Chapter 6

"It turned out to be the childe of martial arts master Zheng." when the three martial arts practitioners saw Zheng Changfeng coming to the futon with Zheng ZiNuo, their attitude was obviously much better.

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

"Martial arts teacher Zheng, you're welcome. This is our duty." the martial arts practitioner in the middle smiled and replied, "I don't know what kind of surprise martial arts teacher Zheng's little childe can bring us. Let's start."

"What's your name, kid?" is the usual method to attract people's attention, but it doesn't seem to play any role in Zheng ZiNuo.

"Uncle, I know you want to attract my attention and let me see your eyes, right?" Zheng ZiNuo replied with his eyes closed.

"Eh?" the three martial arts practitioners were stunned, including Zheng Changfeng, but they immediately responded and shouted, "Xiao Nuo, don't fool around and do as the master said."

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

He opened his eyes and stared at the martial artist on the left. Just as the martial artist was ready to take out the purple crystal, Zheng ZiNuo suddenly said, "eh? Uncle, there is a big eye droppings in your eyes."

"Ah? Eye droppings?" the three martial practitioners looked at each other. The martial practitioner reached out and touched his eyes. He was unable to laugh or cry.

"Xiao Nuo, you..." although Zheng Changfeng was very angry, he couldn't get angry in the face of such a lovely little son. He pretended to be gloomy and said, "Zi Nuo, shut up for me. If you don't cooperate with the master's test well, you will suffer when you go home."

"Oh." Zheng ZiNuo was a little angry and wanted to retort, "he really has eye droppings." but when he saw his father's gloomy face, he still couldn't help talking.

"The martial spirit emerged." this time, the martial artist didn't do much. He took out the purple crystal directly and drank softly at Zheng ZiNuo's eyes. Zheng ZiNuo's eyes suddenly blurred, as if he were lost, and a faint white shadow emerged behind him.

"En? White soul? Standard Waste martial spirit!" the three people present, including Zheng Changfeng, frowned when they saw the light white illusion behind Zheng ZiNuo that they could hardly see carefully. Zheng Changfeng is a nervous heart, completely sink to the bottom of the valley, the whole person is like collapse, and can no longer afford any strength.

With their years of cultivation experience, they know that the more talented a person is, the higher his innate martial spirit level is. On the contrary, if the martial spirit is weaker, the worse his talent is.

But at this time, seeing the illusory white phantom behind Zheng ZiNuo, Zheng Changfeng's heart completely cooled down.

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

"Level zero..." although Zheng Changfeng knew that ZiNuo's innate martial spirit was a waste of martial spirit, he still felt like he had been electrocuted after hearing the report. After a long time, he slowly nodded, sighed and said to Sanren, "thank you three." after that, he directly pulled Zheng ZiNuo out.

At this time, when Zheng ZiNuo heard the man say that his talent was level zero, he had sobered up from the confused state, and his heart was very lost. He left here with his father without saying a word.

"Grade zero, ha ha... I didn't expect it to be a waste. My daughter is still grade four." the man surnamed Chen at the door was as satisfied as if he had picked up a million. But when he saw Zheng Changfeng coming with a gloomy face, he still didn't dare to touch him face to face, so he hurried away with his daughter.

"How about Zi Nuo? How many martial arts disciples?" seeing his father holding Zheng ZiNuo's little hand, Zheng Zizhou, who was anxiously waiting outside the hall, hurried up and asked.

"Go back, Zizhou, your brother is not suitable for martial arts. Our family will depend on you to carry forward in the future. Don't let your father down." Zheng Changfeng didn't blame Zheng ZiNuo, but this sentence deeply stimulated his young mind. At this time, he secretly vowed that what if there was no heaven's gift? I want to cultivate martial arts as well. I also want to prove it to my father and my brother, I can still reach the martial Saint level without talent.

The naive idea began to sprout from this moment. Maybe many children who were tested unable to cultivate martial arts can think of sadness and decadence at this moment, or how to be scolded by their parents when they go home. At this time, Zheng ZiNuo made up his mind to practice martial arts without talent. Can he do it?