In an instant, the eight elderly spiritual men left in groups, and only the last one looked at Yiran thoughtfully, then turned and left.

From the moment she heard the young man's words when she arrived, Yiran already understood the whole story.

Yi Ran had to admire this guy's boldness, but at the same time he also lamented the power of his talent.

The mage who was six years ago is now a spiritual powerhouse.

Back then, he dared to use his cultivation level as a magister to attack him who was standing next to the peak magister. Today, he even attracted a total of eight spiritual level experts.

But Yiran had a hunch that this guy could survive Li Qi's angry attack and still hide.

Facing monks of the same level today, even if there were eight of them, they would not be buried here.

Yiran walked leisurely towards the inn. What he saw today had released all the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for many days.

In a relaxed mood, I looked at the blue sky that seemed to become bluer, and looked at the flowers on the roadside that were as red as blood.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly returned to the flower.

Touching the petals lightly with your fingers, they were immediately stained with bright red blood, and the blood was actually a little warm.

Yiran stretched his senses to the limit and inspected the surrounding ground inch by inch, but only felt that it was completely empty without any trace.

"But why are there fresh blood stains on the flowers? Is it just passing by here?"

Yiran turned his eyes to the flowers again, and suddenly laughed when he saw the blood stains that were only found inside the petals and buds.

He folded the flowers and held them in his hands, then went straight back to the inn.

As soon as they entered the inn, the shopkeeper and the waiter looked at Yiran holding flowers, their eyes fixed and they looked at each other.

Yiran ignored them completely, went directly to his guest room, and placed the flowers on the ground.

Perception followed the petals into the bud, and finally found the comatose guy in the stamen.

There was no time to change the tattered clothes on his body.

Under the bombardment of various magics, the exposed wounds all over his body were corroded by the auras of various elements.

If it weren't for the vague breathing, this tattered body would definitely be regarded as a corpse if it was thrown in the corner.

Yiran also felt somewhat conflicted about this guy who had once attacked and killed him.

Should he take advantage of his illness to kill him, or should he treat him?

At least he made copies of the treasure map and scattered them around the city so that all monks could have a chance to understand them. His move was an out-and-out good thing.

Moreover, he also raised his leak-free body to the level of diamond body.

If it weren't for this skill, Yi Ran wouldn't have known how much heaven and earth treasures would have been spent on tempering his body.
Chapter completed!