Come to The Peak

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The gray-robed man with a bleak complexion glanced coldly at the crowd below and said coldly.

The crowd below was a commotion, but no one took the children of their own home first.

"This is a good opportunity to set foot in the martial arts glory. Why, do you not want your children to succeed in martial arts in the future? Our corpse sect is such a platform.

The sullen man winked at the people while talking, and ten disciples of the corpse sacrifice flew down and stormed into the crowd.

"mother…"

A six- or seven-year-old child was crying in his mother's arms, while a corpse sect disciple rushed over and grabbed the child.

"Huaer ..."

The woman cried weakly

The disciple then caught another girl, flew onto the stone platform, and placed the two children on the stone platform.

With a few breaths, the ten corpse sect disciples caught 20 children on stage and began to measure the root bones of these children.

Some of the parents of the children in the audience are desperate, and some have a look of hope.

"Never have a root bone, never have a root bone ..."

A man whose son was taken away murmured next to Luo Yu, praying that his child should not have root bones.

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After listening, Luo Yu raised a strong intention to kill the corpse sect.

In Qin Kingdom or elsewhere, who does n’t want their children to have martial arts roots and practice martial arts, but people here want their children not to have roots.

For what? The existence of a root bone represents nine deaths and a lifetime, which is the result of who is willing to take his own child to death.

"Brother, I'm a little scared ..."

Luo Yu held Xiaoxiner and stood with Zhou Shujun, and Zhou Shujun was also embarrassed.

Xiaoxiner looked at the appraisal on the platform timidly, a pair of small hands clenched Luo Luo's neck tightly, his body shook a little, and she was afraid.

"Xiner, don't be afraid, your father and big brother are here."

Luo Yu smiled gently, gently touching Xin Er's small head, comforting Xin Er.

Luo Yu's smile seemed to give Xiner some courage, and her body was not shaking.

Above the stone platform, eight of those twenty children had root bones, and the tallest was the middle-class root bone.

"what…"

"Mother ... I don't want to practice martial arts ..."

Suddenly, children who were found on the stage with root bones and cried were all crying, while those who did not have root bones and their parents showed joy.

The scene in this scene deeply hurt Luo Yu's heart.

He loves martial arts, he loves the kind of resistance to destiny, and the free and unrestrained nature of heaven, he loves the kind of willingness to fight with heaven, earth, people, and even himself.

Martial arts gave Luo Yuhua the impossible power. He loved martial arts and vowed to die on the way to the peak of martial arts.

Because of this path, there are the expectations of parents, the hope of love, and the hope of his master.

There are more than one of these people. There are thousands of martial arts enthusiasts, and some have learned swords for hundreds of years. This is martial arts, and some died in a strange land for climbing this road.

Because they also love martial arts.

And these children, unlike the children outside, have hope, longing, hope, and longing for the Budo newspaper.

It is disgust, fear, despair.

"Dead Sect ... what kind of evil sect is this!"

The murderous spirit in Luo Yu's eyes almost did not hold back, and was released.

A disciplinary disciple came to hug the core, Luo Yu's eyes were cold, like a sharp sword, and the disciple's heart trembled and he stopped his hand stiffly.

Luo Yu glanced at the disciple disciple

"I'll hold the child up and do nothing for your Excellency"

Luo Yu nodded a little, and hugged Xiner to the stone platform, put him on the stone platform, and stood beside him.

Xiner was holding Luo Yu's thigh and was a little scared.

This time there were more than twenty children. A corpse sect disciple came to test the fund for Xiner, and the anger poured into the body. However, the corpse sect disciple shook his head and did not detect the core. Children's root bones.

Soon these twenty children were also tested, and this time six children had root bones, excluding cores.

The children whose root bones were detected were crying on the stone platform, and those who did not have root bones were driven away. The parents of those children who detected the root bones were also sad and desperate.

Luo Yu hugged Xiner and flew down to Shitai, and Zhou Shujun came over with a happy look and looked at Luo Yu gratefully.

"Brother Luo, thank you, thank you ..."

Luo Yu smiled slightly, but it was very unpleasant.

There are seventy to eighty children in this village who are of the same age, but there are more than twenty people whose root bones are detected. Only these twenty children can practice martial arts.

A pair of eagle-eyed men glanced down at the villagers below, and said indifferently: "Well, today's fund-raising conference is over. These 22 children will be brought into my corpse sect. Budo cause. "

After the savage man finished speaking, the other corpse sect disciple nodded, and a corpse sect disciple rushed to a huge carriage from a distance.

This carriage is made of black iron, which can accommodate twenty or thirty people. From the outside, it is an iron cage. The cart is pulled by two unicorns with a unicorn body covered with scale armor and a unicorn scale horse.

Rather than a carriage, it is a cage.

The children were caught in a carriage and kept in iron cages.

"Mother, I don't go to corpse sect ... I don't practice martial arts ..."

"Daddy ... help me ... I'm afraid ..."

The children were pulled into a carriage and wept.

"Afar ..."

Seeing the desperate cry of her child, a woman in sackcloth finally couldn't help but rushed forward to **** the child and bit her on the arm of the disciplinary disciple holding her child.

"Ah ... bitch, look for death!"

The disciple disciple gave a sigh of pain, dropped the child with one hand, and the other hand's gray infuriating surged, and one palm was patted on the woman's head.

"Oh!"

The woman's body shook, Qiqiao crazy spurted blood, widened her eyes, and she suddenly lay on the ground, her vitality cut off.

"Ah ... mum ..."

The child who fell to the ground saw this scene, stayed on the spot, and then burst into a cry of heartbreaking cry. He came forward and cried, holding the woman's body, and the scene was extremely miserable.

The child's father couldn't help it anymore, pulled out a waist knife, and rushed up, but the savage man shot and killed his head with a true yuan.

Other parents who couldn't help but want to rush to grab their children saw this scene, but also stumbled.

"Hum, find yourself, let's go!"

The savage man snorted, and the murderous apprentice grabbed the crying child, threw it into an iron cage, and then locked the iron door.

There was a cry in the iron cage, and the disciples of the corpse corpse drew away with a unicorn scale horse, and the parents of the children were crying in place.