The sunset is gorgeous, shining on the earth.

Above the stone bridge, green moss is covered with mottled marks.

That is the mark left by time and the mark of history.

Ark is the first among these young girls who participated in the martial arts assessment to take steps to step into the stone bridge.

Beside him was Cao Tiangang who kept up silently.

One by one, one by one, the two stepped into the "Sweeping Bridge", attracting everyone's attention, no matter how many martial artists were watching in the pavilion.

Or Master Zhao and Guan Tianyuan who were worried about Fang Fang on the big bluestone.

Or, by the side of the Dust-Sweeping Bridge, there are disciples of the martial arts palace who hold their breath and concentrate.

They were all waiting for the situation behind the stone bridge to see if any accidents would occur.

After all, it is a martial arts assessment, an assessment that can change their future. Everyone has only three chances to participate in the martial arts assessment in their lifetime, so every opportunity is crucial to them.

They dare not give up this opportunity easily and are unwilling to fail.

So they become cautious and cautious. They are unwilling to move forward easily and have to wait and see silently.

Lu Ci clenched her fists and stared at Fang Ark's back. Although he felt that this kid was very cold and arrogant, after all, he was in the camp of the New Martial Arts Association like her, and she still hoped that Fang Ark would succeed.

The one-armed girl Xu Xiu smiled sweetly. She didn't say much. After thinking about it, she took steps and stepped into the dust bridge.

Lu Ci was stunned, looked at Xiuxiu's figure walking out, took a deep breath, and followed.

In front of the dust-washing bridge, some people stopped, some cheered themselves up, and some people finally took a step to decide the future.

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The dust-washing bridge is simple and unparalleled, lying between two mountains, with a galaxy-like waterfall flying down. In front of such a waterfall, this ancient stone bridge seems to be overturned and broken at any time.

The ark stepped on it, and his feet were soft moss, which was very smooth and difficult to walk on. The ark was even a little worried that one foot would slide down from the stone bridge and fall into the lake formed by the waterfall below.

However, after all, he was thinking too much. Although the road was slippery, he did not seem to fall.

Sun Hongyuan said that the stone bridge contains the human emperor's aura.

Washing the dusty heart and retracting the human emperor's energy is an important process for crossing the first level of bridge.

The restrained human emperor spirit even involved the subsequent mountaineering process, so Fang Fang was very serious and serious.

Cao Tiangang walked silently, and he looked at Fang Fang with a little curious eyes.

That time, looking at each other in the rain made Cao Tiangang understand that Fang Ark should be a genius like him, and he smelled the same kind of smell.

Cao Tiangang had no desire to compete with him. He just had some expectations, looking forward to the surprises his fellow travelers brought to him.

Since he was accepted as a disciple by Cao Tiangang, he has been smooth sailing all the way, and has not encountered any kind of opponents or competitors.

He has always been walking alone on the road alone. The master said that he will slowly become stronger until he overlooks the world and stands at the highest point. The higher the place, the more lonely and cold he is.

Because this is how Master is.

Master Cao Man once reminded him.

If you meet someone who can walk with you on the road of life, you should cherish it.

Because the more difficult the road is, the fewer people can walk with you.

Cao Tiangang felt that he must have found someone who could walk with him.

Looking at the "Washing Bridge" gradually rising with a mysterious and yellow aura, Cao Tiangang's flawless face slightly raised a warm curve on the corners of his mouth.

He looked at the back of the ark and laughed softly.

The next moment, my mind was suddenly wrapped in endless mysterious and yellow energy, and the picture in front of me began to change.

...

It was snowy winter.

The floor of the capital was as cold as ever. The child with disheveled hair was holding a shabby bowl. His ten fingers were red and purple from the frozen side, curled up on the side of the road, and was beaten by snowflakes.

The pedestrians passing by were indifferent and hurried, and no one paid attention to the little beggar who was lying beggar next to the road. In today's chaotic times, everyone knows that the alien race may be coming in.

In troubled times, people's lives are like grass, but human lives are not as good as dogs.

Refugees were in groups, and a beggar died on the roadside, as inconspicuous as a flower withered by the rain.

The little beggar was dying, but he just held the broken bowl and hugged aside. He looked at the snow-covered world coldly.

He was very hungry, but he didn't ask for begging.

He was cold, but he didn't pray for fire.

He fed food in the garbage, suffered from one cold winter after another, and grew up day by day.

However, now, he could not bear it anymore. The child felt that he was dying. Before he died, he recalled his boring and thin life without any sadness or even a little joy.

suddenly.

A burly figure appeared in front of the child, condescending, and his whole body seemed to be emitting light.

Three feet apart, the snow in the sky could not fall, as warm as the warm sun in spring.

The burly man just reached out his hand, grabbed the beggar's shoulder, and lifted him up.

A heat current surged into the beggar's body, dispelling the cold.

The burly man raised his thick eyebrows, and in surprise, he seemed to be a little surprised.

"Are you willing to practice martial arts?"

The burly man asked.

The little beggar did not agree, but spoke curiously: "What can you do when practicing martial arts?"

The burly figure stared at him for a long time.

After a long time, a rare smile appeared on the stinky face of the burly man, and his voice was rarely as gentle as spring water.

"You can eat hot food when practicing martial arts."

"You can avoid being frozen by practicing martial arts."

"There is a family to practice martial arts."

"Practicing martial arts can help you get through the world without vain."

The burly man said simple words.

The little beggar's eyes became brighter and brighter: "Then I want to practice martial arts!"

The burly man smiled happily: "What's your name?"

The little beggar shook his head: "My father and mother died early, no name or surname."

"Then you take my surname and I will name you Tiangang, Cao Tiangang, how about it?"

Burnt humane.

The little beggar's eyes lit up slightly and he kept nodding.

He only knows that this name sounds very nice.

The snow in the capital is getting heavier and heavier.

The burly man held the beggar's hand and walked on the long street. The snow in the sky was flying all over the sky, and no more half of it fell on the beggar's body.

That day, the beggar didn't know that the person who wanted to teach him martial arts was a world-renowned martial artist and a powerful magistrate.

...

The mysterious and yellow aura was attached little by little to his body, like a beige gauze dress.

Cao Tiangang opened his eyes, and a smile was hanging on his flawless face. The dust bridge was washing the dust heart, and the martial arts heart was purified.

Why is the martial arts school?

It’s just to have a good meal, wear some clothes, and have a warm home, so it’s not a waste of time to travel around the world.

This is Cao Tiangang's most simple wish as always.

boom!

On the dust-washing bridge, the Xuanhuang Qi instantly enveloped Cao Tiangang like smoke and clouds, and gathered into a whirlpool above his head. As the whirlpool swept, the Xuanhuang Qi merged into his body bit by bit along his pores.

Cao Tiangang did not suffer too many obstacles on the dust-washing bridge.

He easily restrained his human emperor's aura. This human emperor's aura was his reliance on the next mountaineering.

Cao Tiangang didn't care about these human emperor spirits because nothing happened to him. He couldn't wait to raise his gaze and look at the boy in the short coat in the distance. He wanted to know whether the boy had also successfully attracted the human emperor spirit.

However, after just one look, a rare look of surprise appeared on Cao Tiangang's flawless face.

The boy in the short coat closed his eyes and his body was trembling slightly.

And around the boy, the mysterious yellow energy turned into a tangled dragon, surrounding and entrenched.
To be continued...