Sword and Love

"So it's Master Zheng's son." When the three martial practitioners saw Zheng Changfeng bringing Zheng Zinuo to the futon, their attitudes became much better.

"Well, thank you three masters." Zheng Changfeng nodded and said.

"Master Zheng is polite, this is our responsibility." The martial practitioner in the middle replied with a smile, "I don't know what kind of surprise Master Zheng's young master can bring us, let's start."

"Little friend, what's your name?" As always, it was a way to attract attention, but it didn't seem to have any effect on Zheng Zinuo.

"Uncle, I know you want to attract my attention, let me look into your eyes, right?" Zheng Zinuo replied with his eyes closed.

"Eh?" The three martial practitioners were stunned, including Zheng Changfeng who was at the side, but they immediately reacted and shouted, "Don't mess around, Xiao Nuo, do as the master tells you."

"Oh, I see." Regarding his father's majesty, he did not dare to provoke him at all.

Opening his eyes, he blinked and stared at the martial artist on the left. Just as the martial artist was about to take out the purple crystal, Zheng Zinuo suddenly said, "Huh? Uncle, you have a big eyeball in your eye."

"Ah? Eye shit?" The three martial artists looked at each other, and the martial artist reached out and touched his eyes, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Xiao Nuo, you..." Although Zheng Changfeng was very impatient, he couldn't get angry in the face of such a cute little son, pretending to be sullen and said, "Zinuo, shut up for me, if you don't cooperate with the master's test well, go home You have to suffer."

"Oh." Zheng Zinuo was a little annoyed, and wanted to refute a few more words, "Does he really have eye shit?" But seeing his father's gloomy face, he still held back his words.

"Martial spirit emerges." This time, the martial artist didn't do much, took out the purple crystal, and softly drank Zheng Zinuo's eyes as he looked at him. A faint white shadow emerged.

"En? White soul? A standard useless martial soul!" The three people present, including Zheng Changfeng, frowned when they saw the faint white phantom behind Zheng Zinuo that could hardly be seen without looking carefully.Zheng Changfeng's nervous heart completely sank to the bottom of the valley, and his whole body seemed to have collapsed, and he could no longer raise his strength.

Relying on their many years of cultivation experience, they know that the stronger the talent, the higher the level of his innate martial soul, and on the contrary, the weaker the martial soul, the worse the talent.

But seeing the illusory white phantom behind Zheng Zinuo that seemed to have no ground at this time, Zheng Changfeng's heart was completely chilled.

"Martial arts talent level zero." Although the martial artist on the right knew that the white martial soul was a standard useless martial soul, for Zheng Changfeng's sake, he still tested it to reassure him.Although he knew from his experience that the child in front of him was definitely not suitable for martial arts, he still did as he did. After using the crystal ball to test, there was no soul power in the crystal ball at all.

"Zero...level..." Even though Zheng Changfeng knew that Zi Nuo's innate martial soul was a useless martial soul, after hearing the report, he felt as if he had been shocked by an electric shock. After a long while, he nodded slowly and sighed secretly. He said to the three of them in a tone, "Thank you, you three." After speaking, he directly pulled Zheng Zinuo and walked out.

At this time, when Zheng Zinuo heard the man say that his talent was level zero, he had already woken up from the state of confusion, and was very disappointed in his heart, so he followed his father and left here without saying a word.

"Level zero, hehe...I didn't expect it to be a waste, my daughter is still level four." The man surnamed Chen at the door heard the words as if he had picked up a million yuan, and was extremely satisfied, but seeing Zheng Changfeng walking away with a sullen face After coming, he still didn't dare to touch him face to face, and hurriedly took his daughter and left quietly.

"How is Zi Nuo? What level of martial artist?" Seeing his father walking out holding Zheng Zi Nuo's little hand, Zheng Zizhou, who was waiting anxiously outside the hall, rushed up to meet him and asked.

"Go back, Zizhou, your brother is not suitable for martial arts, our family will rely on you to carry forward, don't let father down." Zheng Changfeng did not blame Zheng Zinuo, but this sentence deeply stimulated him At this time, he swore secretly, what if I don’t have talent, I still want to practice martial arts, and I also want to prove it to my father and my brothers, I can still cultivate to the realm of martial arts without talent.

Naive thoughts sprouted from this moment. Maybe many children who were tested as unable to practice martial arts could think of sadness and decadence at this moment, or maybe they were thinking about how they would be scolded by their parents after returning home. Zheng Zinuo at this moment But he made up his mind to practice martial arts persistently even without talent, can he do it?