This figure looked a bit old, with wrinkles spreading like ravines on his face. However, under this old age, Qin Yichen did feel an extremely dangerous feeling.

Obviously, this old man is the saint-level powerhouse he felt!

"Jin Xianxuan has met Mr. Ran!"

The old man came to the front, bowed respectfully to Jin Ran, and said.

“It’s hard work growing old.”

Jin Ran nodded and said lightly.

"Who is this?"

Jin Xianxuan turned his eyes to Qin Yichen and asked with some surprise.

"His name is Qing Chen, a little brother I met on the way here."

Jin Ran nodded to Qin Yichen and said, "This is senior Jin Xianxuan from our clan who guards the Ten Thousand Clans Battlefield."

"Qingchen has met senior."

Qin Yichen narrowed his eyes slightly, a saint-level strongman, in order to guard this place, actually stayed in the battlefield of ten thousand races for a long time. The background of this Jinyan clan is really tyrannical.

Moreover, according to Qin Yichen's estimation, there should be more than one saint-level strongman in the Jin Yan clan who can dominate one side in the battlefield of all races!

"Haha, little friend, you have an extraordinary temperament. No wonder Mr. Ran is willing to make friends with you."

Jin Xianxuan looked at Qin Yichen for a moment, then smiled.

From Jin Ran's posture walking side by side with him, it is not difficult to see that the latter should have considerable strength. If it were just the strength he showed on the surface, Jin Ran would definitely not treat him like this.

"It's just a coincidence."

Qin Yichen said with a smile without saying anything.

"Master Ran, there are some things I would like to take a step forward and report to you."

After chattering for a few words, Jin Xianxuan's expression condensed slightly and he said to Jin Ran.

"Did those guys start jumping around again?"

Jin Ran asked calmly.

"Well, and..."

Jin Xianxuan paused, looked at Qin Yichen, and stopped talking.

"Brother Qing, please go down and rest first. I will come back to you later."

Jin Ran frowned and said to Qin Yichen.

"Um."

Qin Yichen nodded, and under the leadership of those powerful men, he flew towards the city below.

In fact, Qin Yichen could guess a thing or two about what they were going to talk about.

Saint-level powerhouses are not uncommon in the outside world, but in places like the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, they are the top combat power capable of dominating one side.

Although, some saint-level powerhouses were blessed by certain top races and were able to successfully break through.

Perhaps, at the beginning, these saint-level powerhouses would be grateful to them, but as their status suddenly rises, whichever saint-level powerhouse dominates one side will be willing to become a pawn in the hands of others.

Even though they are afraid of those top races and do not dare to oppose them too openly, there are definitely many things that go against them.

Moreover, Qin Yichen knew that special places like the Battle Spirits of Ten Thousand Races must have saint-level experts to explore the way. If he is not careful, even saint-level experts are in danger of falling into it.

The top races that occupy those special areas enter them every once in a while, and every time they enter, they will summon the saint-level experts who belong to their command.

However, every harvest gained in it belongs to the top race!

Risk your life to enter that kind of place, and after arduous exploration, the results still belong to others.

Even if they are grateful, they will still feel conflicted after a few more visits or seeing the death of a strong man who is also a saint.

Moreover, such resistance is not uncommon.

Even, in the war zone of all races, there are several places like this that have been occupied by some saint-level powerhouses who are instigating rebellion!

However, it is not Qin Yichen's turn to worry about these things. The Jin Yan clan has been able to frighten them for so long, so they must have their own solution.

He just wanted to take the opportunity to see the fighting spirits of all races.

Under the leadership of those powerful men, Qin Yichen went straight to a palace in the center of the city to rest.

Here, no one comes to disturb him. Qin Yichen is also focusing on his own cultivation, quietly waiting for Jin Ran to come to him.

This kind of time lasted for half a month before Jin Ran arrived at Qin Yichen's palace.

"Brother Qing."

When they met again, Qin Yichen was keenly aware that there was a hint of deeply hidden anger under the latter's plain face.

"What? How can I help you?"

Qin Yichen took in his expression and said.

"Brother Qing, I originally wanted to take you there, but..."

Jin Ran sighed and muttered for a while.

"how?"

Qin Yichen narrowed his eyes slightly. The purpose of coming here with Jin Ran was to get the fighting spirits of all races. If they couldn't get in, wouldn't their trip be in vain?

"Brother Qing doesn't know. The number of places available each time you enter is limited. Every time you enter, there are only three places available, except for saint-level experts."

Jin Ran frowned and said, "Humph, those two shameless people actually asked me to bring one person in each!"

Hearing this, Qin Yichen narrowed his eyes slightly, obviously he did not expect such a situation to happen.

Of the three places, the two guys Jin Ran mentioned must be the saint-level experts who dominate one side, and the last place is naturally Jin Ran!

"Brother Jin, how did you calculate in the past?"

Qin Yichen couldn't help but asked curiously, if those saint-level powerhouses were allowed to develop their own power, I'm afraid they would be able to cultivate new saint-level powerhouses through the war spirits of all races.

How could the Jin Yan clan allow this kind of thing to happen?

"We set this quota ourselves."

Jin Ran paused, with a hint of embarrassment in his expression, and then said with a touch of anger: "If it weren't for the death of that idiot Jin Mi, and countless clan members were vying for that position, how could I have come in alone this time...

"

Hearing this, Qin Yichen couldn't help but have a row of black lines fall from his head. Jin Mi's status in the Jin Yan clan is definitely not low.

Although he did not die in his own hands, it was because he was severely injured that others took the opportunity to kill him. In the final analysis, this matter seemed to be inseparable from him.

"Haha, Brother Jin, bring the tow tank in, and you will be the one who gets hurt."

Qin Yichen also looked angry and said with emotion.

"Brother Qing, is there anything you can do?"

Jin Ran raised his eyebrows. He naturally knew that the fighting spirits of all races were terrifying, and he did not want to see those powerful saint-level warriors benefit from their own.

"Can't we just let them bring them and then kill them?"

Qin Yichen chuckled and said lightly.

"Brother Qing is planning to..."

Hearing this, a strange light flashed in Jin Ran's eyes.

Under Qin Yichen's advice, a plan had already been hatched in his mind.
Chapter completed!