassedly under the pretense of convenience, muttering in his heart

"Father is really old and confused, why don't you add a point in a few days, add it slowly, you have to add it all at once, how embarrassing it is for me."

Yufeng grumbled as he walked down the hallway.

In the early morning of the next day, the morning light was slowly leading, and the curtain of the sky was curtained. The sky is blue, the sun is shining, the spring breeze is warm, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the air is fresh. In a building that resembles a small football field, it is crowded with people and is full of people, which is particularly lively.

"Minister Vic Doyle hasn't seen him for a few years, so don't come unharmed." A middle-aged man with short yellow hair was wearing a military uniform, saw an acquaintance approaching, and greeted.

"Well, it's fine." A middle-aged man with short white hair, with a shallow scar on his forehead, said lightly, and then walked to the side of Louis Roy, the minister of the Eastern Vess Guard, and sat down. This person is the head of the Ministry of Janissaries in the North.

"Doyle, who do you think is most likely to win first place this time?"

"How do I know this, at least I have to wait for the results of the quarterfinals to come out before I can make a preliminary judgment."

"Alas, it's boring, I'm not idle and bored, I want to talk to someone."

"It's better to close your eyes and recuperate with this spare time, and you can watch the game seriously later."

"It's fine."

So the two closed their eyes and recuperated, turning a deaf ear to what was happening around them.

After a while, the minister of the Western German and Mexican Janissary Ministry of Guards also came, and the two of them who closed their eyes and recuperated thought they were sleeping, so they were a little annoyed, and pinched their ears respectively: "How can this be reasonable, the game is going to be played later, but you two are sleeping here, what kind of system." ”

"How can you be so reasonable, you actually treat me in broad daylight, you are a lot older, what a pervert. Let's carry the bucket? What age do we still carry buckets? Louis Roy said emotionally.

"It's just that we just close our eyes and recuperate, so let's carry the bucket, it's too much." Vic Doyle explains.

"Oh, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I just have two pills, so I should pay for it." Aix handed them two pills that resembled round chocolates. After the two took the pill and took it, they nodded slightly, and their emotions returned to calm.

After the half-burnt incense, Cang Juncheng also took a seat. At this point, there is only one empty seat left in the stateroom directly in front of the battle platform. There are only five stateroom seats. At the back of the stateroom seats are premium seats, which are for heads of state to sit in, and they are already full at this time.

There is only one battle platform in this arena, and since there are only sixteen people participating in the competition, there is no need to build several more battle platforms.

After another tea time, an old man with crane hair and a childish face walked to his seat like a fly. The four ministers looked at him with respect in their eyes.

This person is the commander-in-chief of the Heavenly Dragon Star Praetorian Guard Headquarters, Cang Zimeng, who at first glance is mighty and extraordinary, and his aura is magnificent. Take a closer look at the old man and look calm. Every gesture exudes supreme domineering.