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The road Wen Fan came from when he came back changed directions again, and the more he walked this time, the more open the road became.

"Hall of Talent!" Wen Fan looked at the building in front of him and couldn't help but pronounce the name. "This should be it!" and walked in excitedly.

There were quite a few people inside, there were enough eight testing positions, but they were still too busy, and there were long queues behind each location.

"Why are there so many people?" Wen Fan was in trouble, if he queued up, he didn't know when he would have to wait, he would probably have to spend the night in the city! He touched his shriveled wallet, his expression was a little unnatural.

"Hey, why is there no one there?" Wen Fan muttered to himself strangely, and slowly stepped forward.

It's not that there is no one, but there is only an old man, this old man has a craggy skin, fluffy hair, and the clothes on his body are also dyed colorful, as if he has been splashed with paint, and when he approaches, he also exudes a sour smell.

"Young man, do you want to test your talent?" Seeing Wen Fan coming, the old man asked with a smile, his eyes with dark circles, and he felt extremely evil when he smiled.

Wen Fan was a little restrained, accustomed to the arrogant attitude of the people in the academy, and suddenly appeared such a kind question, which made him unable to adapt for a while, nodded and did not speak.

"Show me what you brought first!" the old man said casually, as if he was more interested in Wen Fan, but he didn't expect much from him.

"Something!" "Oh!" Wen Fan was stunned for a moment, opened the cloth bag, and carefully took out the golden dew grass!

The old man took the golden dew grass and looked at it, "The color of the leaf stem is dark yellow, it is the golden dew grass, but you won't keep this grass in a cloth bag for a few days, right?" the old man asked curiously.

"I picked it yesterday and only left it for one night!" Wen Fan replied truthfully, and asked again: "Is there any problem?"

The old man stroked his loose beard and said, "The golden dew grass, when it meets the sun, it grows essence, and when it meets the yin, it becomes dew, and its dew is golden, which is called golden dew, and you put the grass in a cloth bag, and you don't see the sun all day long, so that the edges of its leaves begin to turn yellow, which is a sign of withering!"

"Then is this golden dew grass still useful?" Seeing that the old man was the way, he opened his mouth and came, Wen Fan was a little worried.

The old man smiled and said, "Maybe for others, it's meaningless, maybe for me, it's still worth something!"

"That's good!" Wen Fan breathed a long sigh of relief, he was afraid that a "useless" word would burst out of the old man's mouth, and yesterday's efforts would be in vain.

The old man smiled at him, handed over a glass of water, and said, "Drink some water first, I'll clean up the utensils, it's been a long time!"

Wen Fan was flattered, and saw that the table in front of the old man was indeed a little scattered, so he didn't care!

"Hmm, this water seems to taste a little weird!" Wen Fan looked at the cup, and saw the bottom of the cup clearly, "There's no problem, it's just ordinary clear water!"

"What's your name?" asked the old man as he cleaned up, diverting his attention.

"Wen Fan!"

"Do you know what talent is?"

Wen Fan shook his head.

"Talent is a person's affinity for a thing, or a grinding force, some people have, naturally some people don't!"

"When the talent is tested, this jade ball will show the corresponding pattern!" the old man said, pointing to a small ball of gold and silver next to him!

"There are many types of talents, but in general, they can be divided into four categories, one of which is weapon talent, such as swords, knives, guns, halberds, etc., people with this kind of talent can use talent weapons handy, and practicing the corresponding exercises can also get twice the result with half the effort. ”

"Second, beast soul talents, such as tigers, wolves, leopards, bears, etc., people with such talents can inherit the characteristics of gifted beasts, and their own physique can also be improved accordingly!"

"Third, natural talents, such as metal, wood, water, fire, etc., this kind of people have no combat power in the early stage, and only one move can rise to the top, and ordinary literati are this kind of talent!"

"The last one, the law talent, this kind is very rare, and there has been one in the history of Nancheng! There are few records in the literature! I don't know much!"

"Among the four categories, the weapon talent is the most, the beast soul is second, and naturally again, as for the law talent, you can treat it as if you haven't heard of it!"

The old man opened the conversation box and talked endlessly, although these are common sense things, but Wen Fan has never heard of them, and he listens to them with relish!

However, he felt a sudden discomfort in his stomach!

"What's the matter?" the old man asked eagerly, putting aside his belongings.

"My stomach hurts! I want to go to ....." Wen Fan held back his breath and said a sentence.

"Then, in that ....." Before he could finish speaking, the old man hurriedly pointed in a direction. Wen Fan did not hesitate, holding his stomach and rushing away.

A quarter of an hour later, the problem was solved, and finally he was more comfortable, Wen Fan exhaled heavily.

"How is it, apart from stomach pain, what else does it feel wrong, such as dizziness?" As soon as Wen Fan came back, the old man asked anxiously.

Wen Fan felt strange, although he had always felt that this old man was chattering, but he was not bad to him, so he didn't take it to heart.

"It's nothing, I just had an upset stomach for a while, but now it's much better!" Thinking of that glass of water, Wen Wenfan said suspiciously: "The water you handed me won't add anything to it, it tastes weird!"

"How can it be !!," the old man denied, but the conversation changed, "I just added a little worry powder to it!

"You really added something, no wonder I have a stomachache!" Wen Fan was a little angry.

"Wen Fan Xiaoyou, you can be content, the medicinal materials in that cup of water are worth 10,000 gold in the world, and that cup of forgetting worries water, according to my reasoning, can make people forget all distracting thoughts, and when they open their talents, they can concentrate on it, and the effect is greatly increased!"

"Reasoning! You use me as a test subject, and you don't tell me!" Wen Fan felt like he had been tricked, he thought that this old man was still a good person, but he didn't expect that he was also a raccoon dog.

"Calm down, calm down! Do you still test your talents?" the old man asked, confidently.

This sentence choked Wen Fan and snorted heavily!

"These things are almost packed up, and when you are dispensing talent water, you can detect and turn on the talent!" the old man turned around and said to himself, opening the topic again, "Do you know what martial artists are?"

"I don't know!" Wen Fan replied repeatedly, and his anger had not yet subsided.

"Martial artists are just the first stage of cultivators, practicing qi level! Generally, people with weapon talent and beast soul talent are all martial artists, and martial artists are divided into seven levels, one to three are low-level, four to six are medium-level, and seventh-level is high-level! Low-level martial artists, but their speed and strength are a little more powerful than ordinary people, while middle-level martial artists can practice martial arts, fly eaves and walk walls, and break stones with their fists! As for high-level martial artists, they can resist qi! Picking flowers and flying leaves can hurt people! Moreover, at this stage, they can break through the mystery and ask for cultivation!"

"Talent water is ready, come and drink it, and you can open the talent!" the old man turned around, holding a bowl of water in his hand, temptingly.

Wen Fan looked at it, only to see that the water in the bowl was pale cyan, and he looked at the old man suspiciously, "You won't add messy things to it again, right?"