Chapter 4

"Well, OK." Zheng Changfeng nodded. It can be seen that he doesn't like boss Chen.

Zheng ZiNuo was nervously watching the children in front of him being brought into the martial arts hall by their parents. He didn't care what his father was saying to the uncle. He just stared at the door of the martial arts hall without blinking. From time to time, one or two parents came out with their children. Most of them were depressed, and even some parents scolded their children angrily, Only a few people have a happy face.

Seeing this, Zheng ZiNuo was worried and thought to himself, "if my martial arts cultivation talent is very low, will my father scold me or be unhappy?" but he looked at Zheng Zizhou beside him and saw that he nodded firmly to himself. He was relieved immediately.

"My brother and I were born by the same father and mother. He is a blue martial spirit and level 9 talent. I should not be very bad." although he is young, Zheng ZiNuo knows how to comfort himself.

After waiting for a incense stick again, more than 30 people in front gradually decreased, and finally only a dozen people, including Zheng ZiNuo, remained.

"Five more people come in!" a young man in white martial arts clothes came out of the door of the martial arts hall and said to the people in line.

"Zi Nuo is coming to us. Go in." when Zheng Changfeng heard the cry, Zheng Changfeng took Zheng Zi Nuo's small hand and said.

"Well." Zheng ZiNuo nodded, turned and looked at more than a dozen people behind him, but there were only four people in front of him. He was just the fifth.

"Brother, wait for me and I'll come out soon." Zheng Zizhou said goodbye to Zheng Zizhou. Zheng ZiNuo followed his father into the martial arts hall.

After entering the martial arts hall, it was the last tester who finished the test. Seeing his father's gloomy face, he knew that the child's talent must not exceed level 3 and had no chance to step into the ranks of martial arts practitioners.

The martial arts hall is very spacious, roughly square, more than 200 square meters and nearly 10 meters high. The decoration in the hall is also very luxurious. Several unknown tall statues stand vividly in the rear of the hall. At this time, in front of the statues are sitting three deacons of the martial arts hall. Nian Ji is about 40 years old, and a young assistant in his twenties is standing next to him.

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

Among the three martial practitioners sitting on the futon, there is a green half moon on the chest. In the middle of the half moon, there are four gold swords vertically inserted. Next to the gold sword on the far right, there are three superimposed Venus. The color of the half moon represents the color of the martial soul level, the gold sword represents the realm of cultivation, and the Venus represents the level of each level, According to the logo on his chest, the martial artist can see that he is a green martial soul talent of level 4, and his accomplishments are the strength of a level 33 martial general.

Next to them are yellow half moon, three golden swords and five superimposed stars. They all represent the Yellow martial soul of the third level. Their accomplishments are all level 25 martial artists. This gold medal sign is the level sign issued to all martial practitioners in the martial arts hall. Generally, people in the martial arts hall must wear it with them, and other martial practitioners can wear it at will.

At this time, the five people who came in walked in front of the three martial practitioners in the original order. The parents of the tested left their children and stood not far from their children, looking forward to their children.

"First, please come forward." when he was ready, the standing martial artist shouted. His chest was an orange half moon. Two golden swords and four superimposed stars represented that he was a second-class orange martial soul and a level 14 warrior.

Hearing the speech, the father of the first child quickly whispered, "little Han, come on, don't be afraid, come on!"

The child named Xiao Han was wearing a long coat with some rags. His skin was dark and slightly older than the children of his age. He heard his father's words, nodded, walked to the three martial practitioners and looked at them in fear.

"Don't be afraid of children. Sit down on this Futon." the martial practitioner in the middle said.

"Oh." the little man answered and sat on the futon in front of him.

"Well, boy, tell Uncle your name?" when the little man sat down, the martial artist on the left smiled and asked.

"My name is Mahan. I'm eight years old..." the little Han turned to look at the martial arts practitioner and replied inertia. His eyes were a pair. Suddenly, the little Han's body trembled slightly unnaturally. Then he saw a purple triangular crystal the size of a fist in the martial arts practitioner's hand. He took a picture of the little Han's distracted eyes, and then saw the little Han behind him, A weak red shadow gradually emerged, and the group of ignorant children behind him suddenly exclaimed. Only Zheng ZiNuo stared at the illusory shadow behind Xiao Han curiously and muttered, "is this the martial spirit? The lowest martial spirit in red."