Zhang Ye and the young men slowly walked into the hall.

The hall is vast and magnificent, with an extraordinary momentum. In the center of the hall, several deacons were sitting in a circle. Zhang Ye knew that these people were the ones responsible for testing the teenagers' qualifications.

A deacon instructed the teenagers to arrange the order of high and low, and then began the qualification test.

A person's qualifications can be divided into third-class nine grades, among which the first to third grade are the best qualifications; the fourth to sixth grade are the middle qualifications; and the seventh to ninth grades are the lowest qualifications.

According to legend, there is also a top-quality qualification above these nine-grade qualifications, but this legendary top-quality qualification has never been discovered.

In the center of the hall, there is a small pool made of crystal, which contains a special medicine liquid. Those who test their qualifications just need to drip a drop of their blood into the small pool and immediately know their qualifications.

If the blood turns purple in the medicine liquid, it is a high-quality qualification. If it turns blue, it is a medium-quality qualification. If the blood turns blue, it is a low-quality qualification.

If the blood spreads in the medicine liquid, it means that the person has a garbage qualification and is not suitable for cultivation at all.

The qualification test was very fast, and dozens of people were tested in just over a moment. Most of these dozens of people were of medium qualifications of 4 to 6th grade, but two were of high-quality qualifications of 3rd grade.

These two people were Zhang Yang and Zhang Dahong. Their blood fell into the medicine liquid and actually showed a faint purple color, which made the teenagers watching amaze.

Hearing the teenagers' amazement, Zhang Yang and Zhang Dahong were both proud, and even their chests were much taller.

Seeing the two of them looking proud, Zhang Yuhu snorted disdainfully, strode forward, cut his fingers, and dripped a drop of his blood into the medicine liquid.

Zhang Yuhu is a recognized genius. With his own ability, he practiced to the third level of martial arts at the age of thirteen. In the family competition, he won the first place with his strong strength and showed his strong strength. What is his qualifications in such a genius boy? He immediately aroused the interest of everyone, and everyone turned his attention to the drop of blood falling into the medicine liquid.

I saw the drop of blood rolling slightly in the medicine liquid, and then its color began to change, first from red to blue, then from blue to cyan, and then slowly from cyan to lavender.

The purple color gradually became thicker, much thicker than the ones in Zhang Yang and Zhang Dahong before.

The deacons who had been sitting on the chair couldn't sit still when they saw the drop of blood slowly getting thicker. They stretched their necks one by one and looked into the medicine.

The drop of blood finally stopped changing, showing a mysterious and noble purple color.

"Second-grade qualification!"

After a deacon took a look, he finally announced Zhang Yuhu's qualifications and grades.

"Hiss--" Hearing the deacon's announcement, the teenagers gasped, and looked at Zhang Yuhu with envy and jealousy, but more so, awe.

There may not be one of the third-grade qualifications in a million. There may not be one of the second-grade qualifications in a small amount, and there may not be one of the tens of millions. As long as they are not surprised, they will be able to successfully cultivate to the seventh level of martial arts in the future, and there are also many masters who have cultivated to the eighth level of martial arts.

Although the young men were more aware, they also knew that Zhang Yuhu and himself were completely from two worlds.

The young men looked at Zhang Yuhu in awe. The deacons looked at Zhang Yuhu with surprise, but their eyes were filled with surprise. They stood up one by one, unable to believe that there were even a second-grade qualification boy in the branch of the Zhang family.

"Well--not bad, I didn't expect that there were second-grade talents in the branches of the countryside!" A deacon looked at Zhang Yuhu, and the more he looked, the more he was happy.

"Yes, yes, in previous years, even if there were third-grade qualifications, it was difficult to find one. I didn't expect that there were two third-grade qualifications in a row, and even second-grade qualifications appeared!"

"Haha, Zhang Yuhu, right? This little guy is not only talented, but also has a good understanding. The information says that he has practiced to the third level of martial arts at the age of thirteen. There are not many such talents in Qingsang City, just looking at the entire Qingsang City."

"Well, in terms of qualifications, looking at the entire Qingsang City, there are only Zhang Yijian of our Zhang family, Luo Yongsheng of the Luo family, and Li Li of the Li family can be compared with Zhang Yuhu. Haha, the second-grade qualification boy has only four people in the entire Qingsang City, and our Zhang family occupies two of them. It seems that the day when our Zhang family is prosperous is just around the corner."

Several deacons discussed a few words and continued to start the test.

In the following tests, all the teenagers' qualifications were of medium qualifications of 4 to 6. Among them, Zhang Qing's qualifications were of fifth grade, while Zhang Que's qualifications were of fourth grade, which was considered a good qualification.

At this time, everyone focused on Zhang Ye.

Like Zhang Ye and Zhang Yuhu, they are both young masters who advanced to the third level of martial arts at the age of thirteen. Now, Zhang Yuhu already knows the qualifications. So, what are the qualifications of Zhang Ye, who entered the third level of martial arts at the age of thirteen?

Not only the teenagers were very interested in this issue, but also the deacons in charge of the test were also quite interested.

In the eyes of everyone, Zhang Ye walked to the medicine pool, cut his fingers, and dripped a drop of his blood into the medicine liquid.

The blood rolled in the medicine for a while and finally stopped. Everyone stared at the color of the drop of blood, and couldn't help but be stunned, almost believing in their eyes.

It turns out that the color of Zhang Ye’s drop of blood is actually light blue!

In other words, Zhang Ye is actually of inferior qualifications!

How could a person who practiced to the third level of martial arts at the age of thirteen have a inferior qualification?

The teenagers looked puzzled, and the deacons in charge of the test were also confused.

At this time, a deacon holding the information in his hand said in a deep voice: "There is nothing strange about this. The information shows that Zhang Ye was a person with the first level of martial arts a year ago. He quickly broke through to the third level of martial arts after taking the mutant drugs. In other words, his qualifications are indeed not good. He was able to advance to the third level of martial arts at the age of thirteen because he took the mutant drugs."

"So that's it!" The deacon in charge of the test said lowly, then he shook his head again, and there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes when he looked at Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye broke through to the third level of martial arts at the age of thirteen. He thought Zhang Ye was also a person with outstanding qualifications. But unexpectedly, Zhang Ye's qualifications were actually inferior.

The qualification itself is inferior, and it is forced to break through with drugs. Zhang Ye has used almost all the potential of this. In this life, it is very likely that he will never make any progress. When the deacons think about this, they are too lazy to even look at Zhang Ye.

The deacon in charge of the test shook his head and announced loudly: "Zhang Ye, eighth-grade qualification!"

"Eighth grade qualification, this is just a waste!" The teenagers' eyes were filled with gloating.

Zhang Yuhu, who always regarded Zhang Ye as his opponent, showed a hint of arrogant expression on his lips. Zhang Yang, who was resentful to Zhang Ye, laughed strangely. His eyes were full of ridicule and provocation. If it weren't for the deacons staring at him, he would definitely run forward and ridicule Zhang Ye before talking.

Zhang Ye had expected these reactions of the young deacons. He sneered in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged on his face, and he returned to his original place with a calm and calm manner.

"Zhang Ye is not very good at heart. However, if you want to go further in martial arts, you don't have the heart..." The deacon in charge of the test shook his head and shouted: "Next!"
Chapter completed!