C885 (1/2)

The gray robed man, with a pair of cold eyes, glanced at the people below and said coldly.

And the crowd below was a commotion, but no one carried their children up first.

&”This is a good opportunity to step on the glory of martial arts. Why don't you want your children to be successful in martial arts in the future? Our corpse refining sect is such a platform & “

the fierce man winked at the people on one side when he spoke, and ten disciples of the corpse refining sect immediately stepped down and rushed into the crowd.

&”Niang & hellip;

a six-year-old child was crying in his mother's arms, while a disciple of the corpse refining sect rushed directly to catch the child.

&”Hua'er & hellip;

the woman cried weakly

the disciple then went to catch a girl, flew to the stone platform, and put the two children on the stone platform.

After a few breaths, the ten corpse refining disciples took 20 children to the stage and began to measure their bones.

And the parents of those children under the stage have a look of despair, and some have a trace of expectation.

&”Don't have a bone, don't have a bone & hellip;

a man who had his son arrested muttered to himself next to Luo Yu, praying that his children didn't have a bone.

After hearing this, Luo Yu has a strong intention to kill the corpse refiner.

In the state of Qin, or in other places, who doesn't want their children to have the root of martial arts, to be able to practice martial arts and to be outstanding, but people here want their children not to have the root of martial arts.

Because of what? There is a bone on behalf of death, on behalf of death, is the result that who is willing to take their children to death.

&”Big brother, I'm afraid & hellip;

Luo Yu holds xiaoxiner and stands by with Zhou Shujun, who is also worried.

Xiaoxin'er timidly looks at the test data on the stage, a pair of small hands tightly around Luo Yu's neck, the body is a little trembling, appears very afraid.

&”Don't be afraid of Xin'er, your father and big brother are here & “

Luo Yu gently smiles and touches Xin'er's head to comfort her.

Luo Yu's smile seems to give Xin'er some courage, but his body is not shaking.

On the stone platform, eight of the 20 children have roots, the highest of which is the middle grade.

&”Ah & hellip;

& lt; mother & hellip; I don't want to practice martial arts & hellip;

all of the children who have roots and are fit for their age on the stage are crying, while the children and their parents who don't have roots and are happy.

This scene deeply hurt Luo Yu's heart.

He loves martial arts. He loves the unrestrained way of fighting against the destiny and freedom. He loves the kind of happy enmity and enmity of fighting with heaven, earth, people and even himself.

Martial arts gave Luo the power to transform the impossible into the possible. He loved martial arts and vowed to die on the way to the top of martial arts.

Because this road has the expectation of parents, the hope of lovers, and the hope of his master.

He is not the only one. There are thousands of people who love martial arts. Some of them have learned martial arts for decades. Some of them have died in a strange land to climb this road.

Because they also love martial arts.