Sword and Love

"En, yes." Zheng Changfeng nodded, and it was obvious that he also disliked this duplicity boss Chen.

At this time, Zheng Zinuo was nervously watching the children in front of him being brought into the Hall of Martial Arts one by one by their parents. He didn't care what his father was saying to that uncle, and just stared at the Hall of Martial Arts without blinking. From time to time, one or two parents and children walked out of the gate, most of them were depressed, and some parents even scolded their children angrily, only a few of them were happy.

Seeing this, Zheng Zinuo became a little worried, thinking in his heart: "If my talent in martial arts is very low, will my father scold me, or be unhappy?" But looking at Zheng Zizhou beside him, seeing him He nodded firmly to himself, and immediately felt a lot of relief in his heart.

"My brother and I were both born to the same father and mother. 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 another stick of incense, the front 30 people gradually decreased, and finally only a dozen people including Zheng Zinuo remained.

"Five more people in!" A young man in white martial arts uniform walked out from the entrance of the martial arts hall and said to several people in line.

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

"En." Zheng Zinuo nodded, turned around and glanced at the dozen or so 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'll be out soon." Saying goodbye to Zheng Zizhou beside him, Zheng Zinuo followed his father into the Martial Arts Palace.

After entering the Martial Cultivator Hall, it was the time when the last tester finished the test. Seeing his father's gloomy face, he knew that the child's talent must not have exceeded the third level, and he had no chance to step into the ranks of Martial Cultivators.

The Wuxiu Hall is very spacious, roughly square, covering more than 200 square meters, and nearly ten meters high. The hall is also very luxuriously decorated. Several unknown tall statues stand lifelike at the back of the hall. At this time, the group Sitting in front of the statue were three deacons of the Wuxiu Temple, all in their 40s, and a young assistant in his 20s stood beside him.

Their uniforms are all white martial arts uniforms, the difference is the logo on the chest representing the rank and position.

Three martial practitioners sitting on futons, the middle one has a green half-moon on his chest, four golden swords are inserted vertically in the center of the half-moon, and three superimposed golden swords are beside the rightmost golden sword Venus, the color of the half moon represents the color of the martial soul level, the golden sword represents the realm of cultivation, and the gold star represents the level of each level. This martial artist can tell from the logo on his chest that he is a fourth-level green martial artist. Soul talent, cultivation base is a strong general of level 33.

The two people next to him are yellow half-moon, three golden swords and five superimposed stars, all representing the third level of yellow martial arts, and their cultivation bases are both level 25 martial artists. The level mark of martial arts practitioners must be worn by ordinary martial arts practitioners, and other martial arts practitioners are free to wear it.

At this time, the five people who walked in walked up to the three martial practitioners in the original order. The parents of the testees left the child at the same time, stood not far from their child and looked at their child expectantly. child.

"The first one, please come forward." After getting ready, the standing martial artist shouted, his chest is an orange half moon, two golden swords and four superimposed stars, which means that he is a second-class orange Martial spirit, fourteenth-level warrior.

Hearing this, the father of the first child hastily whispered: "Little Han, hurry over, don't be afraid, come on!"

The child named Xiaohan was wearing a tattered long jacket, his skin was dark, and he looked older than children of the same age. When he heard his father's words, he nodded and walked in front of the three martial practitioners, feeling a little panicked. looked at the three of them.

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

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

"Well, son, tell uncle what's your name?" After the little man sat down, the martial artist on the left asked with a smile.

"My name is Ma Han, I am eight years old..." Xiao Han turned his head to look at the martial artist and replied habitually, his eyes met, suddenly Xiao Han's body trembled slightly unnaturally, and then he saw the martial artist At some point in the martial artist's hand, a purple, fist-sized triangular crystal appeared, and he took a photo of the little man's dazed eyes, and then saw a weak red shadow gradually appearing behind the little man. The group of ignorant children behind him suddenly exclaimed, only Zheng Zinuo widened his eyes, looked at the illusory shadow behind Xiao Han curiously and muttered, "Is this the Martial Soul? The lowest level Martial Soul in red color soul."