Chapter 6 The test starts
"Well, okay." Zheng Changfeng nodded. It was noted that he didn't really like this Boss Chen who spoke one way and thought another.
At this time, Zheng Zinuo was nervously looking at the children in front of him being led into the martial palace by their parents, without caring what his father was telling the uncle just now. He kept staring at the gate of the martial palace, through which walked out few parents with their children. Most of them were disappointed. There were even some parents blaming their children angrily. Only very few walked out with joy.
Seeing this, Zheng Zinuo started to worry. He thought to himself "If my martial talent level turned out to be low, will my father blame me or will he be upset with me?" But when he saw Zheng Zizhou nodding to him firmly, Zinuo felt relieved a lot.
"I have the same parents with my elder brother. He turned out to be a blue martial fighter with level nine talent. I shouldn't be too bad anyway." Although Zheng Zinuo was young, he still knew how to comfort himself.
After an hour or so, there weren't many left in front of them. Including Zheng Zinuo, there were about less than a dozen people.
"Five more into here!" A young man in a white martial robe told the people waiting outside the martial palace.
"It's our turn Zinuo. Let's get in." Hearing the announcement. Zheng Changfeng grabbed the hands of Zheng Zinuo and said.
"Well." Zheng Zinuo nodded and turned to look at the dozens of people behind him. There were only five people in the front, including him.
"Brother, wait for me. I will come out soon." Zheng Zinuo followed his father into the martial palace while saying goodbye to Zheng Zizhou by his side.
When they just got into the martial palace, it was just the end of one test. They could tell that the kid's talent didn't exceed level three from the gloomy face of his father. The kid didn't have the chance to join the martial fighters.
The martial palace was very spacious, in a square shape. It must be of 200 square meters large, with over 10 meters in height. The interior decoration was also luxurious, with several giant statues standing in the back of the palace. Three directors of around forty years old were sitting in front of those statues, with a young assistant in his twenties standing next to them.
They were all in white martial uniforms, with a tag on their chest representing their ranking.
Among the three martial masters sitting on the futon, the one in the middle had a tag of green half-moon, with four golden swords on the half-moon. The golden sword on the right also had three stars. The green color of the half-moon represented the level of his martial talent. The golden sword stood for the realm of cultivation. Each star represented one level. This martial master was a level four green martial fighter, a level thirty-three warrior.
The other two masters next to the one in the middle both had a yellow half-moon, three golden swords and five stars. They were level three yellow martial fighter, a level twenty-five warrior. They all had a gold tag which was issued by the martial palace. Every martial fighter in the martial palace was required to wear the tag. Other martial fighters could decide on themselves.
At this time, the five people who came in the palace walked to the front of the three martial masters. Their parents all left their children and were standing away, looking at their children with hope.
"Please step forward, the first candidate." The standing martial fighter said. He had an orange half-moon, two golden swords and four stars on his tag. He was a level two orange martial fighter, a level fourteen warrior.
Hearing this, the first kid's father hurriedly whispered "Little Han, go over to the masters. Don't be afraid. Come on!"
The child named Little Han, wearing a long worn robe, dark-skinned, looked a little mature than his peers. He nodded to his father's words and walked up to the three martial masters, looking at them with a little nervousness.
"Don't be afraid, kid. Come sit on this futon." The martial master in the middle said so.
"Oh." Little Han said and sat down on the futon nervously.
"Well, boy, tell us what is your name?" After the kid sat down, the martial master on the left asked with a smile.
"My name is Ma Han. I am eight years old..." Little Han looked at the martial master and replied. Their eyes looked into each other. Suddenly Little Han started to tremble. The martial master had a purple triangle crystal of a palm's size all of a sudden. He showed the crystal to Little Han's eyes, after which a small red shadow appeared behind the boy. The group of children behind Little Han started yelling, except for Zheng Zinuo. Only Zinuo had his eye open, looking at the illusion behind Little Han and murmured, "It is the martial soul? Red is the lowest level of martial soul."