Ge Yi's eyes were indifferent. He glanced at Qingyi with thick eyebrows and the middle-aged man, and asked.
The middle-aged man's name was Jing Yuan, and he frowned, saying, "It's hard to say. It seems that the cultivation for that boy is just seven times his shattered fate state, but if we look at his combat power, both ordinary people and nature are strong, I'm afraid that's not enough."
Ge Yi nodded and said, "Jing Du, what do you think?"
Another middle-aged man with a round face and wearing a blue coat thought, "I've always believed, regarding today's warfare, that kid has always been hiding his strength."
Ge Yi nodded again, "Then who do you prefer over Lingxiao Academy?"
The thick-browed middle-aged said, "I think He Yifan should be better."
The round-faced middle-aged walked away, shaking his head, "Although He Yifan is strong, that's just superficial. As long as you have a unique perspective, you can usually see through it."
