"Well, okay." Zheng Changfeng nodded, and it was obvious that he also disliked this inconsistent boss Chen.

At this time, Zheng Zinuo was nervously watching the children in front of him being brought into the Wu Xiu Hall one by one by their parents. He didn't care at all what his father was saying to the uncle, and just stared at the Wu Xiu Hall without blinking.

From time to time, one or two parents walked out with their children, most of them with frustrated faces, some even scolded their children angrily, and only a few looked happy.

Seeing this, Zheng Zinuo became a little worried and thought to himself: "If my martial arts talent is very low, will my father scold me or be unhappy?" But looking at Zheng Zizhou next to him, he saw him

He nodded firmly to himself, feeling immediately relieved.

"My brother and I are both born to the same parents. He has a blue martial spirit and a level nine talent. I shouldn't be too bad." Although he is young, Zheng Zinuo knows how to comfort himself like this.

After waiting for a stick of incense again, the number of people in front of the group of thirty people gradually decreased, and finally only a dozen people including Zheng Zinuo remained.

"Five more people come in!" A young man wearing a white martial arts uniform walked out of the door of Wu Xiu Hall and said to the people in line.

"Zino is here with us, let's go in." Hearing the shout, Zheng Changfeng took Zheng Zinuo's little hand and said.

"Yes." Zheng Zinuo nodded, turned around and glanced at the dozen people behind him, but there were only four people in front of him, and he happened to be the fifth.

"Brother, wait for me, I will come out soon." Saying goodbye to Zheng Zizhou beside him, Zheng Zinuo followed his father into the Martial Arts Hall.

After entering the Martial Arts Hall, it was just when the last tester was finishing the test. Seeing the gloomy look on his father's face, he knew that this child's talent must not exceed level three, and he had no chance to enter the ranks of martial arts cultivators.

The Wuxiu Hall is very spacious, roughly square in shape, with an area of ​​more than 200 square meters and a height of nearly ten meters. The decoration inside the hall is also very luxurious. Several unknown tall statues stand lifelike at the back of the hall. At this time, that

In front of the group of statues, three deacons from the Martial Arts Hall were sitting, all in their forties, and a young assistant in his twenties stood beside them.

Their clothes are uniformly white martial arts uniforms, the only difference is the logo on the chest that represents the rank and position.

There are three martial arts cultivators sitting on the futon. The one in the middle has a green half-moon on his chest. In the center of the half-moon are four golden swords. Next to the rightmost golden sword, there are three superimposed ones.

Venus, the color of the half-moon represents the color of the martial spirit level, the golden sword represents the realm of cultivation, and the gold star represents the level of each level. Based on the mark on the chest, this martial practitioner can tell that he is a fourth-level green martial artist.

His soul talent and cultivation are that of a thirty-third level military general.

The two people next to them have yellow half-moons, three golden swords and five superimposed stars, all representing the third level of yellow martial arts. Their cultivation levels are both level 25 martial arts masters. This gold medal logo is issued by the martial arts palace.

A grade mark given to all martial cultivators. Generally, martial cultivators must wear it with them. Other martial cultivators are free to wear it.

The five people who walked in at this time walked in front of the three martial arts cultivators in the original order. The parents of the test subjects left their children in unison and stood not far from their children, looking expectantly at them.

child.

"First one, please come forward." After getting ready, the standing martial artist called out. On his chest was an orange half-moon, two golden swords and four superimposed stars, which represented that he was a second-class orange.

Wuhun, level fourteen warrior.

Hearing this, the father of the first child hurriedly whispered: "Little man, come over quickly, don't be afraid, come on!"

The child named Xiao Han was wearing a somewhat tattered long coat and had dark skin. He looked slightly older than other children of the same age. Hearing his father's words, he nodded and walked up to the three martial arts cultivators, feeling a little frightened.

He looked at the three of them.

"Don't be afraid, child, sit down on this futon." The martial artist in the middle said.

"Oh." The little man replied, and sat down on the futon in front of him in surprise.

"Well, kid, tell uncle what your name is?" After the little man sat down, the martial arts cultivator on the left asked with a smile.

"My name is Ma Han, I am eight years old this year..." The little man turned his head and looked at the martial artist and replied habitually. His eyes met. Suddenly, the little man's body began to tremble unnaturally, and then he saw the martial artist.

At some point, a purple, fist-sized triangular crystal appeared in the hands of the martial artist. He looked at the little man's absent-minded eyes, and then he saw a weak red shadow gradually appearing behind the little man.

The group of ignorant children behind him suddenly exclaimed. Only Zheng Zinuo stared at the illusory shadow behind the little man with wide eyes and muttered, "Is this the martial spirit? The lowest level martial arts in red.
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