Starting from the imperial palace guards, his clones spread all over the world.

Chapter 312: I'm Not Qualified? Where's the Great Ranger?

The next day.

As the morning light breaks, the golden light gently falls on the Zangfeng Valley like a veil.

This valley in the Gobi Desert is once again shrouded in a busy atmosphere.

A large number of slave laborers continued to work in the dim morning light, struggling to dig out the collapsed area of ​​the abandoned mausoleum.

The checkpoint in the valley is still there, and the guards still strictly prohibit anyone from approaching.

What was different from the past was that these guards were initially composed of disciples from the Wuliang Mingwang Sect and the Xingmohai.

At this moment, a group of disciples dressed in white robes were quietly added.

Obviously, the Great Snow Mountain Sect has reached an agreement with the other two major sects and joined in the control of the treasure.

This change instantly attracted the attention of warriors from other forces.

Some warriors have gathered at the checkpoint, wanting to find out what is going on.

However, some people are expressing dissatisfaction.

"What are you three major forces up to?"

A one-eyed man shouted angrily at the top of his voice:

"You discussed things secretly among yourselves and didn't tell anyone what you discussed."

"Furthermore, you neither allow anyone to approach and inspect the treasure, nor report the progress of the excavation. Could it be that you have already unearthed the treasure and are planning to keep it all for yourself?"

Such shouting instantly attracted a large number of warriors like a magnet and came to watch like a tide.

Soon, the area near the checkpoint was surrounded by crowds of people, shoulder to shoulder, and noisy sounds were heard one after another.

However, the disciples of the three major sects were arrogant and turned a deaf ear to these questions.

In the world of warriors, the strong are respected and fists are the law.

The three major sects are the most powerful, so naturally they feel there is no need to waste time talking to these weaklings.

Seeing this, the one-eyed man became even more indignant and continued to roar:

"The treasure is not the private property of your three major sects. Why do you think you can monopolize it?"

"As the saying goes, whoever sees it gets a share. Why have you all come all this way here?"

"So many people have died for this treasure. You three major sects should go to the mass grave at the foot of the mountain to the west and see how many ordinary warriors have died there."

"You must give us an explanation today!"

"Everyone, tell me, is this the truth?"

Under the instigation of the one-eyed man, the long-suppressed anger in the hearts of the other warriors was instantly ignited, and they responded indignantly.

They had long been dissatisfied with the three major sects' behavior of monopolizing the treasure by taking advantage of their power.

Although the three major sects had vowed that they would share a share of the treasure with everyone after digging it up.

But as time went on, people became more and more skeptical of this promise.

After all, the three major sects now jointly occupy the treasure house and have set up checkpoints to prevent outsiders from approaching.

If they really dug up the treasure but deliberately concealed it or embezzled it, the other sects and warriors would be helpless.

So, at this moment, many warriors could no longer hold back and shouted in unison:

"That's right! We need to go in and take a look. We must know the progress of the treasure excavation!"

"If you don't allow us to participate in supervision, what will happen if you three major sects secretly make trouble?"

"You must give an explanation today! Don't talk to these minions, tell your boss to come out!"

……

Everyone became increasingly excited.

There seemed to be people in the crowd who were deliberately fanning the flames, shouting all kinds of words that stirred up emotions and intensified conflicts.

This caused more resentful warriors to get involved.

What’s strange is that the one-eyed man who shouted at the beginning now disappeared without a trace as if he had evaporated from the face of the earth.

In fact, it’s no wonder that the warriors are so excited.

For the sake of this treasure, they crossed mountains and rivers and traveled a long distance to come here.

After much difficulty in discovering the trace of the treasure, it was forcibly taken control by three major forces.

Everyone could only squeeze into this harsh valley and wait, and the poor living conditions had long been a source of complaints.

As time went by, many people were running out of food and water, and were about to lose the opportunity to wait for the treasure.

But the progress of treasure excavation is still unknown. How can this not make people anxious?
Someone started a riot today, which was like a spark falling into a powder keg, instantly igniting the dissatisfaction that everyone had suppressed for these days.

"The three major sects, get out of here! This treasure belongs to everyone!"

"Let us go in and check it out. Anyone who dares to stop us will be treated rudely!"

"Brothers, charge over! Let's go into the abandoned mausoleum and see for ourselves!"

……

With someone taking the lead, a large number of warriors began to attack the checkpoints set up by the three major sects regardless of everything.

The situation quickly evolved from initial quarreling and pushing to direct use of force.

The disciples from the three major sects who were guarding the checkpoints initially wanted to stabilize the situation themselves and make an example of someone to scare the monkeys.

But when they saw so many angry warriors rushing towards them, they immediately panicked and hurriedly sent out a signal for help.

Not long after, a team of reinforcements emerged from the camps of the three major sects and quickly gathered together.

Leading the group was a beautiful woman in white clothes as white as snow.

She was extremely beautiful, but her face was frosty, and she exuded a cold aura that kept people at a distance.

This person is Lu Yingrong, the master of the Ice Palace of the Great Snow Mountain Sect.

Lü Yingrong led the reinforcements from the three major factions and stood on a high ground. His gaze was as cold as an ice knife as he swept over the troublemakers and said in a cold voice:
"Find out the person leading the trouble first!"

"As soon as we find them, we rush in and kill them!"

"Only by taking drastic measures can we subdue these people!"

Lu Yingrong's face was filled with murderous intent, and it was obvious that he had made up his mind to kill one person to warn the rest.

Behind her, the reinforcements from the three major sects were also filled with murderous intent.

In their eyes, these low-end warriors are just like pigs and dogs.

As the order was conveyed, Lu Yingrong took the lead and led a group of reinforcements into the crowd like a tiger, killing indiscriminately.

Anyone who shouted loudly in the crowd was identified as the ringleader and was slaughtered without hesitation. In an instant, screams rang out, and at least a dozen people fell in a pool of blood.

Lu Yingrong's snow-white clothes were also stained red with blood.

She led the reinforcements and rushed through the crowd, and no one could stop her.

This powerful suppression shocked and angered the warriors from other factions:
"Damn it! How dare the three major forces start a massacre!"

"Damn it! We just want an explanation. Why did they kill people?"

"How despicable! Can you act recklessly just because you have superb martial arts skills?"

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

……

The scene was in chaos. Some warriors rushed forward angrily, while others retreated in fear, crowding together.

Among these warriors, there are naturally many powerful masters.

However, they were like a pile of loose sand, fighting each other, unable to gather strength at all, let alone effective organization and dispatch.

This made it easy for the reinforcements from the three major sects led by Lu Yingrong to scatter the warriors who were attacking the checkpoint.

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

At this critical moment.

“Ding!!! Ding!!! Ding!!! Ding!!!”

A clear and deafening gong sound suddenly rang out.

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

Everyone subconsciously turned their eyes towards the direction where the gong sounded.

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

A young man with an unremarkable appearance was holding a large iron spear. He used the spear as a gong hammer and struck the gong hard.

What was particularly astonishing was that the sound of the gong seemed to be mixed with powerful internal energy, and the volume was so loud that it made the hearts of everyone present beat involuntarily.

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

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

Then, he stood upright on a high place, looking down at the people in the valley, raised his head and spoke loudly:
"I am Meng Xinghun, the owner of Qingyi Tower!"

"Now the three major factions control the treasure, causing the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people. However, they are so powerful that they 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 Qingyi Tower. Let us join hands and form a powerful force."

"Only when all tigers are united and have collective power and courage can we contend with the three great powers!"

Liang Jin's words resounded throughout the venue like a loud bell.

far away.

Upon hearing this, the supporting disciples from the three major sects hurriedly said to Lu Yingrong:
"Palace Master Lu, this person is probably the mastermind behind the riot!"

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

A hint of surprise flashed across Lu Yingrong's beautiful face.

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

"Wait, let's take a look at the situation first."

Lu Yingrong could only suppress everyone temporarily.

She really didn't want to be an enemy of Liang Jin. After all, the two of them had always had a very harmonious relationship.

But if Liang Jin really wants to stand against the Great Snow Mountain Sect now, I'm afraid she won't be able to suppress him for long.

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

Suddenly, everyone either burst into laughter or cursed:

"What the hell is Qingyi Tower? What's Meng Xinghun? I've never even heard of it!"

"Exactly. Why do you let me join? Who do you think you are?"

"What qualifications do you have to represent us? Get out of here!"

"Really, everyone is trying to act like a big shot?"

……

At this time, the warriors had just experienced the attack from the three major sects. They were shocked and angry, and naturally showed no mercy to Liang Jin's words.

Liang Jin had already anticipated the warriors' reactions.

He circulated his Dantian internal energy, used his voice, and continued to speak loudly:
"If you think I'm not qualified."

"So, is this Western Desert's Number One Ranger qualified enough?!"

When Liang Jin used this sound skill, the sound instantly drowned out the noise in the whole place.

"The First Ranger of the Western Desert?"

When this name came out, everyone looked surprised.

After all, the name of the great ranger is well-known in the Western Desert, who doesn't know him?

Suddenly, a large flag was raised behind Liang Jin.

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

Seeing this big flag, everyone's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

Many people have heard of this banner.

I also know what this flag represents.

Subsequently.

A man holding a large flag strode out and stood beside Liang Jin.

The man was in his thirties, with a sturdy build, a full beard, and shoulder-length curly hair that fluttered freely in the wind, revealing a bohemian and heroic spirit.

He was wearing a wolfskin coat and a sword at his waist, looking majestic and imposing.

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

One warrior couldn't help but stretch out his hand, tremblingly pointing at him, and exclaimed:
"Hurry, look!!!"

"Yes, yes, it's him! It's really him! It's Desert Blade Maniac!!!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire Zangfeng Valley instantly fell into chaos.

(End of this chapter)