C6 White Martial Spirit

"So it's the young master of Martial Master Zheng." When the three martial cultivator saw Zheng Changfeng bring Zheng Zinuo to the futon, their attitudes became much better.

"En, thank you, three grandmasters." Zheng Changfeng nodded and said.

"Martial Master Zheng is too polite. This is our responsibility." The martial cultivator in the middle smiled and replied, "I wonder what kind of surprise Martial Master Zheng's young master will bring us. Let's begin."

"Little friend, what's your name?" The method that attracted people's attention was as usual, but it didn't seem to have any effect on 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 cultivator were stunned, including Zheng Changfeng who was standing beside them. He immediately reacted and shouted in a low voice, "Little Nuo, don't mess around. Do as the Great Master says."

"Oh, got it." He didn't dare to provoke his father's dignity.

He opened his eyes and stared at the martial cultivator on the left. Just as the martial cultivator was about to take out the purple crystal, Zheng Zinuo suddenly said, "Eh? Uncle, you have a big eye in your eye."

"Ah? Eye poop?" The three martial cultivator looked at each other. The martial cultivator touched his eyes and did not know whether to laugh or cry.

"Xiao Nuo, you..." Although Zheng Changfeng was very angry, he could not get angry when faced with such a cute little son. He pretended to be gloomy and said, "Zinuo, shut up. If you don't cooperate with the master test, You will suffer when you go home. "

" Oh. " Zheng Zinuo was a little depressed and wanted to refute a few more words, "Does he really have eye poop?" But when he saw his father's gloomy face, he held back his words.

" The martial soul has appeared. " This time, the martial cultivator did not do much and directly took out the purple crystal. He looked at Zheng Zinuo and shouted. Zheng Zinuo's eyes became blurry. As if he had lost his soul, a faint white figure appeared behind him.

"Hmm? A white soul? A standard trash martial soul!" The three people present, including Zheng Changfeng, frowned when they saw the faint white phantom behind Zheng Zinuo that they couldn't even see clearly. Zheng Changfeng's nervous heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and he looked like he was about to collapse. He could no longer muster up any strength.

With their many years of cultivation experience, they knew that the more talented one was, the higher the grade of his innate martial soul. On the contrary, if the martial soul was weaker, the lower the grade of his innate martial soul would be.

However, when he saw the illusory white phantom behind Zheng Zinuo, Zheng Changfeng's heart turned cold.

"Martial talent level 0." Even though the martial cultivator on the right knew that the white martial soul was a standard useless martial soul, it was because of Zheng Changfeng. He still tested it to make him feel at ease. Based on his experience, he knew that this child in front of him was definitely not suitable for cultivation. However, he still did it. After using the crystal ball to test, There was no soul energy in the crystal ball at all.

"Level... 0..." Although Zheng Changfeng knew that Zinuo's innate martial soul was a useless martial soul, after hearing the report, After a long while... He nodded slowly and sighed to the three of them. " Thank you for your trouble." After saying that, he pulled Zheng Zinuo and walked out.

At this time, when Zheng Zinuo heard the person say that his talent was level 0, he had already woken up from his dazed state. He was also very disappointed in himself and silently followed his father out of this place.

"Level zero, hehe... I didn't expect him to be a trash. My daughter is still level four." When the man with the surname Chen heard this, it was as if he had picked up a million yuan. He was extremely satisfied. However, when he saw Zheng Changfeng walking over with a gloomy face, he still didn't dare to provoke him in front of his face. He hurriedly left with his daughter.

"How is Zinuo? What rank is he?" Seeing his father holding Zheng Zinuo's hand, Zheng Zizhou, who was anxiously waiting outside the hall, quickly went up to him and asked.

"Go back, Zizhou. Your brother is not suitable for martial cultivation. From now on, our family will depend on you to prosper. Don't let father down." Zheng Changfeng did not blame Zheng Zinuo, but this sentence had deeply stimulated his young heart. At this moment, he swore to himself that even if he did not have talent, so what? I also want to cultivate martial arts, and I also want to prove it to my father. If I showed it to my brother and the others, I would still be able to cultivate to the Martial Saint realm even without talent.

A naive thought began to sprout at this moment. Perhaps many children who were tested to be unable to cultivate martial arts could only think of sadness and dejection at this moment. Or perhaps they were thinking about how they would be scolded by their parents when they returned home, but at this moment, Zheng Zinuo had already made up his mind. Even if he had no talent, he still had to persist in practicing martial arts. Would he be able to do it?