C4 Begin Test

"Okay, okay." Zheng Changfeng nodded his head. It could be seen that he also did not like this Boss Chen who had different thoughts.

At this time, Zheng Zinuo was somewhat nervous as he watched the children in front of him being brought into Martial Cultivation Hall by their parents one by one. He did not care what his father said to that uncle. He just stared unblinkingly at the entrance of Martial Cultivation Hall. From time to time, one or two parents would walk out with their children. Most of them were depressed. Some parents even angrily scolded their children. Only a few of them were happy.

Zheng Zinuo looked worried. He thought, "If my talent in martial arts is low, will my father scold me? What if he is unhappy? " He looked at Zheng Zizhou, who was standing next to him, and saw that he had firmly nodded at him. He immediately felt a lot more relieved in his heart.

"Big Brother and I are both born to the same parents. He is a blue martial soul, a ninth grade innate talent. I don't think I'm that bad." Although he was young, Zheng Zinuo knew how to comfort himself like this.

After waiting for another incense stick of time, the thirty people in front of him gradually decreased. Finally, only a dozen people, including Zheng Zinuo, were left.

"Five more people, come in!" A young man wearing a white martial arts uniform walked out of the Martial Cultivation Hall's entrance and said to the people in the queue.

"Zinuo, it's our turn. Let's go in." Zheng Changfeng held Zheng Zinuo's hand and said when he heard the shout.

"En." Zheng Zinuo nodded and turned around to look at the dozen of people behind him. There were only four people in front of him, and he was the fifth one.

"Big brother, wait for me. I will be out soon." After saying goodbye to Zheng Zizhou, Zheng Zinuo followed his father into Martial Cultivation Hall.

After entering the Martial Cultivation Hall, it was time for the final candidate to finish the test. When he saw his father's gloomy face, he knew that this child's talent was definitely not above the third grade, and he had no chance of stepping into the ranks of the martial cultivator.

The Martial Cultivation Hall was very spacious. It was about two hundred square meters in size. It was nearly 10 meters tall, and the interior of the hall was decorated very luxuriously. A few huge statues of unknown figures were standing behind the hall. At this moment, three deacons of the Martial Cultivation Hall were sitting in front of the statues. They were all in their forties, and beside them stood a young assistant who was in his twenties.

Their uniform was white, and the only difference was the badge on their chest that represented their rank.

Three martial cultivator sat on the hassock, and the one in the middle had a green half moon on his chest. In the middle of the half moon were four golden swords, and beside the right golden sword were three superimposed golden stars. The color of the half moon represented the color of the martial soul, and the golden sword represented the realm of cultivation. The golden stars represented the level of each level. According to the symbol on his chest, this martial cultivator could tell that he was a fourth level green martial soul innate talent. His cultivation was a level 33 general.

The two people beside him were the yellow half moon, three golden swords, and five superimposed stars. They both represented the third level of the yellow martial soul. They were both at the level of a level 25 martial master, and this golden plate was the symbol of the level of the martial cultivator that was given to everyone in the Martial Cultivation Hall. Generally, people in the Martial Cultivation Hall had to wear the martial cultivator at all times, and the rest of the martial cultivator could be worn at any time.

At this moment, the five people who walked in followed the original order and walked in front of the three martial cultivator. The parents of the tested people left the child's side at the same time, and stood not far away from their child, looking at their child with anticipation.

"The first one, please come forward." After getting ready, the martial cultivator standing on the spot called out. His chest was an orange half moon. Two golden swords and four superimposed stars represented that he was a level two orange martial soul, a level fourteen warrior.

Hearing this, the first child's father hurriedly said in a low voice, "Little Han, quickly go over, don't be afraid, do your best!"

The child called Little Han wore a tattered long jacket. His skin was dark, and he seemed to be older and older than his peers. He heard his father's words. He nodded, and walked to the front of the three martial cultivator. He looked at the three of them with a terrified expression.

"Don't be afraid of the child. Come and sit on this praying mat." The martial cultivator in the middle said.

" Oh." The young man answered and sat on the hassock in front of him in shock.

"En, child, tell uncle what your name is?" After the young man sat down, the martial cultivator on the left asked with a smile.

"My name is Ma Han, I'm eight years old this year..." The young man turned his head and looked at the martial cultivator as he replied, I'm Ma Han, and I'm eight years old this year... Suddenly, the young man's body began to tremble unnaturally. Then, a purple triangular crystal the size of a fist appeared in the martial cultivator's hand. He looked at the young man's dazed eyes and then looked behind him. A small red shadow gradually appeared, causing the group of immature children behind him to cry out in alarm. Only Zheng Zinuo widened his eyes and curiously looked at the illusory shadow behind the young man and muttered. "Is this the martial soul? The lowest red martial soul."