The owner of one of the eyes came from a woman. I saw that the woman's long hair like silk satin poured down like the Milky Way falling into the nine heavens, slender willow eyebrows, a pair of eyes that were soul-stirring, a small nose, pink cheeks, a small mouth like a dripping cherry, white cheeks as smooth as jade, and a skin that could be broken by blowing was as tender as soft honey, and her posture was attractive and wonderful.

It seems that the age is not very large. About fifteen or sixteen years old, but with the charm of a mature woman.

The pair of eyes that hooked the soul took a deep look at the cold light. The charming eyes were like silk, which melted away the coldness in Hanguang's heart and made Hanguang's heart tremble.

And the owner of the other pair of eyes is Ye Hanchao, whom Hanguang met on the road.

At this moment, Ye Hanchao's eyes did not have that deep disdain and that kind of dissatisfaction with the cold light. In his eyes, there was a bit of sympathy, but also a bit of indignation.

In fact, Hanguang is not worthy of Ye Hanchao's sympathy. Because even if Hanguang was sneered at by these obviously well-known people, it was just a fight between Hanguang and their nobles. What Ye Hanchao's real view of Hanguang has changed is Hanguang's heart.

The children of ordinary families have been pampered since childhood. Where can you stand a little grievance, if you don't agree with a word, you will put the other party to death with a direct wave of your hand. Although this is a kamikaze academy and must not be presumptuous, Hanguang's calmness without saying a word still made Ye Hanchao's opinion of Hanguang change a little.

Ye Hanchao encountered Hanguang when he came, so he also knew that Hanguang really didn't have any protection. Not even a good mount. Although the clothes on his body look very gorgeous, they are 108,000 miles away from those real "boys".

The clothes of the cold light look very gorgeous indeed. But what's behind this?

The clothes look bejeweled, with the feeling of a big family. But this dress has no effect on the cold light, if it is effective, it is also the effect of shaming.

The eldest son from a real martial arts family is not too flashy in the clothes he wears. Because what, it's not that they don't want to show off, it's that the material of their clothes can't make it gorgeous.

No matter how poor the family is, they send their talented children to study in the kamikaze academy. The road must be protected all the way, and the clothes and treasures on the body will definitely be the best. Just like a young man in white who mocked the cold light, although the clothes he wore were simple, they were indeed a rare treasure. That dress alone is enough to withstand the blow of a situation-breaking powerhouse!

It's not a child of a big family, but the Han family, which ranks among the top ten in the mainland, is a peripheral disciple, but it is not even more shabby than ordinary people from small families.

All kinds of factors actually made Ye Hanchao feel sympathetic to the cold light.

It's the same end of the world......

"Hey, that's you. Hanguang, hurry up, don't you want to sign up!"

In the distance, a man was crying out for the cold light. That person's voice was not very loud, it should be said that it was very small, but in the ears of the cold light, the voice was unusually clear and peaceful, and there was no difference between a person and a normal speech.

Although Hanguang was surprised by the extraordinary strength of this person, he still walked over quickly.

I saw an old man in very sloppy clothes sitting on a Taishi chair, with Erlang's legs crossed, holding a wine gourd in his hand, and said to Hanguang while drinking.

Hanguang was slightly surprised, but when he thought that this was likely to be a worldly master, he walked over respectfully.

As soon as he walked within the range of the old man's ten meters ago, an invisible energy suddenly rose, isolating the cold light from the vision behind him. It's like a layer of thick fog, so that the cold light can't see the scene behind it, and the people behind can't see the cold light at all.

Behind the old man was also an open space, with only a narrow passage, and all the other people in his sight just now disappeared from the eyes of the cold light.

"Hey, come here!" the old man wiped his mouth with his dirty sleeves, and then rubbed his hand on his tattered pants again before he said to Hanguang.

"Hmm!" Hanguang nodded.

"Let me see your bones!" the old man motioned for Hanguang to stretch out his hand.

"Yes!" Hanguang respectfully stretched out his hand in front of the old man.

The dirty, greasy hands grabbed the cold light and squeezed it tightly. The old man's brows furrowed tightly, making Hanguang nervous.

After a long time, the old man sighed, took a sip of wine, and said to Hanguang:

"You don't have enough talent. You're still too rubbish!"

The feeling of loss filled the heart of the cold light, but the old man in front of him was obviously an unfathomable character, and he said that talent was not good. Perhaps, it's really not enough......

"No one here can know, what you have to say, it's useless to say it to me. I'm just a street guy, and I'm not really angry at all...... You said it, and I won't tell the above, because I have no way to tell the above. Hahaha, you've been deceived, it's so funny, I've got another drink today!"

The old man laughed to himself, sitting on his chair with his fingers picking at his toes.

In the stomach of the cold light, there was a burst of nausea, just this hand, but it touched his own hand!