Even if they didn't say which one was, Sanjie and Zhu Haitang were still conscious.

Zhou Shenling's eyes were patrolling for a long time: "You four are children from the Beiya and have a graded official position. I won't use that trick to deal with you, but I also tell you that I will only be stricter with you."

"Oh." Wang Ce responded.

"I'm not afraid to tell you that I don't like you." Zhou Shenling expressed contempt and dissatisfaction. He was qualified to be unhappy. Wang Ce temporarily received the title of the sixth rank, which forced him to preside over this training in person.

Generally, there are hundreds of households in the training. In the past, there were hundreds of households in the big test. But this time it didn’t work. Wang Ce was also a sixth-rank rank, and he couldn’t suppress him without the fifth-rank rank.

Although he is very low-key, Wang Ce is probably the first person to receive the sixth rank immediately after the major tests over the years.

"I know you, do you think the top scorer is amazing? In Nanya, you are not even a troublemaker."

Wang Ce blinked, and Zhou Shenling simply spoke up: "Before you are injured, you may have some martial arts talents, but after you are injured, you are not as good as you. Even Pixin and Luke are better than you. They practice at least four or five hours a day, where are you!"

"If I remember correctly, you only practice for one to two hours a day!"

Zhou Shenling shook his whip and turned around contemptuously: "You are just a trash, a lazy person. I have a hundred ways to deal with you with a thorn like you."

Wang Ce was hurting his self-esteem, and I did nothing and said nothing... As for what happened to me like this?

"I deserve it!"

Many young men witnessed this scene, and some people shouted out their resentment: "If martial arts fail, why is he the first name and the deputy household!"

"Yes, it's just a ten round. None of us is better than him."

It seems that many young people always have resentment towards Wang Ce's first test title.

Wang Ce was sad: "Look, Api Ak, your mass base is too poor. We must join us, otherwise I am really worried that we will be beaten with our heads on the other day."

Api Ake rolled his eyes, he didn't agree with you, okay?

Climbing together? That's a must. Zhu Haitang deeply agreed and extended a pair of Xiong Shiwu's bizarre hands next to him: "Of course I should be."

Training is not as exaggerated as I saw in film and television in my previous life. It is mainly to cultivate the professional skills of new people and personal practice, including how to assassinate people with high cultivation with low cultivation.

This training base is not only Wang Ce, a teenager who is a big test, but also another group of people are training.

Wang Ce intentionally passed by and found that the training was mostly ordinary people, such as tea shops, beggars and homeless people. This group of people received simple eyeliner training, that is, simple discernment and judgment.

Even so, Wang Ce was amazed. Of course, this is not as professional as the modern intelligence organization in his previous life. But compared to the Jinyiwei, it seems that it is much more professional.

The martial arts professors here are basically the same as those of a special teacher. Starting from the basics, dismantle every move and every move, chop and slash and thorn, etc. one by one.

I have to admit that Wang Ce has almost quickly absorbed basic knowledge about martial arts and combat these days. His cultivation has not yet increased, but even after listening to these martial arts professors, his practical combat power is definitely much stronger than before.

Then, in such a course, the most anticipated course comes.

Battle Spirit!

A few days later, a professor appeared in the War Spirit Course and said with a smile: "I am here to help you have War Spirit. I am a refiner."

"Maybe you don't know what a refiner does. Most people don't need to know, and there is no need to know. If someone among you is suitable to be a refiner, maybe I will accept him as a disciple."

The refiner smiled: "I'll give you half an hour to rest and your body. After half an hour, we'll test your war spirit affinity."

The teenagers tried hard to rest for half an hour.

The refiner had already prepared the test tools and made a random move: "Okay, Wang Ce, you are the top spot, you can test it first!"

Wang Ce has always felt why there is no test of the affinity of war spirits to select geniuses.

At this moment, he understood.

The test is very trivial and professional, and it is impossible to popularize the test. Wang Ce saw with his own eyes that Master Zhang Weiming took out a small bottle from his backpack and poured out a little fine sand-like powder into the bowl.

The powder penetrated into a bowl filled with clear water and was stirred well. Master Zhang said: "Blood drop."

Dozens of teenagers watched nervously, Wang Ce dripped blood into the bowl as he spoke. The clear water melted into the blood, and gradually a trace of milky white flowed.

Master Zhang was shocked and took out another pagoda-shaped tool and a simple stamp. The stamp was simply stained with some cinnabar and other pigments: "Take off your top!"

At first glance, Master Zhang's eyes lit up and he put the stamp on Wang Ce.

Then, Master Zhang looked at the pattern without saying a word, and did not know what method he used to release a colorless battle spirit from the pagoda and drilled into Wang Ce's temporary pattern.

Suddenly, a radiant blue light burst out from the temporary pattern.

Zhu Haitang's face suddenly changed, and the boy was even more uproaring.

Master Zhang Lian announced loudly with a expressionless face: "Wang Ce, the affinity of the war spirit is two to three degrees."

Wang Ce scratched his head and saw something wrong from everyone's expressions: "Isn't it very bad?"

Zhu Haitang remained silent.

"The test is white and blue. Wang Ce can only bear the heroic war spirits at most, and can only bear the maximum of three war spirits in his life. The two tests are to ensure that there is no error, and this is the final result."

The affinity is the smallest one and the largest one is the nine. Now, how bad the affinity of two and three is, it is clear.

Most warriors generally have only one affinity, or even one affinity, so there is no need to have a war spirit. Only a few people have a greater affinity than one.

How many are there in a few? This is proved by numbers.

Only ten warriors will have one of them possess a fighting spirit.

Master Zhang Lian glanced at the boy deeply and felt very regretful. He was responsible for testing this job in the Nanya. He saw that many boys were depressed and silent because of this.

A large group of teenagers were behind, and at first they were commotion and ridiculed loudly, as if they thought this would be to defeat Wang Ce.

Wang Ce pulled his hair and looked bitter: "It hurts too much self-esteem, I can't afford to hurt!"

When he thinks about being ridiculed and despised by these innocent young people every day, he feels sad. Why do these little ghosts always think that he is a waste? Why don’t they find the glowing spots on him?

Who made him perform like this all the time, giving these teenagers such a vivid and vivid illusion?

Wang Ce walked away with ease and thoughtfully: "It's interesting!"

If you cannot withstand the battle spirit of heroes, then what about Tao Yuanming? This person is at the level of Xuangui, one level stronger than the heroes.

Affinity is of no use to Wang Ce.

"Falling is not dust, four degrees."

Luo Feichen seemed not very happy, and looked at Wang Ce with a smile.

...Why do everyone look at me and use me to make confidence? Wang Ce sighed, it’s so hard, this is fate.
Chapter completed!