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#314 - I'm not qualified? What about the Great Ranger!

The next day.

As the first rays of dawn emerged, golden light gently cascaded like a gauze curtain upon Windshadow Valley.

This valley in the Gobi Desert was once again enveloped in a bustling atmosphere.

Large numbers of slave laborers continued to toil in the faint morning light, diligently excavating the collapsed section of the abandoned tomb.

The checkpoint in the valley remained, and the guards still strictly forbade anyone from approaching.

Unlike in the past, these guards were initially composed of disciples from the Boundless Bright King Sect and the Star Demon Sea.

But now, a group of disciples dressed in white robes had quietly joined their ranks.

Clearly, the Great Snow Mountain Sect had reached an agreement with the other two major sects, joining them in controlling the treasure.

This change instantly attracted the attention of martial artists from other forces.

Some martial artists had already gathered at the checkpoint, wanting to understand what was happening.

However, there were also those who expressed dissatisfaction.

"What exactly are you three major forces up to?"

A one-eyed man shouted loudly, his voice hoarse:

"You secretly discuss things amongst yourselves, without telling everyone what you've agreed upon."

"As the saying goes, finders keepers. What exactly did everyone come here for after traveling thousands of miles?"

"So many people have already died for this treasure. You three major sects should go and take a look at the mass grave at the foot of the western mountain and see how many ordinary martial artists have died there."

"You must give us an explanation today!"

"Everyone, am I right?"

Under the one-eyed man's instigation, the pent-up anger in the hearts of the other martial artists was instantly ignited, and they responded righteously and indignantly.

They had long harbored resentment towards the three major sects for monopolizing the treasure by relying on their power.

Although the three major sects had solemnly promised to share a piece of the pie with everyone after unearthing the treasure,

as time passed, the suspicion of this promise grew stronger.

After all, the three major sects now jointly occupied the treasury and had set up checkpoints to prevent outsiders from approaching.

If they really dug up the treasure but deliberately concealed it and pocketed it, the other sects and martial artists would be helpless.

So, at this moment, many martial artists could no longer restrain themselves and shouted in unison:

"That's right! We want to go in and see! We must know the progress of the treasure excavation!"

"If you don't let us participate in the supervision, what if you three major sects are secretly playing tricks?"

"We must have an explanation today! Don't talk to these small fries, call out someone in charge!"

… …

The crowd's emotions grew more and more agitated.

There seemed to be people deliberately stirring up trouble in the crowd, shouting various words that provoked emotions and intensified conflicts.

This caused more martial artists with grievances to get involved.

Strangely, the one-eyed man who had initially shouted had disappeared without a trace, as if he had vanished into thin air.

Actually, it's no wonder the martial artists were so emotional.

For this treasure, they had traveled over mountains and ridges, trekking a long distance to get here.

They had finally discovered traces of the treasure, but it was forcibly controlled by the three major forces.

Everyone could only squeeze into this harsh valley and wait bitterly, and the poor living conditions had long caused complaints.

As time passed day by day, many people's food and water were about to run out, and they were about to lose the opportunity to guard the treasure.

Yet the progress of the treasure excavation was still unknown, how could this not make people anxious?

Today, someone took the lead in causing trouble, like a spark falling into a powder keg, instantly igniting the pent-up dissatisfaction of the crowd these days.

"The three major sects get out of the way! This treasure belongs to everyone!"

"Let us go in and check! Whoever dares to stop us, don't blame us for being impolite!"

"Brothers, charge! Let's go to the abandoned tomb and see for ourselves!"

… …

As someone took the lead, a large number of martial artists began to disregard everything and stormed the checkpoints set up by the three major sects.

The situation quickly evolved from the initial noise and pushing into direct use of force.

The disciples of the three major sects guarding the checkpoints initially wanted to stabilize the situation themselves and make an example of a chicken to scare the monkeys.

But when they saw so many angry martial artists rushing over, they panicked and hurriedly sent out a signal for help.

Before long, a team of reinforcements poured out from the camps of the three major sects and quickly gathered together.

Leading them was a beautiful woman dressed in white.

Her face was absolutely stunning, but her expression was frosty, and she exuded a cold aura that kept people away.

This person was none other than Lu Yingrong, the Palace Master of the Ice Palace of the Great Snow Mountain Sect.

Lu Yingrong led the reinforcements of the three major sects, standing on high ground, her gaze sweeping coldly over the troublemaking martial artists like an ice blade, and said in a cold voice:

"First, find the people who are leading the trouble!"

"Once found, immediately rush in and kill them!"

"Only by taking thunderous measures can we suppress these people!"

Lu Yingrong's face was full of murderous intent, and she had obviously made up her mind to kill one as a warning to a hundred.

Behind her, the reinforcements of the three major sects were also filled with killing intent.

In their eyes, these low-end martial artists were no different from pigs and dogs.

As the order was conveyed, Lü Yingrong took the lead, leading a group of reinforcements like fierce tigers into the crowd, initiating a massacre.

Anyone in the crowd who shouted loudly or had a loud voice was deemed a troublemaker, and they were unhesitatingly cut down.

In an instant, miserable cries echoed through the scene, and at least a dozen people fell into pools of blood.

Lü Yingrong's snow-white clothes were stained crimson with blood.

She led the reinforcements to charge back and forth through the crowd, and no one could stop her.

This forceful suppression filled the warriors of the other factions with shock and anger:

"Damn it! The three major forces dare to start a massacre!"

"Damn! We just want an explanation, why are they killing people?"

"Too hateful! Just because they have superior martial arts, they can act recklessly?"

"Where are the experts among us? Come out and stop them!"

...

The scene was chaotic, with some warriors angrily charging forward, while others retreated in terror, crowding together.

Among these warriors, there was no shortage of powerful experts.

However, they were like a plate of loose sand, each fighting on their own, unable to gather their strength, let alone effectively organize and coordinate.

This allowed the reinforcements from the three major sects led by Lü Yingrong to easily scatter the warriors who were trying to break through the barrier.

The situation was about to be stabilized by Lü Yingrong and the others.

Just at this critical moment.

"Dang! ! ! Dang! ! ! Dang! ! !"

A series of crisp and deafening gong sounds suddenly rang out.

The sound of the gong was like rolling thunder, echoing back and forth in the narrow valley, lingering for a long time.

Everyone subconsciously turned their attention to the direction from which the gong sounded.

At the highest point of Hidden Wind Valley, several men were setting up a huge bronze gong.

An unremarkable young man was holding a large iron spear, using it as a mallet to strike the bronze gong forcefully.

What was even more astonishing was that the sound of the gong seemed to be mixed with powerful internal energy, and the volume was so loud that the hearts of everyone present could not help but beat along with it.

The one holding the iron spear and striking the gong was Liang Jin.

Seeing that the sound of the gong had successfully attracted everyone's attention, he finally stopped his movements.

Then, he stood upright at the high point, looking down at the crowd in the valley, raising his head and speaking loudly:

"I am Meng Xinghun, the master of the Azure Cloth Tower!"

"Now the three major factions control the treasure, causing resentment among the people. But they are too powerful and don't take us seriously at all."

"Although I, Meng Xinghun, have limited abilities, I am willing to step forward and call on all heroes to join my Azure Cloth Tower, so that we can join hands and form a force."

"Only when all tigers are of one mind, with courage and strength, can we contend with the three major forces!"

Liang Jin's words resounded throughout the entire area like a great bell.

In the distance.

The supporting disciples of the three major sects, hearing this, quickly said to Lü Yingrong:

"Palace Master Lü, this person is probably the mastermind behind the troublemakers!"

"Let's take action immediately and capture him first!"

A trace of surprise flashed across Lü Yingrong's beautiful face.

She really didn't expect that Liang Jin had just withdrawn yesterday, and today he was stirring up trouble again.

"Wait, let's see what happens first."

Lü Yingrong could only temporarily suppress the others.

She really didn't want to be an enemy of Liang Jin, after all, the two had always had a good relationship.

But if Liang Jin really wanted to stand on the opposite side of the Great Snow Mountain Sect, she was afraid that she would not be able to suppress it for long.

In the valley, all the warriors also heard Liang Jin's words.

Immediately, some people burst into laughter, while others cursed loudly:

"What kind of crap Azure Cloth Tower? What Meng Xinghun? I've never even heard of it!"

"That's right, why should I join you? Who do you think you are!"

"What qualifications do you have to represent us? Get lost!"

"Are even cats and dogs running out to act like big shots?"

...

At this time, the warriors had just experienced the charge and kill of the three major sects, and they were both shocked and angry, so they were naturally merciless towards Liang Jin's words.

Liang Jin had long anticipated the warriors' reaction.

He circulated the internal energy in his dantian, used his vocal skills, and continued to say loudly:

"If you all feel that I am not qualified enough."

"Then, may I ask, is the number one wandering hero of the Western Desert qualified enough?!"

As soon as Liang Jin used this sound technique, his voice instantly suppressed the noise of the entire audience.

"The number one wandering hero of the Western Desert?"

As soon as this title came out, everyone's faces showed surprise.

After all, the name of the Great Wandering Hero was well-known in the Western Desert, and who didn't know it?

Only to see behind Liang Jin, a large flag suddenly stood up.

The flag fluttered in the wind, and on the flag, the pattern of a sharp knife was particularly eye-catching.

Seeing this flag, everyone's hearts couldn't help but jump violently.

Many people had heard of this flag.

And also knew the meaning represented by this flag.

Subsequently.

Only to see a man holding the big flag, striding out, standing beside Liang Jin.

This man was in his thirties, with a burly figure, a face full of stubble, and a head of shoulder-length curly hair fluttering freely in the wind, revealing a bold and unrestrained spirit.

He was wearing a wolf skin coat, a knife at his waist, and he was majestic and imposing.

The moment they saw this man, everyone in the audience couldn't help but gasp.

A warrior couldn't help but reach out, pointing at him tremblingly, exclaiming:

"Quick, look! ! !"

"It's, it's, it's him! It really is him! It's Desert Blade Kuang! ! !"

As soon as these words came out, the entire Hidden Wind Valley instantly fell into a clamorous chaos.