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Luo Changfeng climbed the mountain and climbed the steps.

His goal is firm and he carries a heavy heart.

He had no time to pay attention to the mountain scenery on both sides of the mountain road. He had no time to count how many flower trees he passed and how many fruit trees he missed. He didn't know how many clouds were floating above his head, or how many insects and birds were chirping in his ears.

Is it an oriole or a cicada?

His eyes were always staring at his feet and the stone steps.

The frequency of his heartbeat and footsteps were quietly synchronized. All he could remember was how many stone steps he had walked and how many stone steps he had fallen down on last time, because he would not let himself fall on the same stone steps.

One place twice!

Gradually, his goal began to waver. His steps began to panic, and his body began to feel dizzy. In front of him, the stone steps stretched up and became endless.

The pressure he was under was increasing, and he felt that his head and body were about to collapse. It seemed that he was carrying a huge mountain on his back and was walking hard in the mire. Every step he took was extremely difficult and deep.

I struggled in the quagmire for a long time, but I couldn't pull myself out.

The physical fatigue weighed down the mountain of will.

From the moment he climbed the mountain, no matter how strong his will was, he had to bear the weight of the mountain. It was as if as he climbed the stone steps, the will that disappeared in his heart gradually became a mountain, pressing down on him.

, getting heavier and heavier.

Until he couldn't lift his head, couldn't firm his steps, couldn't see his own path clearly, couldn't bear the weight of his will.

His will comes from revenge and the pain in his heart.

Every time he takes a step, his will will become stronger, the scar in his heart will become deeper, and the mountain on his back will become heavier.

He finally fell down.

Breathing heavily, he lay on the stone steps, and everything around him seemed to have stopped.

There was no light, no sound, no mountains and rivers, no stone steps. Then he saw the blood river in front of Luomen, saw the scorched earth under the heavy rain, and then he heard the cries immersed in the rain, and heard his father's dying words.

Entrusted, I heard the sound of rushing water in the stream...

He slowly opened his eyes, followed the sound of running water, and saw a stream.

It turns out that there is a stream at the end of the stone steps!

Luo Changfeng couldn't stand up.

Three years of experience have taught him something.

When the body bears the same weight, lying on your stomach is obviously much easier than standing!

This is not physical, this is spiritual.

He climbed the stone steps, using his hands instead of his feet.

A long trail of blood was left on the stone steps.

At the end of the stone steps is a grassland, and on the other side of the grassland is a stream.

He finally climbed to the stream.

But I couldn't see the scene on the other side.

The mountain is hidden in the fog, and the fog reflects in the eyes. The sound of running water evokes the memory of the mountain.

Following the guidance of his memory, he took a ladle and drank from the stream in his dream.

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On the second day of the academy's entrance examination, the examinations of the Six-Character Sect's Middle Way, the Sect, the Xing Sect, and the Sichuan Sect were in full swing.

Xue'er, Ling'er, Li Xingyun, and Jun Zeyu stayed in the military camp and did not participate in today's assessment of the last three doors.

And Jiang Manlou was famous, and he would not let go of any subject. Regarding this, Luo Changfeng didn't say anything. Anyway, he has money, and if he doesn't squander it, he will always be sorry for the eldest son of his family.

His identity. Moreover, the middle path of the Shu Zimen is the direction he really wants to get started with, and he will definitely not miss it today.

As for that boy from Chongyang, he has always been mysterious and his goal is to learn the Dharma in the Six-Character Sect. The assessment ended yesterday and he also has no intention of participating in today's assessment.

Among the ten fellow disciples, Luo Changfeng and the Yuezhi brothers were left, and the four Liluo appeared on the school grounds along with many students under the leadership of Qingyi's teacher.

There are three types of assessments of the profession.

Speed, power, reflexes!

Since ancient times, the generals of the six-character sect have the highest output in the Middle Path of the Six-Character Sect. They are trained with sharp and quick skills and simple and direct combat effectiveness.

On the school grounds, all the students participating in the assessment are divided into four teams. In front of each team, there is a force-measuring stone. All candidates participating in the assessment need to line up in front of the force-measuring stone and charge their palms to bombard them.

On top of the stele, the force-measuring stele will automatically calculate the strength of these students and divide them into levels.

"The strength measuring stele is divided into ten levels according to the strength of Wushou Realm. Anyone whose strength reaches level five or above can pass and participate in the next speed test. Now, let each team start measuring their strength from the head of the team!"

After Teacher Qingyi announced the rules, the four teams stepped forward one after another.

The dull sounds began to sound one after another on the school grounds.

Most of the students participating in the Xingzi Sect Middle Way assessment this year are in the Immortal Realm, so for the assessment of strength, the elimination rate is also as high as half. However, there are many students who enter the school with art. On average, after a period of time, the people around them

There would be a burst of exclamations, but a different kind of student appeared in which team. With a palm strike, the force measuring stone was cracked and almost scrapped!

It resonated with the students!

Luo Changfeng was also observing these students, and he couldn't help but admire that this world is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. There are countless people who cannot be judged by appearance.

"This person is close to the cultivation level of a martial arts master who has entered the Soul Realm!" The other team members, Yue San, looked at the student at the front who had cracked the force-measuring tablet with his palm, showing slight shock.

There are many powerful but unknown people in this world, but often these people who deliberately keep their power unknown have their own agenda.

Regarding this point, the Yuezhi brothers are very clear.

So he deliberately paid attention to the unknown boy.

"Look, Liluo is on stage!"

During the moon phase, a pair of eyes suddenly brightened up. Looking at the figure gradually walking onto the force measuring platform in the distance, he was somewhat looking forward to what results his fellow brothers would achieve.

"What's so exciting?" Young Master Jiang Manlou appeared at the back of the team at some point and curled his lips.

Originally, the examination in Shuzi Sect and Xingzi Sect were conducted at the same time. Jiang Manlou entered the examination room of Shuzi Sect. He did not expect that he could finish the examination in such a short time and still be able to catch up with the first round of examination in Xingmen. It seems that this person

The eldest son of the Jiang family is not as useless as the rumors say. At least he is proficient in the ancestral arts that the family relies on for survival.

It's just that before the Ten Sons formed a team, he had some personal information. He also knew very well what level Liluo's strength was. This force-measuring tablet of the Wugou Ten-Gravity Path was very important to Liluo.

To say that was like child's play, it was impossible to fully understand the true power of Liluo's cultivation. Jiang Manlou, who had already expected the fate of the strength-measuring stele, curled his lips slightly in disappointment.